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[...] As in recent sessions during this heat wave, she was bothered not at all by heat and humidity while dictating, while I had to use a cardboard beneath my writing hand to avoid soaking the paper. [...]
He could be vindictive if treated in this manner for long, as rejection of the type that Ruburt is handing out frightens and confuses him. [...]
[...] abruptly realized that both her hands, thrust into the pockets of her slacks, were clenched tight. [...]
[...] My writing hand felt no fatigue.)
[...] Most of the time she sat with a hand up to her face.
[...] Jane’s pace was once again broken by short pauses as she sat with a hand raised to her closed eyes. [...]
[...] She held it to her forehead briefly then lowered it to her lap; she resumed her earlier position, her head lowered to one hand.)
(I handed Jane the usual double envelope. She took it without opening her eyes, then sat quietly for a moment while holding it in her right hand.)
[...] For much of the delivery she sat leaning forward in her rocker, her head tipped down somewhat, and with her hands clasped as her elbows rested upon her knees. [...]
[...] Her pace had been quite fast and sure, with the result that my writing hand was quite tired. [...]
[...] She said: “I did seem to see him standing with his mouth open in a characteristic pose, with a drink in his hand.” [...]
[...] Norma A may actually grow into a more and more assertive or belligerent personality, even displaying violent tendencies at times, while on the other hand Norma B might become even more timid, depressed, and solitary.
On the other hand, Joe B may find himself in the middle of a family picnic, or other gathering — events that bore and displease him — or worse, he may not even remember his family at all. [...]
While hypnosis can be of considerable value in the hands of an excellent professional hypnotist, it still has serious drawbacks as a treatment under these conditions. [...]
[...] On the other hand, it never occurred to me that there was any other way to study consciousness except by studying my own — a journey into subjectivity seemed, and still seems, as valid as a journey into objectivity.
[...] On the one hand, I was tempted to go along with it, since I was supposed to be experimenting. [...]
[...] When Rob felt my hand, it was wet and floppy, and my body seemed to have no physical resistance at all.
[...] Her hands still felt somewhat fat, she said, though the sensation was much milder than before. My writing hand felt no fatigue to speak of.)
[...] My writing hand felt no fatigue.
Ideas represent this sort of construction, and can actually be handed down generation through generation, given a strong enough send-off by any given individual. [...]
Frank Watts was closer, and acted as an unconscious relay station on the one hand, while on the other hand his unconscious gave consent. [...]
I will indeed mention the Frank Watts material, and a few other matters that are at hand.
(On the other hand, we did not doubt that some kind of a connection with Frank Watts had been established first. [...]
[...] On the one hand as a species your present forms your future, but in even deeper terms your precognitive awareness of your own possibilities from the future helps to form the present that will then make that probable future your reality.
Rest your hand a moment, and open our friend some beer.
Give us a moment, and rest your hand …
(Jane paused, and at 10:16 I handed her the envelope for our 47th experiment. She took it from me without opening her eyes, but instead of pressing it to her forehead she held it quietly in her lap with one hand. Once again she held her right hand to her eyes.)
The object, a shoelace that he holds in his hand.
(Her eyes still closed, Jane reached out with her right hand and made a large gesture of a triangular or pyramidal shape.)
[...] I said to Jane, that in my hand I held the best man could do about understanding his origins at this time. [...]
[...] All kinds of unseen, unknown inner organizations have been corrected and activated, so that the hands once more begin to show signs of coordination and strength. [...]
(I should have added earlier that at lunch today Jane had me place the paper container of beef Spanish rice on her belly, so that she could feed it to herself with a spoon, left-handed. [...]
[...] On the other hand you could say that the pressure existed simply on the part of the God, since the creation existed within his dream. [...]
(See the 424th session of July 29, and the discarnate Van Elver’s suggestion that I not use sepia—Seth pronounces it say-pia—with too heavy a hand. [...]
(Jane held a hand up, signifying waiting.) We need more time. [...]
[...] Although she says it’s incomplete, it still summarizes her activities better than I can do second-handedly. [...]
[...] No one can ever accuse you of handing down great insights from a position of being above it all.... [...]
[...] When your parents were alive, their problems could be used somewhat in a second-handed fashion for the same purposes. [...]
[...] That condition was also related to the telephone one, adding the extra difficulty of clearly hearing a television—or rather radio—program, and the hearing difficulty was aggravated along with the hands. [...]
Something by itself in the low left-hand corner. [...]
[...] At the moment she remembered something small in a left-hand corner on an envelope; of a building of some kind; and of something round like a postmark or vaccination. [...]
(I asked Jane to handle the envelope carefully as soon as she came out of trance, and to lay it flat on the table while opening both envelopes, etc., in order to see if the small object was in a left-hand corner. [...]
(“Something by itself in a low left-hand corner.” [...]
(My enlarging sensation began on backs of hands and in feet quite soon. [...] My stomach felt empty or gone, my arms and hands elevated. [...]
[...] Feeling of no bed under ankles or feet, after first feeling as though my lower arms and hands rose. [...]
(I would like to note here that one night during the second week in December, possibly around the 11th or 12th, I awoke out of a sound sleep to become aware that both arms and hands were involved in my rather familiar sensation of enlargement and of elevation. [...]