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My dreaming self
Came in
And walked about.
I felt as if doorknobs turned,
Opening rooms up
In my head.

[...] She spoke with many pauses, sitting with her eyes closed, her head down, her left hand raised to her brow. [...]

Please be frank, as I do not like this hanging over our heads. [...]

[...] They compose songs and music and paintings in their heads. [...]

(“Tonight I did have the feeling — for the first time — that ‘Unknown’ Reality was heading toward an end,” Jane said, “that Seth will soon be getting ready to tie it up, and incorporate the ending with the beginning … Not right away; but it’s the first time I’ve felt that.”

8. A longer version of this material from the 657th session is presented in Note 3 for Session 683, in Volume 1; I wanted to tell readers a little about counterparts then — not only to get them interested in Volume 2 before it was published, but to show the direction in which Seth’s material was headed.

[...] It seemed to come from within Phil’s head. [...]

[...] Shakes head, puzzled.)

[...] If he drove to New York City by private car, he would presumably head south and take the first tunnel he met—the Lincoln.

[...] Many cars were heading north, and there was some commotion at an intersection below. [...]

I have mentioned this before, and do not intend to hammer you both over the head with it. [...]

[...] After she’d settled down on her right side, she felt it go out again — but from the back of her head now, and still traveling truly north to its Canadian goal.

(That topic ties in with my idea that I mentioned to her this afternoon, about it hardly being a coincidence that many events in our lives are coming to a head at the same time: Our deep upset about Jane’s condition; the trouble with the disclaimer idea for Mass Events; Prentice-Hall’s reorganization into the General Publishing Division, in which all of their narrative books will be phased out, thus eliminating any real need for Tam and his job; indeed, Tam is looking at other job offers even now. [...]

[...] For one thing, she kept falling head over heels in love with men who didn’t want marriage under any circumstances. [...]

[...] We see here the head of ‘the Dean’ that rests upon his shoulders, and the intellect that demands discipline. [...]

(We also discussed the parallels — and differences — revolving around Jane’s perception of the James book this week and her development eight months ago of the outline and chapter headings for the possible book The Way Toward Health. [...]

[...] You must remember to hold your head up. [...]

[...] I picked him up and headed for the cellar door. [...]

My history is filled
with kingdoms lost and kingdoms found,
with magic mirrors that open up
into brand-new cosmic maps,
and within my head
glittering worlds are spread
enough to fill
a thousand books.
Multiple vision leads me on
over paths that form
new worlds of fact.

[...] They provide a built-in faith that pervades each living creature, each snail, each hair on your head. [...]