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Now, do you have an envelope for me?

[...] He asked why he did not dream of me. [...]

[...] Yesterday Jane had remarked to me that she did not think Seth would agree, and might have something to say on this, although she did not know when.)

[...] Nevertheless even the vacation from me will do you good. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

(I began a question: “Well, you were still present, even with this highly focused trance—” when Seth motioned for me to wait.)

[...] He is impatient because he likes me working on a book for him. [...]

[...] You have friends because of your work and association with me, and your mother will be well cared for. [...]

“I feel inferior because my mother hated me,” or, “I feel unworthy because I was scrawny and small as a child.” [...]

(Pause.) Many people who write to me feel that they have unusual psychic or writing abilities, or sense an outstanding need to help others. [...]

[...] They write to you, or to me, but the questions are really addressed to the universe via this address.

[...] Most correspondents do not really expect you or me to solve their problems for them—but the hope is there that somehow the problems can be solved, and that the problems themselves are important.

(To me:) You needed some rest, but you do not really approve of it, the idea of playful free time seems to you somehow unvirtuous. [...]

(The talk about the Wallaces reminded me, however, that a few months ago Irving Wallace’s daughter, Amy, had sent Jane a copy of her new book on psychic phenomena—particularly on healing.

[...] It should be noted, as Ruburt said, that the poverty angle was largely eradicated—yet you (to me) preserve it in your worries about taxes, for example—for those feelings of resentment still help you continue to feel impoverished and virtuous. [...]

[...] The release of psychic energy involved, regardless of me, was literally a new birth, bringing forth an impetus for change and creative activity. [...]

I will leave it to you, Joseph, to cut me short if I speak too quickly.

Do you have a test for me, Joseph?

[...] As stated Jane did not hear John mention Cleveland to me, although she knew he had been traveling. [...]

[...] And as always I regret leaving, for you grow on me.

I was, I was not here suggesting—far be it from me—to suggest that Ruburt give three sessions a week. [...] I would, literally, shiver in my boots, for he would pursue me with endless protests.

[...] The short session was somewhat like a conversation between Seth and me, although I did not ask too many questions. [...]

(Seth answered my question by saying it was a good idea for Jane and me to attend the hypnosis symposium at Oswego next month, and to meet Dr. Instream, the director. [...]

(To me:) Slow me down when you want to. [...]

[...] One point: the drug you are now taking over a period of time would not be recommended by me—

[...] My consciousness is an attribute to be used by me. [...]

Your earth was very dear to me. [...]

(As we sat for the session Jane gave me a copy [which is attached] of the dreams she had while taking a nap this afternoon. [...]

[...] Ruburt was correct in what he picked up from me today (half laughing)—concerning both your rugs and nationalized medicine, and some of its effects upon the poor if it were established.

[...] “I got something at the tail end of the session that he didn’t say,” Jane told me. [...]

(I told Jane that the other day the pendulum had told me I hurt the rib as self-punishment because of my resentment of the visit of Tom D’Orio and friends. [...]

[...] However she has been somewhat unsettled because of the changes at the gallery and was not in a mood for a session: “If Seth can get anything out of me tonight he’s doing good.”

Other fields do allow for greater complexity of psychic organization, and let me remind you again that such psychic organizations do not involve a blurring of individuality in some undefinable whole, as for example any drowning of consciousness in some gigantic, benign superconsciousness. [...]

[...] Then it came to me: The two events described here certainly did speak well for some kind of accomplishment on Jane’s part—and one greater than any she’d given herself credit for. [...]

(Lest some hypothetical readers of this material in the future regard Jane and me as idiots, incapable of learning, I’d like to note in our own defense that we’ve made many efforts to put the symptom situation out of mind as much as we’re capable of, yet it doesn’t leave us. [...]

([Gert:] “Would you help me with one thing, please? [...] The other times it has happened it scared me, and I tried to call my husband.”)

Now: Let me make it clear once again: Your present personality as you think of it is indeed “indelible,” and continues after death to grow and develop.

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] In my notes for The Wonderworks I described her own recent dream series — which still continues, by the way.] And: “In our case,” Seth said a bit later, “Ruburt almost ‘becomes’ the material he receives from me. [...]

(2. Then almost immediately after 10:39, when Seth referred to “chaos”: His rather sly emphasis on the word didn’t escape me. [...]

[...] If you find yourself in physical difficulties healthwise, you cannot say: “Why doesn’t my body stop me and assert its own wisdom?” because in the truest sense there is no division between your thoughts and your body. [...]

[...] After giving a page or so of information for Jane and me, as usual, Seth ended the session at 11:55 P.M.