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(While her husband worked in the factory he also owned a farm outside Decatur. After marriage the couple moved to the farm. It was poor ground for farming and the husband was a poor farmer. Malba mentioned this several times in a rather derogatory way.

(Then she was running across a field looking for help. She did not realize she was dead. She didn’t know why she was in the field; she went back to the house and saw herself lying on the floor. The husband and son were working on the farm somewhere. The daughter was gone—had “run off somewheres.”

(On the farm her husband grew alfalfa and wheat, and tried tobacco and corn. He was not a success as a farmer she said again. She had no friends in town, no one to visit when they went shopping for instance. She knew the clerks in the stores and that was all.

Farms.

(“Where was one of my farms located, for instance?”)

[...] They had a very small farm, and itinerant help. A widowed man with no children, from a nearby village, came here to help on the farm. [...]

Here the personality was born only fifty miles away, in space, from the earlier existence; and as the wife of a wealthy landowner, often drove through the very land where the small house still stood, with its farm.

[...] You came back however with your former brother in a wife-husband relationship and the farm connection in your later life has to do with this earlier reincarnational existence, in your terms, in which you (Faith) were very closely involved. [...]

There is also in your subconscious the feeling of a land or farm in connection with the one owned by your father’s family.

(“I don’t think I ever saw that farm—did I?”)

[...] Among them are: cogeneration, the use of waste heat from manufacturing processes to generate electricity; solar radiation; ocean waves; new, more sophisticated methods of burning coal so that it’s much less polluting; subterranean heat; the production, from municipal solid wastes, of ethanol (alcohol) as an excellent substitute for gasoline; the burning of biomass — waste materials from the home and farm; various methods of deriving energy from the vast oil shale deposits in our western states; the establishment of “energy farms” of trees and hydrocarbon-generating plants; energy reservoirs of pumped water. [...]

(We were visited over the weekend by Robert Monroe and his wife, Nancy; they live on a farm in central Virginia. [...] Among many things, he wanted to tell Jane about the research complex, tentatively called The Mentronics Institute — or System — that he’s building on his farm. [...]

(Jane said that as I read to her, she picked up from Seth information that in those old days people most often insisted upon returning to the sites of their destroyed or damaged cities and towns and farms, even though such events had wiped those places out more than once. [...]

[...] Death at the age of 38 from a farm animal. [...]

[...] They had a small farm, and itinerant help. A widowed man with no children came from a nearby village to help out on the farm. [...]

[...] “Here the personality was born only fifty miles away, and as the wife of a wealthy landowner, she often drove through the very land where the small house [of her former life] still stood with its farm. [...]

[...] The data refers to a long-standing family relationship involving older relatives, a farm, furniture, a sale of land, etc. The farm, the house now owned by Virginia’s brother, seems like home to her. [...]

(Sunday 6/14, 11:30 PM: Jane and I had relaxed by spending the day in the country, principally at the farm of our landlord. [...]

[...] They farm the land as you farm the water, and are only now learning how to operate upon the land for any amount of time, as you are only now learning how to manipulate below the water.

[...] We’d seen raccoons playing in the tree a few times, and Floyd, who lives on a farm, sees them often. [...]

[...] The same article describes in some detail how the Dominican order in Portugal now has converted an old farm into a new seminary, which is “largely self-supporting, having its own kitchen, laundry, reservoir, farm, fruit and vegetable garden, and vineyards,” etc.

[...] he’d have more time to farm, and we could work something out, but I was really relieved when he went to, had to go to work at night and I could read and study by myself.

Regardless of your farm, you, in your own mind, feel “scattered”—that you are not doing enough in other directions, and you are not sure what those directions are. [...]

[...] One reason is that he gets up at 4 AM to work on the monastery farm.

[...] He talked about owning more land, farms, etc., and that what he has, with his wife, represents a compromise as far as acreage, the house, commuting distance, etc., is concerned. [...]

[...] You form the roads, your method of travel, the hills or mountains or oceans, as well as the hills, farms, and villages of the self, or of the psyche, as you go along.

[...] Then, with Laurel driving and our friends’ cars following, we traveled up a steep and winding hill just outside the city to not only a fine view but to Quarry Farm, an old-fashioned but large and elegant wooden homestead where Mark Twain had done some of his finest writing. No admittance, private property, a sign proclaimed, so we stood in the driveway just off the road to study the farm and its open and peaceful setting. [...] Jane had lectured to a class in creative writing at the college after the publication of Seth Speaks in 1972.There on the school’s green sward stood the small many-windowed gazebo that Mark Twain had worked in during his summers at the farm; it had been relocated to the college long ago. [...]

[...] In the last two decades of the 1800s my grandfather Otis and his wife raised four children on their farm in Wellsboro, PA, a farming community some 50 miles from Elmira, New York. At the age of 15 my father, Robert Sr., followed his three older siblings, Jay and Ernest and Ella, in leaving the farm. [...]