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(The time passed before we could realize it. I had many things to say that I left unspoken. Among them was a reminder to Jane that each evening as I lay in bed I send her healing energy and my prayers for her deep recovery. I still use the visionary technique I came up with when these sessions started: I envision a large sponge with which I go over her entire body, every inch of it, and soak up all the stiffness and pain and immobility. Then I squeeze out all those things as I hold the sponge out a window; the afflictions soak into the ground where they’re transformed into positive energy and attributes.

Now, to resume: Your idea of using the sponges is an excellent one, and for now have Ruburt use that same imagery once a day for a starter. [...]

(The sponge exercise is described at the end of yesterday’s session; I’m pleased that Seth thinks it of value. [...]

(Jane kept complaining that her right middle ribs were bothering her this afternoon—so much so that I finally wedged a sponge under her rib cage. [...]

[...] The sponge I place between her legs when she’s on her back keeps slipping loose.

(When I got to 330 Jane was lying on her left side with a pillow under her left leg, as well as the sponge between her knees. [...]

[...] Because he is sensitive to various elements, he also soaks up atmosphere and suggestions like a sponge, and he has not learned to protect himself.

[...] I can tell this is so by the extra room I now have to insert a sponge between her calf and thigh, to give her some support there when she’s on her back. [...]

First of all, the unconscious is not a sponge, indiscriminately accepting material regardless of the considerations of your conscious self. [...]

[...] He was a sponge trader and made an impression on us.”)

[...] Turning her back on her back went much more easily this noon; she’s also dispensed with the pillow between her legs, and using a doughnut sponge we used to use before the leg break. [...]

Some automatically soak up the hatred of others like a sponge. [...]

The child is not born a sponge, however, empty but ready to soak up knowledge. [...]

[...] He looked supercool in his cut-off denim shorts; his long hair curled into natural corkscrews, his light durable frame seeming to luxuriate in the heat while my light durable frame turned into a sponge that added ten pounds of fatigue.

[...] He picked up your joint fears like a sponge, and was highly frightened because of his own fear.

[...] He becomes a sponge for numberless such attitudes, only to him they become critically immediate. [...]

[...] The nurse, Joyce, who was head of the treatment for decubiti at the hospital spent a lot of time going over the proper treatment with us, and gave us a quantity of sterile water, Silvadene, sponges, saline solution, etc. [...]

He is now soaking up energy, so to speak, within his physical system as a sponge soaks up water. [...]

[...] A gobbler of ideas, of emotions, of atmosphere, in some ways a veritable sponge soaking up whatever he can, but he has learned discipline and he is learning a certain amount of patience, which is difficult for him.

[...] As December came she stopped getting into the shower because of the trouble she had maneuvering in the bathroom, so I began helping her take sponge baths instead. [...]