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(I gave Jane the dosage last night and this morning. This afternoon as I was changing her dressings, the little finger of her left hand began to turn darker as she lay on the bed. She didn’t tell me this or show it to me until I had wheeled her back to the card table. She said her position, lying on her side, had something to do with it. [The irony of it is that her left middle finger looks much better now. Jane wondered if the flower extract had anything to do with the little finger acting up; its color was mildly dark compared to the middle finger’s original dark blue appearance. But if the powder affected the little finger, why hadn’t it also bothered the middle finger?

(Jane tried not to panic. I was flabbergasted and amazed and depressed all at once. At her request I began massaging her back the way Hal had showed me, from the top of her head to the coccyx. It seemed to help a great deal, Jane said. At least the little finger grew no darker. Jane said she felt the same muscular activity in her back, hands, arms and legs that she had when the middle finger began turning color. I massaged her for half an hour. The little finger turned no darker. We also soaked the finger briefly in warm water. Finally I took a nap.

(It’s Sunday morning as I type this. Jane’s little finger is slightly darker than last night, but still nowhere hear as dark as her middle finger had been.)

(Yesterday we received from Hal Williams of Lancaster, PA, three medications he had promised to send: a baby cream, a calindula flower extract for use on Jane’s decubiti, and a powder—also I believe based on the calindula—for her to take at 12 hour intervals for blue fingers, if any. Dissolve the powder in one-fourth of a glass of water and take a teaspoonful at 12-hour intervals.

[...] The day after she’d taken the second dose—in the morning, Saturday —Jane’s little finger on her left hand began to change color toward blue, from the middle joint down. This is the same hand on which her middle finger changed color a couple of weeks ago. The little finger didn’t turn nearly as dark, though. I used the massage on Jane’s head, neck, and back, and she said this helped the finger greatly, since she felt muscular activity in the body led to the finder’s turning color. The same as she reported for the middle finger, by the way, though the doctors here paid no attention to what she said. [...]

Of course we wondered if her taking the medication you sent had anything to do with the little finger’s response. [...] Jane said one of them was that she felt the changes in the finger take place as she lay on her left side while I changed the dressing, on her ulcer that afternoon. [...]

Here are some observations on the medications you sent for Jane’s blue finger, and the ulcer. [...]

(Jane first became aware that something was wrong with the finger at 2 PM or so Thursday, as we were finishing an interview with Peggy Gallagher about our experience in the 1972 flood in Elmira. The finger began to ache as she sat with it in her lap as we congregated at the kitchen table. At the same time it began to feel colder than the others, and Jane had pain in the palm of her hand and midway up her arm, on the outside and underneath—these points forming a rather straight pathway down to the finger, we noted. However, it was apparent at once that circulation to the finger was impaired. [...]

[...] Thus the finger business was a complete surprise to us. We noticed increased redness, also, around the nails of the other fingers on the left hand, but that situation had prevailed to varying degrees for a long time.

(Today, Sunday, Jane’s finger looks slightly improved, but far from cleared up. In this session I haven’t written about the negative suggestions Dr. K. gave Jane in the hospital concerning the finger: ulceration, losing the joint, etc.)

[...] Her doctor, Marsha Kardon, had had her admitted at supper time the day before [May 20, Thursday] because the middle finger of Jane’s left hand had begun to turn blue from the last joint to the nail. [...]

[...] The fingers began to elongate noticeably, and to whiten. Then, a second set of fingers began to rise up, over Jane’s own fingers. Now, it would have been easy enough for Jane to bend her own fingers up into this position. But here the three of us saw now a second set of five fingers rising up, long and white. And moreover, this set of fingers had the fingernails on top. [...] Had they been Jane’s own fingers, the nails would have been on the undersides, and invisible.)

[...] To me the extra fingers bent so grotesquely up looked waxen, almost wet, as though freshly molded. [...] Then gradually the extra fingers withdrew, disappeared. [...] “It becomes a stubby fat one, a doctor’s short fat stubby-fingered hand… A surgeon’s hand, short and fat.” [...]

[...] Jane’s fingers, normally long and graceful, had shrunken to stubby appendages, or so it appeared. The glow suffused the palm, eliminating the shadows normally to be seen there, so that it did not seem the fingers were merely folded over.

[...] At the joining of hand and wrist, the flesh rose up in an egglike lump; the light crept up Jane’s arm to her sweater, and bled down her fingers until all semblance of shadow was gone. [...]

[...] I told her Jane’s finger is improving, and that as far as I could see no other fingers were involved in the discoloration. [As I type this Wednesday morning, the finger looks even better.] We talked about using Dr. K’s visit tomorrow, and the improvement in the finger, as excuses to “squirm out of” Friday’s appointment with Dr. Sobel. [...]

(After supper I trimmed Jane’s finger and toenails. [...]

[...] The fingers began to elongate noticeably and to whiten. Then a second set of fingers began to rise up over Jane’s own fingers. Now it could have been easy enough for Jane to bend her own fingers into this position, but here the three of us now saw the second set rising up long and white. Moreover, this second set had the fingernails on top. Had they been Jane’s own fingers, the nails would have been on the undersides and invisible.

[...] Jane’s fingers, normally long and graceful, had shrunken to stubby appendages, or so it appeared. The glow suffused the palm, eliminating the shadows normally to be seen there, so that it did not seem that the fingers were merely folded over.

[...] To me the extra fingers bent so grotesquely looked waxen, almost wet, as though freshly molded. [...] Then, gradually, the extra set of fingers disappeared.

[...] The white crept up Jane’s arm to the sweater, and bled down her fingers, until all semblance of shadow was gone from the arm and palm. [...]

(During the visit, after he examined the finger, Dr. S. seemed to me at least a bit surprised that Dr. Wilworth had ruled out the possibility of a blood clot; because of its sudden onset I gathered Dr. S. thought this was a possibility. He described an angiogram to us, an out-patient sterile procedure in which a dye is fed into the circulatory system then traced via X-ray to see where blockages might have occurred in the finger. [...]

[...] He called a colleague of his who was in Ithaca, and described Jane’s finger condition to him, but if memory serves he received ambiguous information again. [...] She was convinced the finger would mend itself, and it appeared to be doing so in its own way. [...]

(The “blue” middle finger on Jane’s left hand was better, and has been slowly improving a bit each day, yet the visit to see Dr. Sobel was a disaster as far as Jane was concerned. [...]

(The irony of the whole affair is that during the visit I thought he’d helped Jane by advocating doing nothing about the finger at the time—which was what we wanted also. [...]

[...] The finger that has so upset you both (Long pause at 8:37, leaning to her right, dozing....) I keep trying to explain the magical approach in new ways, to bring home its great effectiveness. [...] Ruburt’s finger is, after all, healing itself. For all of the hospital’s concern (very long pause), the finger was using its own healing abilities, and knew it was in no danger. [...]

(The middle finger of her left hand is still obviously discolored, but not as much, and I haven’t heard her complaining about it. [...]

[...] In the soft light her finger looked blue. [...]

[...] It was a week ago yesterday that the finger suddenly turned so dark—nearly black —and I realized something else: the condition with the finger had happened as I explained to Peggy Gallagher how Rob and I had trusted our lives to our intuitions in the flood of ‘72. [...]

[...] To be told my hearing might possibly be gone for good, or that I might need an instant operation to avoid losing a finger, to be told that it was certainly possible I could lose fingers and toes—all of those suggestions and ideas, with their implications, were hard to take, and in many ways I handled them well. [...]

[...] My fingers had been red before, though never that blue, when I’d been typing, and the condition vanished. [...]

(9:53.) The finger must have darkened as we talked. [...]

[...] She said energy was particularly directed at the 4th and 5th fingers of my left hand, although energy was going to both hands. [...] The two fingers mentioned of my left hand were somehow different, and needed the energy, she said. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Now toward the fingers, and the arms in general.

[...] I believe three of them also mentioned a finger extension, that is, my fingers seemed to get longer and bonier; this was my subjective definite feeling; as definite as the extension sensation earlier over the head. [...]

[...] Instead felt as if fingers of left hand were extending. [...]

Watching the hand in transition, changes apparent as they happened, joints and knuckles becoming very thick and large, flesh seeming to disappear so that hand became thinner otherwise,hand taking on the look of a very old woman’s, exceedingly bony, with the large, they said, exceptionally large, joints obvious; Rose frightened; Sally said the hand looked so stiff that it was here she asked me if I could bend the fingers, it was here I couldn’t answer her but did try to bend the hand; and at this point decided to give myself suggestions to come out of trance and for hand to return to normal. [...]

[...] We are trying to not observe, as much as appreciate, the nature of your present existence; so those of you who are curious and willing about the nature of nonphysical reality then follow as far as you can, using the voice as a guideline into existence that has no reality in physical terms, that knows neither blood nor tissue, that knows not hand or finger or arm. [...] A warmth that forms the very pulse of physical existence and yet is born from the devotion of our isolation; that is born from the creativity that is beyond flesh and bone, that forms fingers without feeling fingers, that forms seasons without knowing spring, that creates sand without knowing sand or ground, that creates the reality that you know without experiencing it, that forms fathers, sons and daughters and mothers without knowing what fathers and mothers and daughters and sons are, and yet from this devotion, from that creativity comes all that you know. [...]

[...] Now she does, and the flesh moves beneath my fingers. [...]

[...] This will bring greater flexibility to the hands and fingers also, and will also be reflected in other portions of the body, including the legs and hips—a most fortuitous improvement indeed. [...]

[...] My first thought had been that the softening in the arms would help relieve the doubled-up fingers of her right hand. [...]

[...] My right hand, and especially the third finger, felt very full and engorged. At such times the skin acquires a taut, almost flushed look, and the fingers feel strained when they are doubled up. [...]

[...] So was Jane’s. The third finger of my right hand seemed to enlarge even more. [...] These strips I used as tapes to measure the circumferences of the third finger on both of our right hands. [...]

[...] Even the thumb and little finger were now involved. [...]

(I was now most interested in taking some measurements from both Jane and myself while our hands felt this way, as Bill Macdonnel had helped me do in the 47th session, when we found definite physical evidence of finger enlargement. [...]

[...] The sensation began in both index fingers, then spread across the knuckles, down into the fingers, and into the palms. [...] My index fingers especially appeared to be larger. I wear a ring on the fourth finger of my left hand, but unfortunately did not think to see if I could remove it.

(She said her fingers felt a little fatter, but when we examined them we could see no difference. The feeling was predominant in her right hand and index finger especially. [...]

Are your fingers tired?

Out of sympathy for your camouflage fingers I will let you take a break. [...]

[...] My handprint of course shows five fingers.

[...] To Jane the shapes of my fingers as outlined in pencil on the print, were steeple shapes. [...]

[...] After the session she recited the little poem to me; it is done with hand gestures accompanying, the fingers of both hands interlocking in various positions. [...]

[...] We think this is a reference to part of the technique in reading a hand; as described in the book it is not only necessary to consider the lines, but the “mounts”, which are the high points of flesh at the base of the fingers, the thumb, the heel of the hand, etc. [...]

[...] Blessed are my hands and fingers through which creative energy translates intuitions, poetry, and knowledge to the typewritten page. Blessed are my hands and fingers which translate my ideas onto paper.”

“As my mind and spirits are now flexible, so are my fingers flexible. Straight and free are my arms, so that intuitive knowledge can flow freely through them, out through my quickly moving fingers to the page. [...]

[...] She said both her arms are working better, and that the web of skin between the thumb and the fingers, and between each finger, on her left hand, has softened considerably. [...]

[...] Hands and fingers—and his general strength is increasing also. [...]

[...] The hands are indeed beginning to accelerate their improvements — the right one in particular, so that the fingers begin to uncurl.

(4:47 p.m. Earlier this afternoon Jane had showed me how the curled-up fingers of her right hand had indeed loosened up to some extent. [...]

[...] Ruburt—(then to me:) are your fingers tired?

[...] “He’s just stopping because of your fingers. [...]

[...] Know that she is held and loved, and that life itself will sustain her, and let the demands upon life drain away like sand between the fingers.

(To me:) Will your fingers stand it?