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(Jane began to breathe more deeply. Her head continued to nod back and forth. I felt that my speaking, steadily but not rapidly, gave Jane freedom and reassurance to do more than she might have otherwise, and she later agreed to this. Now Jane’s left hand began to move; it lifted and slapped lightly at her right hand, on the table, and did this repeatedly. I thought this meant Jane had established some kind of contact or feeling with Blanche, or the idea of Blanche, and she verified this later. Her breathing was now heavier, and she began to let up on the head nodding.

(I asked Jane, who said she felt no awareness of Seth about, to try contacting Blanche by feeling, if possible, rather than mere words. By sensing, or experiencing, pertinent emotions rather than by strict ego-oriented forebrain thinking. The suggestions seemed to be good ones. Not long after I began to speak, Jane began to nod her head repeatedly, in a gentle way. Her eyes were closed, and remained so once trance began to show itself. I spoke to Seth, asking for both his help and reassurance, his protection, and that he help Jane reach Blanche.

[...] Then she nodded several times. [...]

(Jane nodded, while I considered calling for a break, since it was now 9:30. [...]

(Jane nodded that she was okay to my questions, but it took her a long time to fully leave trance. [...]

(Seth nodded and closed Jane’s eyes.

[...] (I nodded yes.) He is at the point you see where he is beginning to do so. [...]

(Jane nodded, her eyes closed.

[...] I nodded. [...]

[...] He nodded sympathetically when I told him Jane was quite ill and couldn’t see anybody. [...]

[...] I told him I’d called the police, and he nodded. [...]

[...] She nodded. [...]

(I nodded.)

(Jane still nods off as she sits in her chair, especially after supper, which we take to be an indication that her thyroid is still below par, although she’s much improved in that regard over her condition before she entered the hospital. [...] Even as I sat beside her at the round card table in the living room, writing these notes, she kept nodding off into sleep. [...]

Jane nods and answers, ‘Yes.’

[...] Rob nods at them, rather proudly, and we exchange looks of congratulations.

[...] They seem reluctant to discuss it but finally Jane nods. [...]

Carl nods. [...]

[...] Jane was nodding in her chair as I finished, and I thought she wouldn’t be doing any work this evening after all. [...]

(I nodded yes.)

[...] During the delivery Jane kept nodding and leaning to her right in her chair. [...]

(She nodded. [...]

(Jane nodded, eyes closed.) For many reasons, most of which you have both discussed. [...]

[...] Her eyes closed and her head began to nod. [...]

Gramacy nodded. [...]

[...] Jane sat with her head back, eyes closed, head nodding a little back and forth—an effect often noticed since last break. [...]

[...] Her eyes closed, and her head began to nod, her lips moving soundlessly. [...]

[...] Jane stopped speaking, then nodded when I asked if she was all right. [...]

[...] She nodded, eyes closed. [...]

[...] Jane nodded okay to my question, and slowly she came out of trance. [...]

[...] They aren’t just words any more … Wow …” Her head nodded. [...]

[...] He smiles and nods, yet you do not speak because communication between you was always difficult.

His nod however was a blessing upon you. [...]