[...] It would be hardly a coincidence, I added, that the mass events at Jonestown and Three Mile Island took place within less than six months of each other, and that they represented the two poles, or extremes, of mankind’s present main belief systems: religion and science.

[...] It will help you financially also, after the period of six months approximately; but this is a good approximation. [...]

[...] My astral body was in the same approximate position, perhaps six inches above. [...]

[...] This has happened in Sue’s case five or six times.

An indication here of the possibility of an automobile accident for one of the men within a six-month period. [...]

[...] An incident with candy bars as a child, of approximately 6, or in grade six. [...]

His classes will continue well, and within six months they will be completely filled, which will substantially aid your regular income. [...]

(A few notes, added later: Six months were to pass before we learned the rest of the title for Seth’s book. [...]

[...] “Now I don’t know what to do — I could go to bed or continue the session for hours. …” She’d spent most of her day writing lyrics for rock music — for reasons not necessary to go into here — and now that activity reminded her of a poem she’d written in May 1963, well over six months before she began speaking for Seth. [...]

[...] The contaminated water, some 600,000 gallons of it, floods the building’s basement in a pool at least six feet deep.

I have given, I would say, five or six sessions at a minimum on the importance of touch or lovemaking, its importance as natural expression, as a creative act—and this apart from its physical benefits, release of tensions, and spiritual enrichment.

[...] This took over six thousand words — and even while typing she found herself reliving portions of the experience to some moderate degree….

In your time, medical men, again with great superiority, look at primitive cultures and harshly judge the villagers they think are held in the sway of witch doctors or voodooism; and yet through advertisement and organization, your doctors impress upon each individual in your culture that you must have a physical examination every six months or you will get cancer; that you must have medical insurance because you will become ill.

(First, after holding session 805 we took a six-week break from sessions of any kind. [...]

[...] Six. [...]

(We’re still working with the pendulum six days a week. [...]

[...] That material, with Sue’s notes, will go into The “Unknown” Reality, possibly in the notes for the 738th session in Section Six.

[...] Jane was really charged up from the day’s events: She’d received the first six copies of her poetry book Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time, which was just off the press at Prentice-Hall, and during break we discussed that book.

Jane, then, wrote those two poems 16 days before she dictated the last session for Seth’s The Nature of the Psyche on April 4, 1977; one month before she began dictating Mass Events on April 18, 1977; two years and two months before she began God of Jane on May 6, 1979; two years and six months before she began dictating the Preface for Dreams on September 25, 1979; two years and eight months before she came up with the idea for If We Live Again on November 15, 1979; three years and five months before she began dictating Seth’s material on the magical approach to reality in Dreams on August 6, 1980; four years before she began dictating Seth’s sinful-self material in that book on March 11, 1981; four years and three months before she began coming through with her own sinful-self information on June 17, 1981; and four years and five months before, on August 26, 1981, she wrote the poem in Note 6 for Session 936 of Dreams: “Something in me / ebbs and tides, / as if I let myself / for a while / be washed away / out to sea / while leaving / some spidery shell / upon the shore /….”

[...] Last night, we had reminders that a natural rhythmic cycle was completing itself six months later: As we retired I thought I heard the barking of geese migrating north, although Jane didn’t. I woke up around four a.m., though, and heard a flight clearly in the silent hour. [...]