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[...] Chapter 3 — you have the heading.

(I shook my head, no.)

[...] Mary, the head nurse, came in and I said the bubble should be drained to relieve the pressure. [...]

[...] I was speechless once again, hardly able to sort out the thoughts and feelings churning in my head. [...]

[...] That entire muscular group has been trying to improve itself of late, and at such times Ruburt does feel disoriented with changes in head pressure, balance, depth perception. [...]

[...] I see no other way to head off lots of trouble in the future. [...]

(9:56.) A note: Ruburt has felt oddly, since his body has been creatively changing, both the head and eye areas, neck and knees. [...]

[...] Your identity seems to be in your head. [...]

[...] When I tried to slip the other one over Mitzi’s head, though, I ran into a hornet’s nest of resistance, and Jane couldn’t help. [...]

[...] Her head rolled, her limbs seemed to behave on their own at times. [...]

[...] Such things do not enter your heads. [...]

[...] (Pause, at 9:30; Jane shook her head in vexation.)We will try to clear this up. [...]

[...] (Jane shook her head.) There is something, a gate or a runway with the number 3, 5; 35, possibly the number on their luggage ticket. [...]

[...] (Pause, head down, hair disheveled.) Now as the clouds’ construction constantly changes—tonight you watched them (and sketched them after supper) so the forms of objects constantly change. (Pause, head down, hair disheveled. [...]

lord let me remember how it was
when i nuzzled the air in the morning
and thought i could wiggle a distant leaf
just as i moved my own ears and toes.
i thought that i caused rain to fall
just as the tears from my own eyes
wet my cheeks,
and that my thoughts turned into clouds
that circled the top of my head.

[...] They fit in well with material in Mass Events, however — indeed, as soon as Seth confirmed Jane’s headings for Part 3 and Chapter 6, we knew that we’d found the place to present this material. [...]

[...] At such times she feels that subjective shape come down just over her head — always pointed upward, symbolically perhaps, toward other realities. [...]

[...] As I speak he is experiencing certain sensations, in which his body feels drastically elongated (pause), the head reaching out beyond the stars, the whole form straddling realities.

[...] “Everything’s in proportion, though” she said “It’s crazy, but I feel that when I stand up my head could go through the ceiling.” [...]

[...] Then her head began to turn upon the column of her neck upon her shoulders as they moved in rhythm. [...]

[...] Jane began moving her left foot and head and shoulders, not too strongly. [...]

[...] She’d sat with her head down for much of the session. [...]

(Lying down for a nap late this afternoon, Jane heard a loud noise within, then felt what seemed to be a blow within her head—that is, a rather strong jolting without any external cause. The experience was so vivid she found her head rocking back and forth on the pillow, like a “flower on a stem.” [...]

[...] It does not turn its head upward and say, “Yes, but does the rain exist, or does it not? [...] And when a sunny day comes, the flower does not lift its idiotic head and say, “Now, this appears to be the sun. [...]

[...] She sat with one hand to her face, her head tipped down, speaking quietly. [...]

[...] She began speaking from there after break, her head propped up on one hand, her eyes closed, her voice quite amused. [...]

[...] Shortly after I lay down my sensation came over me from the feet to the head. Minutes later it came from the head down to the feet. [...]

[...] They simply dropped out of your head. [...]

[...] By that time the rest of the teeth will be solid enough to stay in his head, and be operative. [...]