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(12:02 AM.) A personal note before we close. Strong creative health-giving elements are surfacing. Ruburt was on the verge of realizing his freedom this evening in many areas beside the physical, and the strong therapeutic process is at work.

The image therefore of yourself standing with the knowledge of the unspoken, the unexpressed, on the verge of new expression. The painting on the verge then of coming alive.

(I had trouble getting the above information from Jane after lunch, because she seemed on the verge of dozing off several times. [...]

(The session, Jane said, verged often on the unpleasant, as if Blanche had to go through her own last memories first in order to make contact, and we wondered whether a survival personality would want to do this very often. [...]

He is on the verge of realizing that they were all one all the time.

[...] They had interrupted her train of impressions, in which she was casting about freely, and she had felt she was on the verge of a projection that could have been most instructive. [...]

[...] She believes she is on the verge of being able to travel from her physical body, and is getting used to the idea very gradually. [...]

[...] Jane appeared to be on the verge of falling asleep.

[...] We’re told again and again that technically we’re on the verge of producing artificial versions of many bodily parts, as well as microcomputers that will be implanted within the body to regulate its performance; these advances, plus our “conquering” of disease, pain, and suffering, plus genetic engineering, will soon make it possible for human beings to live indefinitely. [...]

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[...] A couple of times I was on the verge of asking Seth to be careful, but the voice quieted each time by itself.

[...] She coughed again and again; her voice had become very hoarse since break so much so that a few minutes ago I’d been on the verge of asking her to end the session. [...]

[...] “Well, no; but a couple of times I felt that I was right on the verge of accomplishing more with it, but I couldn’t quite bridge the gap to bring it about. [...]

[...] Finally, early in December 1981 I told Jane I was on the verge of refusing to sit with her for any sessions at all, regular or private, for I’d become deeply afraid that the more sessions she held the worse she’d get. [...]