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[...] But Jane said the silence bothered her—the kind of remark I’ve always heard her make. [...] When Marie had been making noise, involved in noisy activities, Jane had felt much better, safer. 2. This insight led Jane to an obvious one neither of us had ever made before: that when she gets a letter in which the writer threatens suicide if Jane doesn’t help him or her, this is like Marie threatening the young Jane that she will commit suicide.)

(We’ve learned a good deal about Jane’s symptoms, working with the pendulum since Monday’s session. [...]

[...] Jane wrote the question up on a separate list, so that we’ll make sure the inquiries that develop are taken care of by Seth. [...]

[...] Jane and I had grown very used to living with Seth’s production of his book; we had come to look forward to each development. But now… “I almost don’t want to hold the session,” Jane said as we waited for 9:00. [...]

[...] (Now Jane’s pace was rather fast, her voice quiet.)

[...] Once out of trance, Jane again expressed her peculiar regret that Seth’s book was done, even though this was what we’d been working for. [...]

(Much of tonight’s private material is the kind that eventually appears in Jane’s “own” works, such as Adventures, or is translated in her poetry. [...] [Appendix 11 contains excerpts from The Wonderworks, the paper Jane wrote almost two weeks ago on Seth, dreams, and the creation of our reality. [...] For Jane has never met Seth, face to face, you might say, in a dream. [...]

[...] “He just stopped so you could rest your fingers,” Jane said after coming out of an excellent trance. [...] I have to get into it in a certain deliberate way that I didn’t have to for the others [Seth Speaks and Personal Reality].” Jane snapped her fingers several times. [...]

[...] Currently Jane and I are reading a book written by a biologist. [...] Also, as we grew up independently of each other, Jane and I gradually dispensed with conventional scientific ideas that life had occurred by chance; the emotional natures of our creative endeavors led us to question the theory. [...]

(10:25 P.M. “Gee, I have the feeling that we had a fantastic session,” Jane enthused once she’d quickly left her trance state. [...] “After all of this time,” Jane mused, “he says that….”

[...] Here’s the note Jane wrote this morning and inserted in Volume 77, where I’m keeping a few sheets of paper to record the next session: “Something from Seth over the weekend—only got a little—something about earth’s grid of perception being so constructed that…. [...]

Then as we sat for the session Jane told me that after supper tonight she’d picked up material from Seth “that I wasn’t sure of because I didn’t understand what he meant….” [...]

(Jane’s turn onto her back when I reached 330 at 12:10 [after taking the car to Bob’s Car Wash to get it waxed] went very easily. [...]

[...] I massaged Jane’s neck. [...]

(I went over the last seven sessions with Jane, since we hadn’t done this yesterday. [...]

(Seth commented upon the fund, perhaps, because of the letter I took to read Jane, from Mary Newman. [...] Jane suggested I send her a copy of Oversoul Seven. [...] Through mutual friends Jane and I had met Mary several years ago: while on a business trip to New York City, we had stayed at her apartment for a number of days.

(Jeff Karder had been in to see Jane this morning, and had seemed pleased enough as he examined her bedsores, and so forth. [...] He hadn’t, however, held out any hope that Jane could get to sit up, because of her broken right leg, and this had depressed her. [...]

(4:43 p.m. Jane had a cigarette. [...]

[...] Jane and I sat to see if Seth would come through. I told Jane she needn’t have a session, but she was willing enough, if Seth decided to. [...]

[...] After we talked a bit, I deduced that Seth/Jane had been trying for the word “Stonehenge,” meaning the ancient Druidic stone monoliths arranged in a circle in England, etc. Jane then said this was the word Seth had been trying to get her to say. [...]

(Jane has had two recent, excellent and long sessions for her ESP class, however, featuring both Seth and Seth II, and including new material.)

[...] The nurse came in to take Jane’s blood pressure. Jane asked for some iced ginger ale. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch as we talked. [...]

(When the nurse took Jane’s temperature it was 98.8. “My God,” I joked, “that’s almost perfect.”

(This evening before the session Jane tried to move a table by herself, with little success. [...]

(Jane’s pace was relatively slower than it has been recently.)

[...] Jane said she was far-out. [...]

(I took the call while Jane came out of trance. [...]

(This is a good place to describe Jane’s latest “psychedelic thing,” as she put it, or experience with an altered state of consciousness. [...]

(As soon as we stepped out of the door, Jane began to talk about the supernal beauty of the warm night. [...]

(At about 4 PM yesterday Jane called me out to the card table to show me the much improved movements she could make with her head: She rotated it more freely up and down and from side to side, her whole body participating somewhat as she sat in her chair. [...]

(“Bob, I feel funny,” Jane said at 9:31, as I sat reading on the couch. [...]

[...] Jane had sat in her chair at the card table the whole time—in fact, she’s been in her chair since about 7:30 AM; she hasn’t gone to the john or laid down. [...]

(After we had talked for some time Jane told me that she felt Seth “buzzing around,” and that he could explain Marian’s dream to her should she be willing to listen. [...] Otherwise, Jane said, she would prefer to leave; she had no trouble keeping Seth from speaking, yet felt it would be better to change her surroundings should no session be held.

[...] It was attended only by Jane, myself and Marian Spaziani, the wife of our landlord, although others were present in the house.

[...] An unusual feature was that Jane spoke in either a very low voice or a whisper for the whole session. [...]

(Jane and I engaged in a long discussion this evening, covering a lot of ground concerning her symptoms, my role, her lingering and bothersome symptom hang-ons, etc. [...] For the first time, however, Jane gave voice to some doubts about the sessions that I had not realized she entertained. [...]

(I did not expect a session to follow the discussion, but at 10:15 Jane announced she could hold one. [...]

(Jane’s intellectual reluctance to wholeheartedly accept the sessions and all they implied.)

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. Both of us remember the dream of Jane’s that Seth discussed. It was a very vivid one, and quite unpleasant, and Jane told me about it as soon as she awoke. [...]

[...] Jane and I had been talking about trying to check out some of this material, since presumably records concerning Frank Watts would exist locally; and possibly people who knew him, other than Miss Callahan, and a co-worker of Jane’s at the gallery when the sessions began, Mrs. Borst, might be found who would help us verify any data Seth gave. [...]

(Neither Jane or I have any psychological time data to report, not yet having resumed a schedule for its study.

[...] Jane’s delivery had become very slow; as slow as the 110th session, which was as slow as any I recall. When I mentioned this Jane was quite surprised. [...] It might be added that during the 110th session, Jane was aware that she was speaking at a slow rate.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] As a rule Jane smokes steadily during sessions; even I hadn’t noticed she was going without cigarettes.

(Jane had no idea of the material for the session as the time for it approached. [...]

[...] Even today Jane talked to Tam Mossman, her editor at Prentice-Hall, about various matters involving the book. [...] In my frustration, I told Jane over the weekend that I intended to go back to painting, starting this morning, but it didn’t work out that way. We’ve even considered withdrawing Mass Events from publication, although Tam reassured Jane this morning that things would work out all right. I didn’t mail a long letter Jane wrote him over the weekend; she covered its points in the call this morning. [...]

[...] Jane has been doing well, though, and yesterday walked three times — the most in one day that I can remember offhand. [...]

[...] I told Jane that I felt the disclaimer planned for one of our books by the publisher could hardly be the end of such thinking. [...]

(Jane first mentioned a couple of weeks ago that Seth, her trance personality, would start another book of his own soon. [...] Nor did Jane have any conscious thoughts about subject matter, or a title, for any projected Seth book.

(The energy at Jane’s command still impresses me, especially when I consider that she weighs less than ninety-five pounds. [...] Jane took off her glasses and placed them on the coffee table between us. [...]

(“Now: Ruburt [as Seth calls Jane] is quite correct. [...]

(End at 12:07 a.m. After coming out of trance Jane attempted to describe a manifestation which, though invisible, was “hovering before us now like a big oval type of thing.” [...] Jane had trouble being precise about the effect and her feelings in connection with it, and I had difficulty translating her narrative into written words. [...]

[...] We had guests the following Friday evening, and as Jane described the multiple-channel effects to them, she realized that she was tuning into some of Seth’s backlog of data about peer groups and the need to conform. Seth hadn’t actually given us the material during Wednesday’s session, nor did he now — instead Jane verbalized it on her own to some extent. [...]

[...] Note the difference between Seth’s heading for this chapter and the one Jane gave before the session.)

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] Jane was obviously tired now, so I told Seth we’d hear from him next Monday as usual. Jane resumed at 11:37.)

[...] Jane and I found ourselves anticipating the event with a good deal of interest. [...] Jane lay down for a rest, and gave herself positive suggestions concerning the session. [...]

(The letter Seth referred to was one from Jane’s publisher, received today, concerning her book on ESP. Jane had thought the project dead, but it seems the publisher is still interested.)

(Jane began dictating in a normal voice and at a normal rate, but her speed of delivery soon began to slow down, as will be noted, until it became almost painfully slow. [...] But the amount of material obtained will alone show that Jane spoke very slowly for much of the time. [...]

[...] Jane was fully dissociated. [...] Oddly enough I found trying to write at a slow pace, matching Jane’s delivery, more difficult than to proceed at the more rapid rate I am accustomed to.

(By 8:45 Jane was somewhat nervous; but she said that for recent sessions she has not felt as unsettled as she used to.