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[...] Bill Macdonnel left for home because his cold had tired him out. [...]

[...] I mentioned the Russian invasion of Afghanistan, on Iran’s eastern border, and how the coldly secular Russian philosophy clashed with the Iranians’ fanatical Moslemic orientation. [...]

[...] You may at times wish that a rainy day were a sunny one, but you do not stand at the window and deny that the rain is falling, or that the air is cold and the sky dark.

[...] Then yesterday morning it developed that the thermostaton the furnace was not working; we got up to a cold house, and this led to more telephone messages, the calling of a specialist, etc.

While I sleep and lie stretched out,
Eyelids closed and pupils dark,
Who walks wide-eyed downstairs
Through the door in the cold night air,
And travels where I have never been?
Who leaves clear memories in my head
Of people I have never met?
Who takes these trips while I
Never lift one inch from bed?
Who dreams?

It is not a case of coldly going after money, but rather a case of naturally expecting that ability will bring its natural physical constructions, in terms of physical satisfaction.

[...] Who so not have parents, who do not have sisters or brothers who understand an isolation that is bleak and cold even if it is of their own making. [...]

[...] The weather was cold and rainy. [...]

(A note: The night was very warm, and followed a series of really cold ones through most of this month. [...]

[...] Reading about the energy shortage is not the same as sitting in a cold house. [...]

[...] He had me stand with my head out of the kitchen window in the cold night air, but nothing seemed to help. [...]

(10:29.) If you believe that you come down with a cold every time you are in a draft, you are using natural hypnosis. [...]

[...] Our water was cold this morning. [...]

[...] Although this type of existence seems cold to you, it is a clear and crystal-like existence in which things are known that are beyond your comprehension, in which no time is needed, in your terms, for experience; in which the inner self condenses all human knowledge that has been received by you through your various existences and reincarnations has been coded and exists indelibly. [...]

[...] Jane:] Part of me feels that the symptoms are an acceptable even ingenious way of seeing that distractions are cut to a minimum; to focus my abilities, like a kid getting a cold to stay in, but more sophisticated, cuts through the necessity for explanations, etc. [...]

(Jane’s poem can also serve as a symbol to show that she hasn’t held a session for Mass Events for 42 weeks, or since giving the 830th session last March; indeed, the summer, fall, and winter of 1978 have passed, and we’re into the next year [and a very cold and stormy one it is, so far]. [...]

[...] I encouraged her to talk about what was on her mind even though her supper got cold, etc., and was sure Seth would cover the subject this evening.

(Jane was a little bleary tonight, having a rather heavy cold. [...]

[...] Bill Gallagher took us on a ride in the hopes the cold night air would help Jane snap out of it; so at 1:00 in the morning we were bouncing through Elmira, Elmira Heights, and Horseheads. [...]

[...] But I ended up with the cold chills, and for the next week was in often severe pain in the joints and muscles. [...]