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In the meantime, the spirit of the desert island is almost overwhelmed by the teeming life forms on Island Three, so next it visits the volcanic one; and when the volcano becomes frightened of its own energy the spirit of the desert island says: “Peace. It is all right to sleep, all right to dream. You do not need to be so worried for your energy. It can flow swiftly, or slowly, in surges of dreams that take ages. Do as you will.”

So the volcano throws its energy into the formation of still more new species, while the desert spirit sings its calmness through their tissues. But this new life confounds it also, and it yearns to return home to its old quietude. There, the spirit of the third island has quickened the desert’s abilities so that it blooms with muted flowers not present before. The two spirits meet. Each island is changed. “We are counterparts, each of the other, yet inviolate.”

Its spirit followed one such path and came upon a desert island upon which nothing grew. Figuratively, its image was appalled. “How can you stand such barrenness?” it calls to the spirit of this fourth island.

[...] Bill Macdonnel asked Jane and me to attend a seance on the deserted third floor of the building in downtown Elmira, where Bill has his studio. Working on the second floor, Bill had several times heard footsteps on the floor above; but checking the deserted floor, unused for many years, had found nothing except doors mysteriously unlocked.

[...] That is, I didn’t want to desert the insurance angle; I felt we were owed something there. [...] I want to note that I have faith that all will work out, that I’m not running from one hope to another while deserting previous ones.)

[...] Actually, our forces hadn’t come close to reaching the prisoners: Responsible were mechanical failures and two dust storms that the American helicopters had to struggle through before joining a group of transport planes at a remote airfield, code-named Desert One, in central Iran. [...] The resulting fires and explosions could be seen and heard for miles through the desert night.

[...] I even think that the dust storms the American helicopters had to struggle through to reach Desert One were not only symbols but conscious manifestations of our challenges there. [...]

I am speaking with you this evening so that you realize I am hardly deserting you. [...]

I never desert my friends.

[...] Long after the cities were deserted, the following natives, uncivilized, found these caves and the openings.

In the period that you now think of as the Stone Age, the men you think of as your ancestors, the cavemen, often found shelter not in rough naturally formed caves, but in mechanically created channels that reached behind them, and in the deserted cities in which once the Lumanians dwelled. [...]

[...] His creative abilities have not deserted him, but it is that fear that they will if they are not consciously, persistently exerted that bothers him. [...]

[...] I always got away and hid, in room after room, but the dream was an upsetting one, like that I’d had a week or so ago, when I’d lost my way amid a series of deserted factory buildings on the edge of Elmira. [...]

[...] He reacted then as Ruburt’s mother reacted when deserted by the father. [...]

[...] Within your reality it is as foolish to deny the existence of certain thoughts as it would be, say, to pretend that deserts do not exist. [...] This does not mean that you have to collect what you think of as negative thoughts, any more than it means that you should spend a month in a desert if you do not like them. [...]

[...] Often even their friends desert them. [...]

(She said that she also had images that she didn’t describe during the session: “I saw the Jews marching across the desert like in the Bible, and Moses leading them to the Promised Land. [...]

[...] I have come to let you know simply that I have not deserted you. [...]

[...] The group composed of renegade army deserters or dropouts. [...]

[...] I think that most, if not all of the houses on Crestwood had lights on, so the neighborhood was hardly deserted. [...]

I came this evening because we had a guest and also because you would know that I had not indeed deserted you. [...]

[...] I shall not desert him. [...]

Once he became convinced of the validity of the psychic experience, and his abilities, then all playful attitudes deserted him. [...]

The personality does indeed turn its focus into another field of reality, and does desert the camouflage image that it maintained. [...]

In still other terms and at different levels this lapse occurs — this moment of reflection extends itself — as the self leaps clear of physical form (even as the cell at one time deserts the body).