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Good evening, dear friends.

My dear Joseph, there are indeed balances that operate. [...]

Dear Sheri:

Now we will address a portion of this session to our dear young friend.

[...] Now I wish this session was recorded so you could hear me, for I hold you, as Ruburt does, closely and dearly as a friend. [...]

Now my dear young friend for whom I have great affection, there is no other way. [...]

[...] In still another life, the individual might have a dear friend who suffers from the same disease. [...]

The facts are, dear psychology class and professor, that all of you are more than you know and that personality and identity are far different than you usually believe. [...]

[...] For what, dear God? [...]

Dear Hal:

[...] Your artistic ability does not belong to your ego, dear Joseph, though I understand as I speak that anyone on your plane identifies himself with his ego, and when he says “I am,” he means he is his ego, or his ego is.

You see, dear Joseph, the subconscious and the ego, of course, are both you. [...]

As far as smoking is concerned, dear Ruburt, I don’t want to break your heart. [...]

[...] Ruburt would not turn any destructive energy loose upon you, my dear friend, for he loves you too deeply. [...]

You grew up in an environment, my dear friend, in which violence and aggressiveness became one, were expressed in some degree by both parents. [...]

[...] Regards from your dear old uncle Seth. [...]

Dear friends. [...]

Now my dear friend, I will leave you. [...]

People write you or call as they would to dearly beloved parents, parents in another level of reality. [...]

You had no problems with parents in the past, and my dear Yo-yo, you were an excellent father to me at one time, and if I may say so at one time I was an excellent father to you.

[...] Added to this is his strong domestic feelings now as a woman; and this, my dear Joseph, explains the incredible amount of furniture movings in which you have been involved.

[...] My dear friends, I am with you more often than you know. [...]

This does not mean, my dear young friend, that you need to go about speaking [the word] to those who do not like it, and saying “Fuck you.” [...]

Dear Miss Roberts:

([Bill:] “I await with pleasure, my dear Seth.”)

I shall expect you then, dear Jesuit, down on your knees to pray.

[...] That is the self that is alert in the dear preciseness of the moments, whose physical senses are bound to light and darkness, sound and touch. [...]

[...] All four are dear friends of ours too, of course, and want to see us.

[...] The cat episode, my dear friend, (laugh) was not connected with either of your indispositions, except for your own negative expectations. [...]

[...] If you had done so, dear friend, you would not have become ill. [...]

[...] Your own lingering symptoms will disappear as Ruburt’s lingering symptoms disappear, and he has made great strides, as I think you must now, my dear friend, agree.

[...] The very deep love that you have for each other, my dear friends, is in the overall a bisexual love, for you have known each other many times, and in different sex roles.

(I should add that our dear friends, Bill and Peg Gallagher, visited Jane rather late last night, and brought with them a bottle of wine which the three of them proceeded to drain. [...]