[...] Jane wasn’t sure when he was leaving, but it’s probably tomorrow morning, or even tonight. [...]

[...] Phyllis said that probably the eardrum is healed. [...]

[...] I began to get very tired—probably, I thought, a reaction to the morning’s events. [...]

Now: Once I gave you a recommendation, and you did not really take it.² I can foresee probabilities, but you make your own reality, and I will not take the responsibility. [...]

[...] She still looked a bit teary, but at the same time I was sure now that we’d steered away from any probable reality involving Foster Avenue — and perhaps Sayre too, I thought, considering Seth’s material at 10:15 tonight.³

[...] We sent the notice not only because of Seth’s material in the session, but because we felt that on our own we’d intuitively resolved a certain probable course of action — just as we’d done concerning the house on Foster Avenue in Elmira. [...]

[...] The whole affair has a sense of unreal immediacy, because there’s nothing to see, and because I don’t think most people really understand the probabilities involved. [...]

[...] Instantly, probabilities spun out from that dream in all directions, vast potentials and dangers.

[...] The probabilities are still surging, of course, and in private and mass dreams people try out all kinds of endings for that particular story.

[...] Such a personality is able, in your terms, not only to react and appreciate event A, say, in your present time, but also to experience and understand event A in all of its ramifications, and all of its probabilities.

[...] Jane lit a cigarette.) It is a state, not of nothingness in your terms, but a state in which probabilities and possibilities are known, anticipated, but blocked from all expression.

[...] After she hung up Jane told me that before the session she’d had the feeling we would be interrupted in some way— probably through a visitor; but she hadn’t told me beforehand.

[...] Reincarnated selves are no more than probable selves, choosing to experience various forms. [...]

(“I’m probably not correct on all the conclusions I make during the pendulum sessions, though.”)

[...] It possesses and holds intact even the smallest probability, so that no briefest possible life or creature or being is ever lost in the shuffle of a cosmic mechanics. [...]

[...] I think probabilities were involved.”)

[...] But all of them have the capacity to become people, according to the actions of probabilities. [...]

(Yesterday’s session was mainly on the Sasquatch phenomenon, triggered I imagine by the program In Search Of, and I’ll probably take time off from Dreams one morning to get it done. [...]

[...] Carol wants to publish the work, and asks about a Butts-Roberts biography — something I think we’ll probably pass upon. [...]

Still however out of pity, the trap is still a probable one. It is a probable one simply because it does exist. [...]

[...] This one has progressed so well, with indeed little experience comparatively, that he most probably will become an entity of his own eventually.

REINCARNATIONAL CIVILIZATIONS,
PROBABILITIES, AND MORE
ON THE MULTIDIMENSIONAL GOD

[...] It will be called: “Reincarnational Civilizations, Probabilities, and More on the Multidimensional God.”

[...] The reincarnational structure is but one facet in the whole picture of probabilities. [...]

[...] These computations are made by drawing upon the psyche’s innate knowledge of probabilities on a private and mass basis.”

[...] I said I thought it better that she did follow the impulse, though, since anything, any action, was probably better than sitting immobile.

[...] I have never wanted to dwell negatively on what might have happened in terms of probabilities, and have mentioned it very briefly only—but Ruburt’s psychic initiation, and your own, represented a breakthrough of the most important kind in this life, and automatically shunted aside, for good, many other serious difficulties that otherwise could have occurred.

Some systems experience time exclusively in terms of probabilities, in which the self experiences a particular moment most thoroughly, where continuity is achieved not through a continuity of moments but a continuity of self, as it experiences all the various events that exist as probabilities for it in any given instant.

[...] [Ruburt thinks of Frederick Fell, in parenthesis.]” We agreed this data probably referred to Jane’s publisher in New York City.

[...] When I visited Dr. Colucci on January 11 he told me that about a week previously, probably on Sunday, January 2,1966, he had been unable to make the climb up the icy road leading to his home outside Elmira. [...]

[...] Any contacts on your part will probably include internal visual data. Jane will probably be able to receive me direct. [...]

[...] Your life rests secure on top of numberless probabilities, but those probabilities, though not realized by you, are not wasted. [...]

A hearty and reassuring good evening—and with probabilities as they are, within a year the large bulk of physical hassles with Ruburt will be behind him —that is, he will be navigating more or less normally, with further agility to follow.

[...] I also thought that all such predictions, whether favorable or not, depended upon probabilities, in line with the latest material we have been getting. [...]

(Seth also agreed that all such predictions are indeed based on probabilities. [...]

[...] As in all such happenings, the worst probability is considered imaginatively, and steps taken in the physical world—using much energy and inventiveness—steps that are supposed to prevent this worst probability from occurring. [...]

Often, however, in their private worlds people have their own versions of the feared probabilities, which they then run through the screens of their minds for good measure, so that they can take steps to avoid whatever catastrophe or near-catastrophe is involved.

[...] “If it was me,” I said, and I probably shouldn’t have, “I couldn’t wait to get something on what’s going on, in the hope that it would help.” [...]

[...] We’ll probably get something more on it later.” [...]

(“Probably your energy level dropped,” I said, “and that was as far or deep as you could carry the material’s expression.” [...]

[...] So Dr. Kardon’s visit was behind Robby’s suggestion that I look at my own sinful-self material, and I intuitively felt that the time was probably right. [...]

[...] I probably didn’t want to write any more. [...]

[...] To be told that you might have a brain tumor, or multiple sclerosis one week, as I was in my early days at the hospital, then be told that I would most probably never be able to put my weight on my feet again without a possible series of long operations. [...]

[...] I became angry and half disgusted, and began to realize that I would probably have to abandon the painting, since I wasn’t resolving the problems. [...]

[...] There will probably be more to say on this later. [...]

[...] He is probably more acutely aware of possibilities than I am, although I have been turning them over at a great rate lately. [...]

(10:17.) We are taking it for granted that a forgotten dream stated the probable catastrophe. This information was unconsciously processed, the probability considered and rejected: Psychologically or physically, the person was not ready to die. Others with the same knowledge found that death was the accepted probability. [...]