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Now: I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

[...] The eyes, knowing his intent now to read, read. [...]

[...] They are, now, beginning to return (as I was just going to ask Seth). On some days his eyes do not read as easily as on others, and on those days they simply reflect an unevenness as they prepare themselves for still other improvements. [...]

[...] Jane and I had moved back to 458 W. Water Street, only now the house was much bigger than it really is, had many more apartments in it — they were all in good shape, with numerous stairways connecting them on a split-level layout. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(Pause at 4:33.) Now: your dream represented the larger rooms of beliefs into which you are emerging. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon —

(4:24.) Now: Comments.

[...] Now this is to be a new future, brought on as the result of healthier, wiser beliefs and attitudes. [...]

(Kim told me Jane is second on the list for admission to the facility now. “It could happen tomorrow or six months from now,” she said, meaning an opening. [...]

(I told the women that Jane and I were getting tired of such activities going on behind our backs, and that now I wouldn’t make a move without legal advice. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon. [...]

[...] It was indeed a dreamlike world, but a highly charming and vital one, in which dreaming imaginations played rambunctiously with all the probabilities entailed in this new venture: imagining the various forms of language and communication possible, spinning great dream tales of future civilizations replete with their own built-in histories—building, because they were now allied with time, mental edifices that automatically created pasts as well as futures.

(8:58.) During this period, incidentally, mental activity of the highest, most original variety was the strongest dream characteristic, and the knowledge [man] gained was imprinted upon the physical brain: what is now completely unconscious activity involving the functions of the body, its relationship with the environment, its balance and temperature, its constant inner alterations. [...]

[...] The body learned to heal itself in sleep in its dreams—and at certain levels in that state even now each portion of consciousness contributes to the health and stability of all other portions. [...]

[...] Now today, Jane automatically used her right hand to help her left hand reverse the cigarette—and didn’t realize she’d done so until I pointed it out to her. [...]

(She did the same thing again later this afternoon—but now she’s aware of what she’s doing, and the action has entered into her repertoire of motions on a daily basis.

Now: another fond good afternoon. [...]

“Now the scene changed, as one might change a slide in a projector. [...] Now I knew that a ‘task force’ of other Roman soldiers had carried out this assault, reaching ‘me’ by climbing the steps already described. [...]

[...] First, until now my internal perceptions have staged themselves like old silent films; second, the sound itself was quite unusual: The clustered troops on the ground were emitting a low rhythmic chanting or wailing. [...]

[...] I trust the thrilling sensations, since over the years I’ve learned that they signify something psychically legitimate for me⁵; their onset now at least reinforced my suspicion that the tumbling figure was me. [...]

Tell him to forget publishing for now, for he worries overmuch. [...]

End of session, and from now on we will have regular book dictation, and personal information as well.

Now that I was safe I was more than a little ashamed of myself for being such a coward, but I wasn’t so complacent that I felt like going right back to sleep, either! [...]

Now Seth said: “Our friend [meaning me] attempted to choose a different battlefield last night. [...]

[...] Now, evil does not exist in those terms, and even illness or fear are not necessarily enemies, as much as aids to understanding and means to a greater end. [...]

[...] Now we feel that we have a twice-weekly appointment with the universe, and certainly this attitude developed during those projection sessions when we tried during the day to follow the instructions given by Seth. [...] Now we hold them in Rob’s back studio. [...]

Now, like then, we close the living room door so we won’t hear the phone or be interrupted by visitors. [...]

A frog sat still and stared with awe
At a watch that lay in the sand.
“Now,” he thought, “I am quite sure
There is such a thing as Man.”

Now: This was a way of assisting the young woman involved, and others too. [...] Now you may take your break.

[...] I had only one page of it typed from my notes, and now neither of us could remember the rest of it. [...]

(Pause at 9:42.) Now she understood that she was not a victim but the originator of those conditions. [...]

[...] I bring this up now since there is a connection here, if you will excuse a pun, but there is a connection here with the electrical field. You realize now that psychological conditions have their existence within electrical reality, and so certain frames of mind will then be duplicated within the electrical field.

[...] Now indeed this electrical field in which thoughts and emotions and dreams have an independent actuality, this field contains depths and dimensions of a sort most difficult to explain.

Now, I would like to make some comments concerning your own experiments.

Now: I bid you a fond good afternoon—

—and I will speak briefly, at least for now. [...]

[...] It’s easier now for me to get the oil inside her clenched right hand, and I can feel the fingers move. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

[...] Turn your attention to something else entirely, and mentally say, “To hell with it all for now.” [...]

[...] Now, instead of taking them for granted, you will begin to notice both their uniqueness and their variety.

(Jane told me she was a little surprised that Maude Cardwell hadn’t answered my letter of a couple of weeks ago by now — but I said I thought things were proceeding as all of us wanted them to, really. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

[...] For now, I simply want to make the point that in the most basic of terms the human birth is as orderly and spontaneous as the birth of any of nature’s creatures — and a child opens its selfhood even as a flower opens its petals.

Now: a few words, though Ruburt’s main appointment this evening is with his own body.

[...] So he did indeed —to some extent, now—turn his body into a shell of a kind, cutting down spontaneous activity in an unsafe universe.

[...] He is quite correct in his feelings, that now his forces are united; and the body unerringly makes its adjustments, and assumes a healthy course.

(We’d postponed last night’s regularly scheduled session until Thursday because Jane had a dental problem [relining,] to resolve—but then tonight after supper she decided to have a session now “because you don’t know what might happen tomorrow....”)

Now (with a smile)—Good evening. [...]

[...] You are at that point now. [...]

(“Okay for now,” Jane said.

[...] Now Jane told me a friend had visited earlier. [...]

(“Right now,” Jane said, “the fear seems to be that despite myself I’m going to die.”

When you became sick he thought “Aha, mother was right, I do destroy everyone I touch, and now I have made my husband sick.” There is a great division of energy, as there is in all creators, but in his case between the need for spontaneity and discipline, safety and freedom, and these are clearly seen in the body’s condition right now.

[...] I even got the idea: Now here we have the body ‘kind of thing,’” she said.

[...] Our cottage here is within a hundred yards of the spot where we camped with Jane’s father in the late 1950’s. I would say now, without checking with Seth, that any thought of nostalgia we might have derived from returning here would have been better ignored. [...]

[...] She looked at me wordlessly as I walked toward the door, but before I reached it I heard her say, “I’m all right now.”

(Jane now smiled broadly as she paced about the room. [...]

Now, and this can hardly be called a controversial statement, the imagination is waking man’s connection with the universe of dreams. [...]