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A dislike of me for ripping away the veil of secrecy, for with the veil down the symptoms must disappear. [...]

(When Jane got mad at me after supper tonight.

(“What do you see when you look at me?”

(I asked this because Jane’s stare at me had been especially noticeable; her eyes had been very dark and luminous, I thought.)

[...] It came upon me abruptly at about 8:45, while Jane was reading to me her account of the two dreams in question. For some reason the sneezing made me quite angry and impatient, briefly, and I asked Jane to hold up in her reading. [...]

(Jane laughed with me at first, then asked me to stop, saying that my data might confuse her. At the same time I felt touches of my familiar thrilling sensation that I have often felt during psy-time, or when I see a vision; this gave me the feeling that I might be half right about what I had said; Seth however said nothing about it. [...]

[...] Jane, her eyes still closed, wagged a finger at me.) Ruburt was correct, Joseph. [...]

[...] Abruptly I became conscious of traffic noise, and Jane told me later that she did too. [...]

[...] I project all of this outward around me into literally hundreds of brilliant scenes; expressions, I knew, of probabilities, ‘past’ and ‘future’ events, sideways events I can’t even understand … all happening at once, with perfect comprehension of that by the ‘anchor’ dream self. [...] I literally become the experience of being myself contained in all of these selves, while being these selves contained by me. In at least one of these selves, the knowledge of this entire event comes to consciousness like a half-recalled dream of its own, and the experience of recalling and being recalled is like liquid electricity in me, the anchor self.

[...] Grinning, she proceeded to confound me further by describing the double dreams of another class member — since, obviously, the individual in question had also had certain dream adventures that Jane and I didn’t know about. I ended up thinking that my own little experience hadn’t amounted to so much after all; but still, it had made Jane and me aware of another facet of dream life. [...]

(Dreaming two at once led me to write down a second question for Seth. [...]

(To me:) You are, in a rudimentary fashion, beginning to open up those unused areas of the brain, or you would not have even been aware of the fact of two simultaneous dreams. [...]

(It wasn’t clear, Jane said, extremely difficult to put into words, but she found while speaking the appropriate lines that she was a giant, looking at John and me in the room, although her eyes were closed. [...] She felt her “organs growing,” along with John and me and everything in the room. [...]

(“I don’t know whether he left me or not,” she said, “but suddenly I was me and all this was going on. [...]

[...] She said to me in a whisper: “Get me out of it.” [...]

(Jane then said she had a bunch of concepts to tell us about, but didn’t want to experience them now, so she called to me. [...] She said she didn’t know how or what she used to speak to me, but had hold of something. [...]

[...] You find me impersonal as Ruburt does, and yet it is simply because you do not understand the gestalt of personality and action and the meaning of identity. [...] It is difficult for me to explain to you what I am since the components of my reality are so different, and yet intuitively, intuitively you realize your own greater reality, and that includes the knowledge of what I am. [...]

To me, your universe is perhaps as a star might appear to you. [...] It is only the psychic distances between us that make me appear so alien to you, for my personality structure is far different from your own. [...]

(Other Personality [later named Seth II]:) I have not traveled where you are, and yet a portion of me that you know as Seth has so traveled. [...]

[...] Seth tells me that it is difficult for you to understand this particular point. [...]

Now it is well and good for me to come here. [...] It is fine and well for me to come here and talk to you, but you are not taking time from your daily activities to develop your own abilities, not to look inward, and you (Theodore) need not be included here. [...]

If a dark angry mongrel follows you down the street and you know it and you say to yourself, “It is a fine day and I am alone and there is no dog behind me,” and it yaps at your feet and you say, “It is a lovely day and no dog yaps at my feet,” and it growls at your ankles and you run as fast as you can saying all the time, “Nothing chases me,” and you dare not look back; then in your mind the dog springs from a dog to a tiger, to an unnamable terror. [...]

[...] And if now and then I indulge in a few very human reactions, then you must forgive me. [...]

You (Florence) cannot get indulgences from me, you see, for this—“quote.” [...]

[...] With a more painful heart I yearned for my wife to walk to me, hips innocently and joyfully swaying, as she used to do years ago, when she’d meet me every day as I left the printing company where I worked as a commercial artist. [...]

In later years it’s become impossible for me to close my eyes to the multiple pressing differences that exist between Seth’s explanation of the nature of reality, and of our own private experience of it. [...]

(Long pause at 7:51.) It began to strike me that even my own physical incapacities were indeed creative ventures that appeared in my experience as bad, or limiting, or even tragic. [...]

[...] She was tired, and I was far from being at my best as I fought off a half-repressed cough—an affliction that seldom troubles me.)

[...] Therefore, let me know what you are, and let me become a part of all that I am. Let this knowledge come, then, into my consciousness, let me be no longer divided.”

[...] She looked over at Phil Levine and said, “What did you do to me?” and she started to cry. [...]

[...] Why did you leave me?”

Now for a few words from me. [...]

(“Did you know either Jane or me in a previous life?”)

(“Did you know me, Rob, in a previous incarnation?”)

(“Where did you know me?”)

(“Could you give me the name of my son, the artist?”)

([Tam:] “On the other hand I wouldn’t want any psychic development to come between me and my wife... to get between any feelings for my wife who is at this moment even more important to me than any of my other selves.”)

[...] Give me a moment. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] sorting it by date, when Jane said, “Will you write something down for me?” She actually thought it might be from Seth—she could hear his voice reciting it, I believe she said. It’s poetry; I’m presenting it line by line as Jane told me to divide it after the session.

[...] “That was probably because he didn’t want me to think he was challenging me,” Jane said. [...]

as it moves with me. [...]

Her consistency of attitude was strongly reinforced for me when, as I put together the notes for this session, I came across two rough, untitled poems that she’d produced on March 19, 1977—four years and eight months ago. [...] She hadn’t typed the poems for her journal, or shown them to me, but had quite forgotten about them. [...]

And as autumns fierce / moods have their /
reasons—in nature’s / deeper sanity / so must…/
my undeviating / direction— /
Though my thoughts’ leaves singly / seem separate /
they ride in one elemental / force / carried weightless— /
Then with them let me / be so supported /
though my tumultuous journeys carry me, / like them, /
above stormy treetops. [...]

If I’ve gone kinky— / legs at crazy angles— /
arms half bent— / no longer walking upright— /
a physical outcast— / and a mental speed-demon— /
well, no more apologies—from me / to me.

To me, Jane’s sensing of those “cousins of consciousness,” those “friendly colleagues,” and her very cautious reactions to her inner knowing, are clear signs of the consistency of her beliefs and her work through the years. [...]

Now when I said in the last class session that I preferred, if you must project your thoughts and images upon me that, instead of thinking of me as a wise old man, you thought of me as a lark in the morning, I meant because I am such an old bird. [...]

Now no one asked me what it was like when I go in trance. [...]

Now, when I come here to speak I focus my energy, not toward this room as a destination, for this room, in your terms, does not exist to me but in these terms, this room does not exist to you. [...]

Now let me give you a more concrete example that each of you may use in your own way. [...]

Present and future experience of those in the room are available to me, and as real as their present experience. Therefore I must remember what they think has already happened, or not yet occurred, for to me it is one. [...]

(“Well, that brings me to number three, which you’ve already been getting into: What is the original source of the Speaker data? [...]

(Here there was an exchange between Seth and me, in which I didn’t have to take notes. [...]

Now which of the two questions do you want me to answer first?

[...] Two people involved could be Jane and me; she purchased it, filled it out and mailed it for me, along with a note to the paper company that I wrote. [...]

[...] This was returned to me a few days ago; I had written a paper company requesting samples. [...]

[...] In actuality Ruburt uses the energy, for it is in a form which is more accessible to him than to me. [...]

(Since it was close to 10 PM, the hour suggested by Dr. Instream for clairvoyant contact with Seth, Jane told me she felt some nervousness, as she had the first time this experiment had been tried in the 189th session.

[...] None did, but she received brief notes from Seth: “You don’t have to worry about me drinking too much. [...] Be comforting and put me to bed…. [...] These Jane recited to me in her own voice.

The intimacy and personal characteristics by which you know me to some extent drew you to me. [...]

(Just before the session, Jane told me later, she was again aware of the cone affect, which she calls an obvious intellectual attempt to visualize the new as it is postulated in the sessions. [...]

[...] He misses me.

[...] Your loyalty astounds me. [...]

[...] This will not keep me from speaking out to you in the future however when you need it, as you have needed it upon one occasion in the past.

[...] If you will forgive me, she was more a male than you were, in reality, and the Germans to you now still represent arrogant masculinity.

(There was silence.) Such curiosity amazes me.

[...] It taught me to consider all portions of the personality—its needs, desires, creative drives and expressions, etc., and I intuitively linked this up with Jane’s problems. It began to seem very clear to me that this was what she must do.

(The pendulum told me that I was bothered by the idea of the possible lack of permanency of the panel I had chosen, and briefly that I was somewhat aware of the change in this picture, as far as handling of form would be concerned, from my usual style of working. [...]

(“I thought this painting would allow me more of an expression of fantasy than I usually permit myself.”)

(“What part of me is raising hell, then?”)

In the particular instances when Ruburt heard me, I simply do not know whether or not you would have heard me, and there are several reasons for this. [...]

Let me first make a few comments concerning the article which Ruburt has just finished reading.

[...] It is not likely that I will be heard by anyone for some time in the way that Philip heard me speak. [...]

For all my humor concerning the particular communication to Philip, I wanted him to be conscious of hearing me. [...]

(Below her dream account Sue had written: “Consciously, I know that Colonial-type houses represent great comfort to me. Whenever I see one, the house sort of radiates comfort at me.”)

Symbolically the both of you were to follow me into this house, for its rooms contain various realities. The realities merge so walls inside the house did not serve as divisions, and had you followed me you would have seen that passing through one wall would not lead you to a room on the other side, but to numberless rooms within the wall.

Aerofranz wanted a word from me, and the word is: hold out a while. [...]

(Pause.) Now give me a moment. [...]