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[...] Amen—and I will be most willing to help you on your own endeavor (touching the photo of me.

[...] The whole week had been a very busy one for Jane and me, and we were left somewhat short of sleep.

You hear me now. [...]

You may take a break or give me your envelope, as you prefer.

(Her eyes closed, Jane took the envelope from me for our 78th experiment at 9:55. [...]

A slap in the face to Nebene, saying “Aha, I am using my abilities as frivolously as I dare to, and you will get little more from me.” [...]

In the beginning it was you who mentioned the rest of the page to Tam—do you follow me?

Now, let me add several important points, covered earlier. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] “Well, give me some time to plan out what I’d like the sessions to cover, then we’ll see.”)

[...] May I add that Jane surprised me also, in the excellent relationship she established with my parents.)

[...] Midge, Del’s wife, called Jane later that morning, and Jane in turn called me at work. [...]

[...] “It’s me,” Jane said. [...]

[...] She achieved a very brief glimpse of his face, eyes closed, nodding yes in answer to her question: Do you hear me? [...]

[...] It does seem to me however that we have been very sober of late, dealing with weighty concerns. [...]

I hope you can follow me here. [...]

[...] You will say “I am not anyone who is not me.”

[...] It wasn’t speaking through anyone — that is, it wasn’t coming from inside my head or through me as it always has so far, even in the dream state. [...] The words didn’t seem to be directed at me, particularly, but just to be there. [...]

[...] “He kept me under a good long time because of the noise [in the apartment] upstairs — and because of those phone calls, too, I’ll bet….” [...]

(“Do you want me to get you some more beer?”

1. In Note 1 for Session 715, I described my “first and second Romans” — internal visions or perceptions that had come to me as I lay down for afternoon naps last Sunday and Monday. Each time I’d evidently seen myself as a Roman military officer living early in the first century A.D. In the first episode I was aboard a galley in the Mediterranean; in the second, I floated face down in that sea with my hands bound behind me.

[...] Jane’s delivery had been quite a bit faster than usual — which means she’d kept me writing at a steady pace even though I was recording the material with my homemade “shorthand.” [...]

[...] It was a warm night for the end of October, and we had the windows open, the traffic noise from the busy intersection just one house removed was bothering me more than anything else.)

[...] Do you follow me here?

This has been a most fruitful session, and I will close it unless you have questions that you want to ask me.

Let me tell you that only now, with this material, will we really begin our leap into real understanding of things as they are. [...]

(Then, as though a switch clicked on, the thrilling swept over me from foot to head quite strongly; it sprang up from my left foot.

[...] We knew little about operating the recorder yet, although the night before Jane had successfully recorded a hypnosis session in which she had helped me with my back trouble.

[...] This bothers me in no way whatsoever. [...]

[...] I know that you will tell me, my dear Joseph, when your hand is tired, and we will break.

[...] This is the rather difficult part for me to explain, I’m afraid. [...]

Now an old friend of mine from days at Pratt came to either work with me or visit. [...]

The earlier statement makes perfect sense to me, for each self would call that portion of its greater reality within the whole unit its own soul. [...]

(Even though I said yes, at first break I checked the dictionary definition for oversoul, just in case it might lead me to ask Seth for more clarification. [...]

(This reminded me that Jane recently remarked that when she tries psychological time now, it is the usual thing for her to achieve what she calls an “excellent” state.)

[...] However, even the action of speaking for me this session is beneficial, as far as he is concerned. [...]

Now, listen to me. [...]

Joseph: Slow me down when necessary.

[...] Now, give me a moment, please.

Some new developments should also occur in our sessions, as our reluctant medium finally comes to terms with me. [...]

1. In this note I describe events that are of great importance to Jane and me.

The collection will include our family trees; my father’s journals and photographs; Jane’s and my own grade-school, high-school, college, and family data; our youthful creative efforts in writing and painting; the comic books and other commercial artwork I produced; our early published and unpublished short stories; my original notes for the sessions; session transcripts, whether published or unpublished, “regular,” private, or from ESP class; tapes, including those made in class of Jane speaking for Seth and/or singing in Sumari; our notes, dream records, journals, and manuscripts; our sketches and paintings; Jane’s extensive poetry; our business correspondence; books, contracts, and files; newsletters about the Seth material, published in the United States and abroad (independently of Jane and me); the greater number of letters from readers—in short, a mass of material showing how our separate beginnings flowed together and resulted in the production of a joint lifework.

I suggest, if this will do me any good, that both of you take the work involved and find those sessions and finally put them to use. [...]

[...] There was however simultaneously great resentment: “How sick do I have to get before you will come back to me, and how can I be sure of it?”

He has fought me a good deal of the time. [...] You have been negligent this past week, and yet this also adds to your confidence, in that you know that it is up to you both ultimately, and not ultimately up to me, whether or not these sessions are held.

(Part of the time her eyes were fully closed as she paced about the room, Jane said, but she could not give me a percentage estimate. [...]

(Jane told me she had a dream involving Father on the same evening, Sunday, September 28. [...]

(The name doesn’t help me identify any such person. [...]

[...] Otis’s photograph exerted a most peculiar fascination for Jane and me. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

(The energy at Jane’s command still impresses me, especially when I consider that she weighs less than ninety-five pounds. [...]

[...] You may say, “Poor health makes no sense to me,” or, “A fractured relationship with my mate is hardly what I was after,” or, “I certainly have not been pursuing poverty after all my hard work.”

[...] Will the emotions that propelled me in life continue to do so? [...] Most of all the question means: When I am dead, will I still be who I am now, and will I remember those who are dear to me now?

[...] You may ask me questions or end the session as you prefer.