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(I felt as though I might project again, so I kept trying while Jane lay quietly beside me. I had no success, although the very pleasant aura surrounding the whole episode lingered most definitely. The projection, small as it was, had seemed so easy and natural that I wondered why it wasn’t a commonplace. I knew all the while that much more was possible than I was able to accomplish — that just beyond my abilities of the moment lay wonderful possibilities if I could just break that… barrier. I never did feel any alarm, and at no time did I see, or feel, the “astral silver cord.” Finally I slept.

(Last night, Tuesday, I went to bed while Jane was holding ESP class in the living room. It was about 11:30. As I lay dozing I gave myself suggestions that I would recall my dreams in the morning and write them down. Oddly enough, I didn’t mention “astral projection.”

(I felt no panic, no fear. My astral eyes were functioning. A weak light came through a narrow open window to my right. The closed door was in deep shadow, but I knew I was before it. Although my body lay sleeping beside Jane in the bedroom “behind” me, I wasn’t concerned about it. I didn’t realize that I was projecting at first — I didn’t have the presence of mind, say, to order myself to burst through the door into the living room. But that I was out of my body, and in this very pleasant weightless state, did slowly make itself known to me. I had no memory of actually leaving my body and moving into the bathroom.

(This was the first time that no element of fear was present in any of my rather infrequent projections. I believe my ordinary conscious ideas that doors can’t be penetrated held me back, though. I fell asleep again briefly after encountering the impasse posed by the closed door. When I became aware again, evidently a few moments later, I found myself floating just above my physical body as it lay in bed.

(She lay back upon her bed and pillow, half crying at times, speaking with a choked voice often, and once again with a different rhythm — one broken by long pauses every few words, as yesterday.)

(Jane lay so quietly, eyes closed, head tipping toward her left on her pillow, mouth open, that I thought she’d fallen asleep.)

(I had her lay on her side while I checked TV, got supper ready, and so forth. [...]

I lay down for a nap in the bedroom after Jane got up from her own. I had the following ideas as I lay in that state between waking and sleeping. [...]

(9:31.) Give us a moment … As you lay there you were aware of the fact just beneath consciousness — usual consciousness — that you had not brought in the paper before your nap, as is your habit, and almost at a dream level you idly wondered what stories it might contain. [...]

[...] I almost invariably bring in the paper before I lay down for a nap before supper, so Jane can read it while I sleep.

[...] Jane thinks that because I forgot to bring in the paper before I lay down, I may have tuned into it, out there in the box beside the mailbox. [...]

[...] She could feel them shifting from side to side as she lay on her back in bed. [...] This would be very important, for now her hips wouldn’t always be laying upon the bed like a dead weight. [...]

[...] She said she felt motions in her body as she lay on her side, watching TV while I took a nap from 5:05 to 5:35. [...]

[...] Last night they’d fallen out as she lay on her side, she said. [...]

He is right: the leg did move better this morning as he lay on the litter after hydro. [...]

[...] His irritability is somewhat natural — but also based on the idea, still, that when he is laying down that is dead time [...] You might have him become more aware of when he actually becomes tired, or uncomfortable, so that he does lay down then.

(9:44 in a fast delivery.) Give us a moment… .(Long pause.) To some extent Ruburt’s dissatisfaction with laying down after dinner also means that he is learning more about his own natural rhythms, for he does feel accelerated at that time, and by the evening, as you do. [...]

[...] My remarks came about because as she sat on the couch after the session she said that she hadn’t done anything today “… but sleep and lay around. [...]

4. I lay down for a nap as usual at 4:30 this afternoon (Monday, November 11). [...] My view was from my right side as I lay face up on the cot. [...]

[...] Through the hair I could see the pulsing bluish veins in the skin as it lay over the bone — and in some fashion this sight alone was most evocative of the very young and the very old. I lay face up, bony arms folded across my chest, just as my present “me” did. [...]

[...] I couldn’t describe the expression, but it reminded me of the internal “vision” I’d had this afternoon when I lay down to sleep: I found myself looking at a very old, very probable future manifestation of myself in this life, who rested quietly in bed. [...]

[...] When he lay dying, early in February 1971, I stood so that I had a view of him similar to the one I’d just experienced of myself. [...]

[...] “Do you want to go lay down?” I asked. [...]

(“I don’t want to go lay down. [...]

[...] Jane again lay down on the couch, as last session.)

(Again Jane’s pace had become slower, with less inflection, sleepier, as she lay on her back on the couch. [...]

[...] Jane still lay flat, quite unusual for her; she was not aware of any resistance, she said. [...]

[...] She lay back in bed — and woke up. [...]

My heart and giblets lay

[...] She seemed to lay in bed more easily, and referred to the experience several times through the afternoon. [...]

[...] She lay high up on the bed, her head back against her pillows. [...]

[...] Shortly after I lay down my sensation came over me from the feet to the head. [...] At one time my hands felt very large, and several feet [3] apart, though in actuality they lay at my sides. [...]

(Then my feet [in shoes as I lay on the bed] lying about six inches apart, felt as though they were connected to each other by a bridge or rope of flesh. [...]

[...] Once this was very strong when my hands felt crossed upon my waist, although actually they lay by my sides. [...]

(Jane told me that this morning in hydro her right leg “opened up quite a bit” as she lay on the litter. [...]

(I could see that the whole question had touched an unexpected nerve in Jane, so we’d better get something on the question; maybe we can lay it to rest for good. [...]

[...] Jane lay nude on her left side with the pillow between her legs. [...]

[...] ankles and calves, and inside both hands as she lay on her side. [...]

Many of the public-health announcements routinely publicize the specific symptoms of various diseases, almost as if laying out maps of diseases for medical consumers to swallow. There are many techniques apart from medically conventional ones, such as acupuncture, the laying on of hands, or the work of people who may be known as healers. [...]

[...] I had trouble keeping my eyes closed, so I lay a folded cloth across them. [...]

[...] Then I saw the angled pieces eventually lay themselves down upon the base line so that I couldn’t tell one from another, or beginning from the end.

[...] She realizes that she lays tilted up at an angle in bed, and that if she lay flat she couldn’t reach as far down toward her legs, but even so, signs indicate that her elbows seem to be flexing more. [...]

[...] “Don’t touch me,” she said as she lay on her back watching the TV soap opera, The Young and the Restless, as she did every noontime. “I just want to lay here and let the Darvoset take effect …”

[...] At 8:15 Jane lay down for a nap, and upon awakening at 8:45 experienced her sensation as described on pages 309/310. [...]

[...] While she was talking to me our cat Willy lay purring on her lap. [...]

[...] In basement I find four or five young men laying on the floor, each with an ill dog beside him, at least the dogs looked sick. [...]