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Results 821 to 840 of 1068 for stemmed:right
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TPS2 Deleted Session August 27, 1973
kiss
redecorating
hug
spontaneity
love
– The Personal Sessions: Book 2 of The Deleted Seth Material
– © 2016 Laurel Davies-Butts
– Deleted Session August 27, 1973 9:00 PM Monday
[...]
He felt that his obvious femininity was almost a threat to both of your works, that he had no right to look sexy and tempt you both when spontaneous love play, for example, would not occur.
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ECS4 ESP Class Session, May 25, 1971
Ron
Brady
evil
pope
Theodore
– The Early Class Sessions: Book 4 Sessions 5/25/71 to 1/25/72
– © 2010 Laurel Davies-Butts
– ESP Class Session, May 25, 1971 Tuesday
([Ron:] “I don’t necessarily deal with physical entities the same way I’m dealing with you right now.”)
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UR1 Section 3: Session 700 May 29, 1974
science
chaos
Wonderworks
art
scientist
– The "Unknown" Reality: Volume One
– © 2012 Laurel Davies-Butts
– Section 3: The Private Probable Man, The Private Probable Woman, The Species in Probabilities, And Blueprints for Realities
– Session 700: The True Dream-Art Scientist
– Session 700 May 29, 1974 9:28 P.M. Wednesday
[...]
“It’s sure funny: I can feel a whole lot more right there now, waiting to be given — but before the session, nothing.
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TSM Chapter Ten
doorway
Bill
Mark
apparition
sketch
– The Seth Material
– © 2011 Laurel Davies-Butts
– Chapter Ten: The Nature of Physical Reality
From my writing table at the right of the entrance to our bathroom, I could easily look at Bill as he sat in our Kennedy rocker, facing the bathroom entrance itself.
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TES3 Session 93 September 30, 1964
tub
Larry
leaked
pajamas
theatre
– The Early Sessions: Book 3 of The Seth Material
– © 2013 Laurel Davies-Butts
– Session 93 September 30, 1964 9 PM Wednesday as Scheduled
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When he looks to the right you say “This is my conscious self.”
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The next I knew, Larry was very angry with me; he stood right beside me and towered over me, yelling something about me being some kind of nut or dope, and that I needed a good punch.