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TPS7 Deleted Session October 21, 1983
Fred
Georgia
Lorrie
doughnut
swelling
– The Personal Sessions: Book 7 of The Deleted Seth Material
– © 2017 Laurel Davies-Butts
– Deleted Session October 21, 1983 3:41 PM Friday
(Jane’s new freedom of motion continues in many ways. Many of those ways are small yet, but show signs of enlarging—and none of them even existed a short time ago. Turning her back on her back went much more easily this noon; she’s also dispensed with the pillow between her legs, and using a doughnut sponge we used to use before the leg break. I massaged Jane’s neck, after she had trouble trying to read yesterday’s session. The massage is supposed to help her eyes, according to Seth.
(At 4:45 I got ready to turn Jane on her side with the doughnut between her knees. I massaged her neck briefly first, and her left leg. The turn went very well indeed—much less painful for my wife. That made two good turns today, I said, and she agreed. After she was on her side I used Oil of Olay to massage her feet, lower legs, arms and hands, talking to all of those portions —and new movements were apparent in all areas. Wonderful. I took a nap at 5:00.)
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TPS7 Deleted Session October 22, 1983
hollows
chilly
fracas
Reagen
Margaret
– The Personal Sessions: Book 7 of The Deleted Seth Material
– © 2017 Laurel Davies-Butts
– Deleted Session October 22, 1983 4:00 PM Saturday
(When I turned Jane on her back at 1:15 this afternoon, and removed the foam-rubber doughnut from between her knees, she didn’t want me to massage her left leg as I’ve been doing lately.
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DEaVF1 Essay 1 Thursday, April 1, 1982
hospital
Mandali
backside
thyroid
arthritis
– Dreams, "Evolution", and Value Fulfillment: Volume One
– © 2012 Laurel Davies-Butts
– Introductory Essays by Robert F. Butts
– Essay 1 Thursday, April 1, 1982
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(Long pause.) I was placed in a CAT scanner, my bare backside pressed painfully against a cold metal table, my head encircled by the strange doughnut, or globe, while bright white lights and numbers, it seemed, flashed everywhere.
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