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Quietly but firmly, without antagonizing the ego further, Ruburt quieted it down by the suggestion of safety and slow motion; as you suspected the slow motion suggestion and/or coupled with the cautionary warning, was interpreted rather expertly, that is slyly, by the subconscious, which then waited a good interval of several hours before trying again.

(I would say a little less than two hours, actually.)

In the meantime, that is for the remaining half-hour, it experimented with preliminary acclimating and familiarizing sensations, with which the ego, somewhat conditioned and convinced of the benefit of these experiments, could find nothing really objectionable.

[...] But a change of hours now and then is excellent, as far as Ruburt is concerned in particular. [...]

[...] We have so many things to do, turning me over, feeding me, eating at a decent time so you can get home at a decent hour and have supper —”

(I did no work on Dreams yesterday while picking up the lawn mower, and only an hour and a half this morning because of writing letters. [...]

(I went shopping at the Acme after I left Jane last night, got home about 8:30, and finished supper an hour later. [...]

If death disappeared on your planet even an hour all of life would soon be threatened. [...]

Some improvements, again, have begun, barely noticed: the additional mobility in the morning, when a short while ago Ruburt would sit for an hour or more after breakfast while you brought him his second cup of coffee. [...]

[...] He will punish himself on any day that he does not put in his allotted hours in what he considers a constructive manner.

At least an hour a day should be devoted to it. [...]

In your terms, whether a minute or 10 minutes, or an hour or two hours were involved, you reacted ahead of time to a headline that you had not as yet physically encountered. [...]

You can if you prefer forget terms like hypnosis, but between tonight’s and next Saturday night’s session, I strongly advise that you take a half-hour: it can be nap time. [...]

[...] Then, however, I would like you each, for one-half hour twice a week, to use your own separate relaxation techniques. [...]

Now again let me tell you, though the hour be late(quite loudly) and though Ruburt thinks that such demonstrations as these are hardly worth the effort (quite softly) and childish endeavors at best, I still want you to know, as I always want you to know, that my vitality is your own and that the energy that swings through this small frame is but an echo of the energy that swings through your own personality.

[...] I could keep up a demonstration such as this for hours... [...]

(Last night, Jane spent an exhausting couple of hours trying to get through to a young man, Stuart, who called on us unannounced at about 9 PM. [...]

[...] He told me that within the last five hours something had happened that he’d feared all his life: he’d lost the last of his energy. [...]

(“I’m all right for another half hour or so.”)

[...] In it the actors and actresses will take the parts of beliefs — of fleshed beliefs — and the morality play, so to speak, will deal with the nature of beliefs and how they are enacted through the centuries as well as through the hours. [...]

[...] He spent the next hour reading back material. [...]

[...] There is no particular minute or hour for the materialization or dematerialization of the physical body. [...]

[...] We discussed the material with Jim Tennant for half an hour before he left for home. [...]

(It was time to turn her on her side, facing the window with the pillow between her knees, so that she could get off her back for an hour before supper. [...]

[...] However, her statement prompted me to tell her that a few days before the insurance company had denied our claim for major medical benefits because they hadn’t received the hospital records, I’d waked up early one morning and lay there worrying about the possibility of a denial for perhaps an hour. [...]

(I lost a couple of hours this evening watching the TV movie, The Day After, instead of typing the daily record for this session from my notes. [...]

The writer’s hour.

[...] I worked on Dreams for half an hour before going down to see our lawyer at 10:00 this morning. [...]