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[...] We were going to the tax office this evening before the session, and I had gone ahead to get the car out of the garage, etc.)

(The day before the 724th session was held on December 4, I had another experience involving internal perceptions of myself as a Roman soldier in the first century A.D. As far as I can tell, however, this latest episode was not a continuation of my three visions of last October, in which I saw the end of my life while I was an officer in the armed forces of Imperial Rome¹ — yet this time also I confronted circumstances surrounding my own death. [...]

[...] I don’t think the ‘me’ I watched was an officer, as had been the case in my third Roman, of October 30.

[...] I see my two Romans physically undergoing an exploration of the opposite sides of rebellion or subversion, within the context of a much closer, more oppressive military authority: For whatever reasons, the Roman officer is turned upon and thrown into the Mediterranean to drown (as described in Note 1 for the 715th session)⁷; my Roman soldier, a man of lesser rank, has evidently betrayed his sworn position of trust, and is caught in authority’s vice. [...]

Some guests at his office earlier, in the nature of nuisances. [...] I do not know, but this has application connected with his office today. [...]

[...] In any case, whether it was lost or found, I see a navy blue scarf on the chair by his desk, in his office. Now; that is, in his office now.

[...] It chanced however that while we were waiting in line at the post office to mail packages, we saw a Marine in uniform. [...]

[...] Jane at once interpreted this data as referring to the staircase she must climb in order to reach Peggy Gallagher’s office, on the second floor at the newspaper office where Peggy works. [...]

[...] Bill Gallagher’s facetious term for the local newspaper office, where he also works, is the Garden of Gethsemane—hence such religious connections in the poem used as object. [...]

[...] As explained on the last page, Bill Gallagher calls his place of employment, the newspaper office, the “Garden of Gethsemane.” [...]

[...] During the day on Tuesday, John had to attend an important business meeting of his regional office in Binghamton, NY, perhaps sixty miles from Elmira.

[...] (Pause at 10:05.) He makes an evening visit to his office, and perhaps has coffee in the cafeteria. [...]

[...] He is in his office late. [...]

[...] With our friend Philip, a situation developing involving a white-haired man who is in the background, behind or connected with, the man who suggested Philip seek office. [...]

[...] If you ran for office, you could count on my vote.

(John said the separation of elements or dates could refer to the political office he was asked to run for. [...]

[...] Dr. Instream then suggested that we go to his office where it would be private and quiet.

[...] Her voice was stronger than normal, and echoed somewhat in the crowded office. [...]

[...] I have endeavored to keep the voice somewhat under control because of the proximity of other offices. [...]

“We’ll take him to the Salvation Army,” the young officer said, after joking with Fred about what a long walk it was from the airport. [...] Nor did the officer I met say so, although he may just not have been told that by the dispatcher on duty. [...]

[...] I waved to the officer driving. [...]

(See the 360th session for August 16, 1967, held in F. Fell’s New York City office.

(As Seth says, a remarkable and instant liking sprang up between F. Fell, Jane and me when we first met in his office. [...]

(I should add that at 2:30 I called to see if Andrew Fife was in his office at billing, since I wanted to show him the claim-denial reports I’d received from the insurance company the day before Christmas. [...]

(Today when I called his office, I found out that Andrew Fife was on vacation until January 3, so I’ll see him then. [...]

[...] Jane said she believed the “12” came from the address of Dr. Colucci’s office, 112 Walnut Street, around the corner from our address on W. Water Street, and that Seth speculated about people because of Dr. Colucci’s waiting room being a gathering place for people.

[...] Dr. Colucci’s office is but four doors down the street from the M.D. she visited. [...]

That did indeed refer to Pine City, and connected, you see, the office incident of your appointment with the car incident, which occurred in the vicinity of Pine City.

[...] In the episode of interest here, I saw myself back in the first century A.D.: I was an officer of rather high rank in a Roman legion, and I was aboard a small galley in the Mediterranean Sea. [...] Briefly through those eyes I looked out upon twin rows of galley slaves … I described the scene and my feelings about it to Jane, and made small, full-face and profile pen-and-ink drawings of myself as the officer. [...]

(See Note 1 for descriptions of the [two] unusual mental events I experienced Sunday and today: I may have seen myself as a Roman military officer in the first century A.D.

This afternoon, Monday, I decided upon a nap once again, and once again I was aware of myself as the Roman officer; at least I thought I was that individual. [...]

[...] Peggy said she may have the habit of leaning on her desk at the newspaper office with her left arm or elbow; she will check.

[...] It amounted to perhaps a medium-long paragraph, and included a description of a building he would visit, its offices, and a man to whom he would apply for employment. [...]

[...] While at the bank yesterday noon I met Wanda, a nurse who worked in the office of a doctor I’d seen some years ago for an ear problem. [...]

(Note: Strange to say, but at the same time I felt that Jane was more concerned about trying to make it into the doctor’s office—“Humiliating myself before all those people” —than she was about her symptoms themselves.

(I’ve picked up her new reading glasses at Jim Adams’s office, but she hasn’t been wearing them because they need adjusting. [...]

A few moments earlier he vaguely caught an image, as his mind, picking up inner information, translated it: he was being led to a physician’s office in the image. [...]

[...] He soon wrote back asking for a few sample sessions and suggesting that Seth clairvoyantly describe his office in New York. [...]

[...] He took us to his office and closed the door.

[...] Rob was still trying to comfort me when we arrived at Dr. Instream’s office. [...]

They have been together today, or are together now, the three of them in an office, I believe; though I am not certain, Dr. Instream’s office.

2. Early on the morning of June 17, 1972, five men were arrested inside the headquarters of the Democratic National Committee, located in the Washington, D.C., apartment-hotel-office complex known as the Watergate. The men were employed by the “plumbers,” a secret group working for the Republican President Richard Nixon’s Committee to Re-Elect the President, and their tasks were to photograph records and to check upon listening devices — “bugs” — that had been planted in the offices during a first illegal entry in May. [...]

(I left the house for the post office and to take Jane’s typewriter in for cleaning. [...]