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(8:30. “I’m about ready to fall off the bed,” Jane said, going back into her disoriented state at once. Actually, she was leaning again to her left in the chair.

(8:54. Once again I helped Jane lift her head level with mine. and lean back against her pillow. She was also hallucinating again, wondering if it was safe to sit up and relax.

(9:07. Jane still spoke for Seth with her head down for the most part. Voice strong but muffled, eyes usually closed. “I found your face,” she said then, staring at me straight on. “I wanted to hold my head up—do something—because I’m so scared.” I helped her lean back against the pillow in her chair.

(I moved her in her chair over to the dining room table where we eat breakfast and watch TV. “That’s a good thought,” she said. Then: “I’m going to pretend I’m getting up in the morning. Can you turn the TV on a little?” I did—to Alec Guinness in the excellent TV movie, Smiley’s People, on channel 7. Once again I thought Jane looked like she might want to cry, but the moment passed. Now I sat on the opposite side of her, and she leaned away from me. “All I can say is, make believe you’re getting me up.”

[...] The air cooler was on, and the entity’s first words were hard to hear—I had to lean close. [...]

[...] Jane sat upright in the rocker, leaning her head back, eyes closed, hands flat on her thighs. [...]

(Jane’s pace was now slow; again her head began to lean, then began a slow rotation.)

(Leaning forward in her rocker, eyes closed, Jane was now slowly moving her torso and head about. [...]

[...] It meant she’d be able to lean back, “taking the pressure off my ass,” she laughed. [...]

[...] She didn’t know whether to sit upright or lean back: “It feels odd already, and I haven’t even started. [...]

(Now Jane began to lean back on the couch; she looked to be much more comfortable.)

[...] She’d alternated while sitting between perching upright and leaning back.)

[...] I began to doubt myself, feeling that my natural leanings would lead me into areas considered suspect by others; that instead of rewards, there would be tinges at least of dishonor. [...]

[...] Seth told Peggy not to lean on her left elbow during the day, especially at work. Even as he spoke, we saw Peggy leaning on her left elbow. Peggy said she may have the habit of leaning on her desk at the newspaper office with her left arm or elbow; she will check.

[...] These inborn leanings or attitudes can roughly be translated as follows.

The inborn leanings and attitudes that we have been discussing should ideally (underlined) remain with you for the rest of your life, leading you to express your abilities, and finding fulfillment as your knowledge expands through experience. [...]

(As I wrote these notes Jane kept leaning to her left in her chair and lapsing into sleep. [...]

[...] When he is in his room, let him begin to court his creative self (leaning to her right, eyes closed....)

[...] She often leaned forward in her chair, gesturing and pointing even though her eyes remained closed. [...]

[...] Now Jane, her eyes still closed, leaned forward in her chair toward Lorraine. [...]

(Jane was very restless in her chair, now leaning forward, then back. [...]

[...] When you are very young your beliefs are quite clear — that is, your conscious and unconscious leanings and expectations are harmonious. [...]

[...] The pictures you see will follow your own unique leanings and characteristics.

[...] Seth/Jane leaned forward, smiling and emphatic.) And I will sit more formally for my portrait some day.

[...] (A smile, leaning forward, for emphasis, etc.) Paint with the same confidence and belief with which you breathe.

[...] (Leaning forward, humorously:) Am I that hard to remember?

[...] In actuality, however, most of you believe — and experience — a far different picture, in which the body must be protected at all costs from a natural leaning toward disease and poor health. [...]

[...] (Seth-Jane leaned forward, whispering and smiling, as if telling a joke.)

[...] Jane began speaking now while leaning back in her rocker, eyes closed, her voice again high, very clear but distant, very distinct but rather emotionless, ending sentences often again on the upbeat. [...]

(Here Jane was sitting very relaxed in her rocker, leaning back with eyes closed, quite limp, voice slowing after a very fast delivery, above. [...]

Your educational systems, however, for all of their idealism, have largely ended up (pause) smothering the natural individual bents and leanings of children, and overemphasized instead the cultural organization. It became more important, then, for the child to conform to the culture rather than to follow its own individual natural leanings. [...]

[...] One twin had a strong leaning toward military things... [...]

You had a brief life as twins—some definite clear-cut divisions within yourself, have to do with this life when you were one of two—one going one way, and one going the other—one twin had a strong leaning toward military things—a soldier—the organization of the church now serves the same purpose, I believe—security within the organization—the twin who was in the military found his sense of identity as a soldier within the system, but he had great faith in the system—in what he was doing—the other twin was more given to a statesman-like sort of thing—and was in fact an orator, although he had another profession—it included oration to people—the two of you had a very strong telepathic relationship—and this time the church has provided the same kind of organization—you sort of resented the fact that this twin brother of yours had this organization in which he found support and in which he felt so a part because he was absolutely certain of the aims and goals of the organization and he was a good soldier within it—and at that time you envied him that security and that sense of identity within the system in which he believed. [...]

(Walking about the room, Jane said she felt her thoughts “lean” in just that direction. [...] She couldn’t possibly lean mentally in any other direction, she said. [...]

[...] You may then purposefully (leaning forward, quietly emphatic but with some amusement) put yourself in a position of weakness, while all of the time claiming that you seek influence. [...]

[...] They lean toward compulsive behavior patterns. [...]

(Jane now sat leaning forward, quite close to me, eyes open, speaking very carefully, lightly and deliberately before leaning back after a few sentences.)

In one way, in the most important way, and in the only basic way, I am Seth, dispensing with certain (pause) characteristics which are mine (leaning forward) which I used to contact you.

(The supper tray sat on the bed table, so after getting my pad and pen ready I leaned on top of the tray and wrote that way:)

[...] She leaned forward and tapped upon the coffee table between us, her eyes wide and dark.)

[...] She finally gave up and leaned back in her rocker. [...]