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(Also, I took exception to some statements made in the session this evening particularly that we concentrated too much upon the physical problems—granted that we created the problems, I could not understand how we were not supposed to pay any attention to the difficulties Jane had walking, etc, There was much more, and it’s not necessary to detail it all here.

(“What happened a couple of months ago that touched off this current set of problems through his knees, so that he has trouble walking?”)

[...] That is, you do not necessarily have to walk a short distance in order to see what is in the particular space involved.

[...] He need not walk that distance in order to know what is there since he can see everything between himself and the tree, at least as far as large objects are concerned. [...]

[...] A coincidence — a mere trick of fate that Joseph could be walking through the old man’s home,² and that Mr. Markle would be spending his last time in a nursing home, as had Joseph’s mother — meaningless but evocative that this house was for sale, and that the old man was insisting upon a price higher than the house is worth, just as Joseph’s mother insisted upon a high price for her own home, and determined to get it.³ Period. [...]

The place in question is located within a few blocks of the neighborhood to which my family moved in 1931, as described in Note 1. Since it sits on one of the main streets of Sayre, at a busy corner, I know that I must have passed by it many times in subsequent years; yet I’d never noticed the house as an individual entity until Jane and I walked up to its front door with the Johnsons. [...]

(A note: While taking my usual walk on Crestwood Avenue at about 10 PM last night, I saw a herd of eight deer cross the street; they moved into a small patch of woods that I judged to be just below Stamps’ house on Pinnacle; if they continued on that course they might have ended up crossing Pinnacle right by our own house. [...]

[...] Susie visited us—walking without crutches. [...]

[...] How blessed, bodies, leaping alive from the microscopic molecules that combine to walk down the autumn streets; assemble to form the sweet senses’ discrimination that perceives, for a time, the precise joy and unity of even one passing afternoon. [...]

[...] As far as his condition is concerned, its most pivotal aspects are being dealt with: the mechanics of walking and motion. [...]

[...] As Bill Gallagher walked down the hall away from us upon departing, I saw that he wore a long black coat with I believe a hood upon it—a garment quite like that he wore in the vision, and one I possessed no special knowledge of in his wardrobe.

[...] All of Ruburt’s improvements, however, spring directly from the fact that he is freeing his desire to walk, stating it in Framework 2, where it is being brought to pass.

[...] No one will say that he is the most dominant, or accuse him of this if he so obviously needs your assistance, walks behind you. [...]

[...] Yet I went for a walk after supper. [...]

[...] Walking also helps.

[...] Yet Jane reported more walking changes today; we thought they were good changes, so eventually we sat for the session. [...]

[...] He can stand up and hold on to something, and exercise them, even if he has had to have chairs about while walking from place to place. [...]

[...] It’s as though my dream self can handle only so much at once, and the stuff heaps up, and I get up and walk to the kitchen. [...]

“As I walk into the kitchen the head of my dream self fills with vivid scenes, like other dreams, interpretations of each cell of this new awareness. [...]

(Frank had an idea about placing one of our old chairs on rollers so Jane could be wheeled right beside the john to slide over onto it while she was having walking difficulties. [...]

What so many want is a god who walks down the street and says “Happy Sunday, I am I, follow Me.” [...]

[...] What so many want is a God who walks down the street and says, “Happy Sunday, I am I, follow me.” [...]

[...] You may find yourself looking at the toe more frequently than usual, and you may also find yourself picking out from the populace anyone who is not walking properly. [...]

[...] She’s kept up her walking daily—six times each day—and also exercises twice a day on the bed. [...]

[...] She gave up walking with the aid of her typing table on November 16, according to my notes for the private session of that date.

Even though she wasn’t walking, Jane continued taking her steps between her office chair and the living-room couch, from which she was giving most of her sessions those days. [...]

[...] Even the fact that by January 26 my wife hadn’t walked with her typing table for ten weeks played its part. [...]

Jane, again, dreamed often of walking, running, dancing, moving normally. [...]

[...] Carrying an empty waste basket, I walked out to the kitchen from my studio. [...]

[...] This time I walked into the living room. [...]