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(The husband remarried 7 months after Malba’s death. Malba repeated this fact often; she was bitter about it because it revealed how little her husband thought of her. After the husband’s death the second wife went to California to live with her stepson and his family. Malba was not happy about this either.

(Malba met her husband Bronson there; he was a foreman in the factory or plant. Her husband died two years ago [in 1962] in Marlborough, England. He was not English himself, but had English relatives and was visiting them. He had an English grandmother.

(While her husband worked in the factory he also owned a farm outside Decatur. After marriage the couple moved to the farm. It was poor ground for farming and the husband was a poor farmer. Malba mentioned this several times in a rather derogatory way.

(Then she was running across a field looking for help. She did not realize she was dead. She didn’t know why she was in the field; she went back to the house and saw herself lying on the floor. The husband and son were working on the farm somewhere. The daughter was gone—had “run off somewheres.”

[...] Martha’s husband was in the service.)

[...] Martha’s husband, Venice’s brother, lost his life as a result of war wounds. [...]

[...] Shirley’s husband past.

(Shirley said this described her husband who has married again. [...]

[...] (Yes, Martha's husband was in the service.) Air Force before it was the Air Force. [...]

[...] Martha’s husband, Florence’s brother, lost his life as a result of war wounds. [...]

[...] Sally’s husband past. [...]

(Sally said this described her husband who has married again. [...]

([Joel:] “How about your husband?”

[...] I sure didn’t. My kids sure didn’t and my husband didn’t. He couldn’t do anything.”

[...] Perhaps by the time you got there I had already killed my husband.”

[...] He started to whimper and to cry when he knew that he had his home and his family to protect and he didn’t do it, and I had crying kids and I didn’t need a crying husband because the older kids could shoot much better than their father because he didn’t know how to pull the trigger. [...]

[...] You expected many things —a complete renewal, a reversal of certain circumstances in your life—a new relationship with your husband. [...] You also thought that you would enjoy having your husband around all of the time. [...]

[...] It is in this regard that you found the presence of your husband distracting when the two of you moved. [...]

[...] Because of some circumstances and conflicts with your husband in this life in the past, you did not want to hear what he had to say. [...]

[...] You carry grudges, and you have carried one, several, concerning your husband for some time. [...]

[...] Helen’s husband recently died after an operation for lung cancer; this evening Helen described to Jane a recent experience in which she felt her husband was speaking to her while she slept. Helen told us she has dreamed of her husband many times, but felt this particular experience was something other than a dream; she stressed its clarity, its reassurance and simplicity.

She told you of an experience that seems to be a dream, in which her husband spoke to her in terms of encouragement. She will have several other such experiences, for her husband is aware of the situation, and is helping her all he can.

(It might be mentioned here that quite a few sessions ago Seth dealt with a similar vivid experience of Marian’s, in which she received a message from the father of her husband; the father died perhaps a year ago. [...]

I pick up an incipient malignancy in the woman whose husband recently died. [...]

Your husband’s attitude, certainly on the surface, has been understanding. [...]

I know you have tried concentrating on pleasing your husband first of all. [...]

Be aware of what your body feels without questioning—without wondering whether or not your body should feel more—allow yourself to feel your husband’s caresses in the same way a flower might feel the sun.

[...] Involve your husband in them. [...]

[...] Ruburt expected her husband, the man, to show spontaneous love and affection, and to supply emotional richness, which she was willing to nurture—but she expected the artist—who happened to be her husband—to protect himself from any emotional response that might interfere with his work.

[...] Economically it might also destroy the artist who was the woman’s husband. [...]

[...] Verbatim notes taken and typed by her husband, Rob.)

Some difficulty lies in the inner psychological relationship between the husband and the wife—an inner issue she does not face, and reacts to the issue in physical terms. [...]

[...] A change in the husband’s attitude will affect the attitude of the ill woman.

The husband, now, should follow this exercise three times dail: He should imagine the energy and vitality of the universe filling his wife’s form with vitality and health. [...]

[...] Callista’s husband Buff was killed in a car accident in southern Pennsylvania a few months ago; Jane had a vivid dream giving many details of this event the evening before it happened, although we hadn’t seen the Buffalins for some time previously. [...]

[...] The husband still visits the house. [...]

[...] She hesitated because she wasn’t sure about the data’s accuracy, but also because she didn’t want to unduly upset Callista by talking about her recently deceased husband, etc.

[...] As stated however, C B felt even before her husband’s death that she would remarry, to a man “with a great age difference.” [...]

[...] An alcoholic’s wife might wish with all her heart that her husband stop drinking — but if she suddenly asked herself what she would do, she might — surprisingly enough — feel a tinge of panic. On examination of her own thoughts and beliefs, she might well discover that she was so frightened of not achieving her own goals that she actually encouraged her husband’s alcoholism, so that she would not have to face her own “failure.”

[...] She was very upset over trouble with her husband. They live in New Jersey though the husband is now in Hawaii [west?]. [...] It’s possible that the woman might decide to leave her husband and move? [...]

[...] She and her husband were distraught, she said, and a friend of theirs, Ray Van Over, a parapsychologist in New York, had suggested she call me.

[...] “My husband is in New York for the day, but he’ll be back by late afternoon.”

[...] During the proceedings I felt that I was the deceased woman, reliving an argument she once had with her husband. [...]

[...] “I thought you meant that your husband was in New York for the day, but that you lived here—”

[...] The husband has made good efforts. [...]

[...] These last remarks applying to the husband rather than a hypnotist.

The husband’s activities outside of his home lead him into a nervousness that can be mistaken for exhilaration. [...]

(“What was the name of my husband?”)

(“Can you tell me how my husband made his living?”)

[...] You came back however with your former brother in a wife-husband relationship and the farm connection in your later life has to do with this earlier reincarnational existence, in your terms, in which you (Faith) were very closely involved. [...]

[...] I made out my husband’s name, Rob, and a few other words which I have since forgotten. [...]

[...] Unjustifiably because the pigheaded husband was, forgive my pun, a bore. And he now, as John, is familiar with this previous husband in a business relationship.

He was in a different position when he was a woman, and if I may give away secrets, he was beaten by one pigheaded husband who had a snout to match.

This was in Belgium—and I will not be tricked, my dear Joseph—it was in Belgium in 1632, and our Philip in a rather sensational case for the times actually brought this husband to a village trial, a particularly unusual occurrence at that time. [...]

[...] She was afraid that she might discover within herself the buried impulse to kill her husband, or to break up the marriage, but she was sure that her overweight condition hid some unfortunate impulse.

(Pause.) Actually the woman’s condition hid her primary impulse: to communicate better with her husband, to ask him for definite expressions of love. [...]

([Rachel:]“Is this what happened to my husband?”)

(To Rachel after break:) Now, your husband had a horror of old age. [...]