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(Yesterday we received from Hal Williams begonia pills for pain; he’d mentioned sending these to Jane during his visit recently. [...]

(“Do you want to say a few words about the visit this weekend?”

(Meaning the proposed visit here of Tam Mossman and Ray Van Over next Thursday.)

[...] Not very elaborate: I’d dreamed that I’d been visiting some friends, a married couple, I believe, and that they had a number of cats of their own in the place. [...]

[...] Instead of thinking you are in contact with a great philosopher or “ancient soul,” you may believe that you are instead visiting with a demon or a devil, or that you are possessed of an evil spirit.

[...] If you are American or English, or European, then when you visit other areas of the world you stay at cosmopolitan hotels. [...]

[...] Sometimes you have quite clear perceptions of your journeys, but the actual native territories that you visit are so different from your own world that you try to interpret them as best you can in the light of usual conditions. [...]

[...] In those terms (pause), your world’s reality stretches back far further than you imagine, and in those terms—you need the qualifications—your ancestors have visited other stars, as your planet has been visited by others. [...]

[...] The symbolism in your mind was connected with your visit. [...]

(Sunday, September 28, Jane and I and my mother visited Father at the county home. [...]

([Joel:] “Since Peter came home from visiting his grandfather, he has been stuttering. [...]

[...] The condition could reappear, however, when he visits the grandfather again, you see. [...]

(While she slept two women from Trumansburg visited, unannounced. [...]

(A note: I’ll have the details on tap in my collection of Time magazines — but today there took place the freeing of the American airman through the visit of the Reverend Jesse Jackson to President Assad of Syria. [...]

[...] We visited a straw market, native women weaving baskets and bags and selling them a loaf of bread. [...]

[...] [As I type this Wednesday morning, the finger looks even better.] We talked about using Dr. K’s visit tomorrow, and the improvement in the finger, as excuses to “squirm out of” Friday’s appointment with Dr. Sobel. [...]

(“Has earth been visited by alien life?”)

“It is quite possible for a dreamer to visit other planetary systems, of the past, present, or future in your terms. Such visits are usually fragmentary and spontaneous. [...]

[...] How real are the places we seem to visit while we sleep? [...]

“The locations that you visit while dreaming are as real to you then as physical locations are to you now. [...]

[...] In it we visit other levels of existence, and even gain needed skills. [...]

[...] And following those two connections, I speculated with Jane about a third: my hurting the lower left ribs about a week ago during the visit of Tom D’Orio and friends. [...]

(The pendulum told me I hurt the rib cage over my frustration at the visit of Tom and friends, although I wasn’t conscious of any such feelings. [...]

(Tam Mossman, Jane’s editor at Prentice-Hall, is to visit us tomorrow.)

(Last Saturday Jane and I visited Cec and Jim Lord, at their trailer home in Westover Hills, Pine Valley. [...]

[...] The fear of dentists has to do with an episode when he was in college, and the dentist came to visit his mother. [...]

The physical effects in Saratoga at your last trip (summer 1970) were caused by guilt, Ruburt feeling that he was so close and would not visit his mother. [...]

There were then visits from others in other planetary systems. [...]

[...] There are differences in language and culture, and it takes a certain amount of earth time to travel through space to visit them. [...]

[...] I do not mean for example that time, each moment, is a finished and done thing to be visited. [...]

(A few notes for the record: Bill Macdonnel returned to Elmira over the holidays to visit his parents. He’s visited us a couple of times. [...]

(I was quite surprised the other day when Jane told me that our two apartments were okay to her if she was a writer, but not all right for a psychic—especially one who was becoming well known and was visited by all kinds of people, etc. [...]

(Jane and I had not seen Miss Callahan since our visit of Feb. [...]

(“Would it help if we visited her?”)

A visit might help you. [...]

[...] Then Debbie Harris had visited. [...]