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In your dimension it is as if events, remembered events, were like pieces of furniture, all arranged in one room, in a given order. Living in the room, you can find your way between the pieces of furniture easily.

Then you move out into a much larger and different kind of room, and here the furniture may be arranged in any fashion—arranged and rearranged to your heart’s content, and you may form different combinations from it and use it for different purposes. So Peg is rearranging the furniture of her mind; and as you might visit a new residence and move some of your belongings into it before you have officially made it your own, so she has for some time been examining her new environment, and been in tie process of transferring her self to the new location.

Her whole reality is far greater, and she is endeavoring to put these memories in place, in perspective, as you would put furniture into a new house. Time as you think of it has little meaning for her. You could compare the different time concepts in this way:

[...] Build them up or tear them down, but do not allow yourself to become blind to the furniture of your own mind.

[...] It will help you, in fact, if you think of your own beliefs as furniture that can be rearranged, changed, renewed, completely discarded or replaced. [...]

Imagine yourself then rearranging this furniture. [...]

[...] Using this analogy, you will certainly find some furniture that you did not expect. [...]

[...] An object such as a piece of furniture comes to you manufactured in a particular fashion. [...]

You can return a badly wrought piece of furniture and get your money back—but what do you do when you understand that you form your own reality, and also decide that you aren’t pleased with large segments, at least, of the product?

Furniture is manufactured according to certain rules. [...]

The person as yet may have no idea that in contrast to what experience is available, his world, life, is highly limited, or flawed, for the person does not know good furniture from poor.

[...] You do not buy much furniture so that the idea of being transitory is more convincing. [...]

[...] You both are so afraid of being tied down however that even in the apartment you did not allow yourselves really to feel at home—to buy your furniture, cheap or expensive. [...]

[...] Added to this is his strong domestic feelings now as a woman — and this, my dear Joseph, explains the incredible amount of furniture movings in which you have been involved.

“Oh,” I said, “a ghost telling me how to arrange the furniture. [...]

But we spent the weekend rearranging furniture. [...]

I was going to mention the furniture arrangements that we embarked upon during this time but find that a few excerpts from this same session give a pretty fair picture. [...]

[...] For many of these ideas are so a part of your mental furniture and you do never change the furniture about. [...]

The constant furniture moving certainly bothers you, Joseph. [...] Do you want to be a poet or a furniture mover? [...]

Ruburt’s furniture assault began around January. [...]

Joseph can be glad that Ruburt now tosses furniture and not rocks, though the assault incidentally is not directed against any person. [...]

[...] When you change the furniture in the room the same applies. [...]

(I have seen tables move a few times before, including the much heavier green table referred to in the session, but still find the movement of furniture weird when it begins, since none of us were making any obvious, overt attempts to move said table. [...]

[...] If the beginning of movement in a piece of furniture is weird to start with, a refusal by the table to sit on the floor as one expects is much more so. [...]

(We should consider such changes as a part of our working life, to provide refreshment; otherwise we just stew because we’re not “creative or working” or whatever....even furniture rearranging or changing whole rooms to different functions can be considered a vacation of a sort, and while I’ve always felt guilty at involving Rob in changing furniture—but do, anyhow. [...]

You work, for example, perhaps, as many hours as you want, or can—but you completely change the hours, or you work as usual, but you change the furniture in the rooms, or turn the rooms to different functions—or whatever—but allow for such changes in the overall routines. [...]

(For the envelope test this evening I chose a piece of an old furniture label that Jane and I had peeled from the back of a bureau a couple of weeks ago. [...]

[...] But this is a rearrangement of some sort, that could involve furniture arrangement.

He stands at this moment against a piece of wooden furniture, and he is drinking from a glass. [...]

[...] I have the impression of a tall piece of furniture near him. [...]

The room does not seem to be well lighted, for this piece of furniture is in shadow. [...]

(Yesterday, with two good friends helping us move all of the furniture, Jane switched rooms. [...]

[...] All four of us involved in the moving were quite amused, then — for the friends who helped Jane and me carry the furniture yesterday are the father-and-son contracting team that built the room in the first place.

“You then move out into a larger and different kind of room, and here the furniture may be arranged in any fashion, arranged and rearranged to your heart’s content. [...] So Sally is rearranging the furniture of her mind. [...]

“Her whole reality is far greater, and she is endeavoring to put these memories in place, as you would put furniture into a new house. [...]

“In your dimension it is as if remembered events were like pieces of furniture, all arranged in one room, in a given order. [...]

[...] You will not be plagued certainly with furniture-moving ideas of this type.

[...] Suffice it to note that I saw Peg and Bill living in squalor in a crude house on a barge or houseboat, with dirt floors, old furniture, and so forth. [...]

[...] I look inside, see furniture, and know it is not vacant. [...]

[...] I see a large, sort of beefy man with a red face, sitting at a piece of furniture like a drafting table, carefully cutting out these characters. [...]

[...] She or Seth, hadn’t been bothered by an eruption of noise from the apartment over us; several people entered there after the session started; there was much walking about, banging of furniture, etc, that I found quite irritating. [...]

[...] You do not imagine the existence of blocks or impediments in your way, in the form of additional furniture placed in your path by accident, fate, or design. [...]