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(The candle flame had maintained its increased height very steadily until close to break time, when I thought it began to fluctuate a bit. At break I thought it was mainly at its original lower height. Jane could not see it, and did not ask about its behavior. We agreed not to mention it during sessions, no matter what took place. I had wondered if the increased height of the flame had resulted from the body of the candle “warming up,” since it was a thick one, perhaps five inches tall. When the flame subsided however at break, I did not know what to think, and decided to merely record what I saw without being concerned.

(It was now 9:09. I had been glancing occasionally at the candle flame as I wrote. It burned within a foot of my left hand. The flame had now increased perhaps a quarter of an inch in height, and burned steadily at that level; this meant an increase from 3/4 of an inch to one inch.

(I was not sure of what I was observing. Jane gave no sign of any kind, and Seth had not even mentioned the candle; I had thought he might smile at the idea. The increase in the flame’s height had not been as sudden and dramatic as in the two previous instances noted on page 117. But the candle flame now burned at this new height just as steadily as it had before the increase, and continued to do so.)

(Break at 9:45. Jane had been dissociated as usual, and her eyes had remained closed. The candle flame once more subsided to its original lower level. At either the 3/4 or the one-inch level, the flame burned very steadily, for there was no draft. Nor did it seek out intermediate levels.

[...] As soon as I lit the candle the flame soared up to a height that was easily two inches, and remained there without interruption for about twenty minutes. [...] Jane knew it was lit of course but we did not talk about it, and she did not see the flame until first break. I could not account for the extraordinary height of the flame. [...]

(As soon as Seth mentioned the candle, its flame began to grow. Rather quickly, the flame reached up to a height beneath its maximum for the session, which was well over an estimated two inches. [...] Considering the earlier displays by the flame, I now had a question.)

[...] The candle flame, now, attained its highest point of the evening; it was well over an estimated two inches in height, rising up to such a height that a thin trail of black smoke escaped from it. Since the windows were still closed and there were no drafts, I could not account for the flame’s height. [...]

(The candle flame had begun to subside about ten minutes ago, and was now down to about a 3/4-inch height, from its estimated high of two inches earlier in the session. [...]

[...] I have said his feet touch the ground but not the flames. Actually, what I can only call an invisible shield protects him from the flames, so that his feet and ankles are surrounded by an aura that repels the fire actively. [...]

[...] That belief generates certain actions or events, so that practically speaking, while he sees the flames, and perhaps smells the smoke, the heat of the fire will have no effect—because for him its character is changed. [...]

What you actually have is a case of cold flame. [...]

[...] You can intrinsically walk on fire, or thrust your hands into the flames, and be unburned. [...]

[...] However Jane says that last Friday evening when we experimented with the candle flame, she thought that we should have the flame enclosed in a glass chimney, to obviate any chance of the flame being influenced by a draft.

(I blackened the cap in the candle flame in order to tie the evening’s activities more closely to the cap, for the beer had been consumed during the table tipping. As stated I held the cap in the flame without pretense, before everyone, but of course told no one why I did so. [...]

[...] Both items came from a gathering of friends at our apartment last Friday evening, October 7. The dark color on the end of the tab is carbon black from a candle flame. [...]

[...] When I picked up a cap to blacken in the flame I thought this would focus Jane’s conscious attention on this particular one, but she told me at break tonight that she hadn’t noticed my heating the cap, or else had forgotten it.

[...] The candle burned with a low flame, one perhaps a quarter-inch high. [...] Abruptly the candle flame shot up to a noticeable degree, at least twice its previous height. [...] Seth then said he had caused the flame to grow. [...] Bill confirmed my own thought at the time, that a stray burst of wind had affected the flame. [...] Seth went on to say that the candle flame would not grow higher again, because Ruburt was alerted to the effect now, and was watching it.

(When I lit our test candle at 8:55 PM, the flame at once shot up to an estimated height of three inches; I had not seen it do this before. [...] The flame then settled down to a steady height of about 1 1/4 inches, and remained there through first break. As usual, the flame was shielded from Jane’s vision during her deliveries.

The flame feeds the fire and the fire feeds the flame. [...]

[...] The candle flame had shown no noticeable change of importance during the session; Jane said she had not been aware of the flame one way or another all evening. [...]

(The candle flame had not varied since the beginning of the session. [...]

[...] Something bright, as in a flame color.” [...] This because we had been discussing Seth’s apparent success in regulating the height of a candle flame on various occasions. [...]

[...] Something bright, as in a flame color. [...]

[...] There was a lighted candle on the coffee table before the group, and as Seth was speaking the flame increased noticeably in height. [...] The enlarged flame lasted for several minutes, then gradually subsided. The flare-up of the candle flame was sudden, not gradual.

[...] The cobbler came out of a back room into the front room and there she was, all in flames and screaming. [...]

[...] It wouldn’t have burned so, but it had grease on it, the grease caught the flames.

like seeds of flame,

[...] The cobbler came out of the back room, and there she was, all in flames and screaming. [...]

[...] It wouldn’t have burned so, but it had grease on it, and the grease caught the flames. [...]

I shivered, seeing the dress catch fire and watching once again as the cobbler rolled the girl out to the street, beating at the flames. [...]

[...] Aloud I asked for the candlelight to change, for the flame to rise. [...]

[...] The flame was moved, if my friend Ruburt will forgive me, by a friendly spirit who was within call. [...]

We do not just receive the torch of life and pass it on as one Olympic runner does to another, but we each add to that living torch or flame a power, a meaning, a quality that is uniquely our own. [...] Whenever that flame shows signs of dimming, of losing rather than gaining potential energy and desire, then danger signals appear everywhere. [...]

But then the flesh knew it was flesh,
And howled out its defeat,
And I was flamed to life
By vulnerability.

[...] The open flame, the source of cave heat, is evocative, and represents a closeness with the origins of light and life.

[...] Suddenly the entire grocery store exploded into flames. [...] The windows blew out and the color of the flames was fantastic.

[...] There is a tendency for spontaneous dissociation that has always been characteristic, and this tendency is simply given freedom when he stares into flames.

[...] For this reason we had let the candle-flame tests go for the moment, even though they appear promising.

[...] I dropped a lighted match into a littered ashtray, which flamed up; when I tried to put the fire out I found I couldn’t.