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(Making my feelings plain, I thought, without saying much actually, I left the garage and walked down to tell Jane, who by now had left the gallery and was waiting for me outside. I had time during the walk to give some thought to using positive expectation, but had not calmed down enough to try it effectively. [...]

(Walking down to the garage at the appointed time, I saw the car still up on the lift. [...]

(We ate quietly and slowly, then walked back up to the garage. [...]

[...] She was great for reading tea leaves now and then, and I used to think how strange it was that she could do that yet couldn’t walk. She told me that sometime she walked in the night, and that some night she’d turn on the gas jets and kill us both. [...]

[...] He need not take a walk every day for example, but on faith perform some kind of physical activity that he would if he were physically satisfactory. [...]

[...] There are no steps shown on the object, but the brick walk is in perspective, and rises perhaps at a 20-degree angle from left to right. The separate bricks in the walk, which are not cemented together incidentally, could perhaps have led to the use of stairs or steps.

(Jane’s gesture, incidentally, was a smoothly rising one, as the brick walk smoothly rises on the object. [...]

[...] The walk is in front of the trailer the Wilburs inhabit in a nearby small town.

[...] Since the brick walk in the photo was photographed in perspective, there is a graduation in the size of the bricks. [...]

(While walking downtown this afternoon Jane received several messages from Seth.)

(Another smile.) This is something like the fox he read of, who to get rid of fleas carries something like a ball of wool in his mouth and walks into the water, forcing the lice out further and further. [...]

[...] Added is either a short walk per day, or going out with you. [...]

[...] It would help you if before bed you imagine your mind like an ocean upon which you could walk. [...] Then imagine yourself walking on the water, listening with your inner ear and using inner eyes. [...]

Now, you may take a break, eat lunch, listen to records, walk upon waters...

(Jane has had several vivid dreams since we held the last session; they’ve been of the type described in recent private sessions—combinations of nightmarish events and characters, along with flashes of insight into the causes for the symptoms, and visions of herself walking normally, etc. [...]

[...] I don’t understand why he can’t walk inside his own house, at least, where it’s safe. [...]

[...] I’m not asking for a perfect performance, and I couldn’t deliver one myself, but it’s extreme behavior on his part when he can’t walk across the goddam room—”)

(“But I don’t think asking him to be able to walk is a standard demand,” I said. [...]

[...] When you want to walk across the room, the body must not only operate using hindsight and “prediction” as far as its own behavior is concerned, but it must take into consideration the predictive activity of all of the other elements in that room.

[...] “You” are the one who decides to walk across the floor, and then all of these inner calculations take place to help you achieve your goal. [...]

[...] Tonight, using the typing table as a “walker,” she walked the fastest yet during her exercise period with it. [...]

(9:27.) Ruburt has had many excellent signs, particularly in his bathroom behavior, this week—as old patterns of posture were broken, and new methods of walking and so forth were tried out. [...]

[...] In that case he would walk more evenly, the body resting in a still inferior but dependable stance. [...]

[...] She now took a rather long pause, walking over to a window and looking out before resuming delivery. [...]

He should take a half-hour’s brisk walk. [...]

The suggestions given herein, that the mentioned personality live alone, work apart from the family, walk briskly a half-hour a day, strike a balance between altruistically helping others and quietly opposing their ideas through expression when he does not agree, are very important.

[...] I am more alive than many who walk the face of your planet now. [...]

[...] There are walks [warps?] in space and time through which you can travel—and in dreams you have been where I am. [...]

[...] Her walking is still better than it was. [...]

Now: Had Ruburt gone to a doctor or a faith healer when we began our last group of sessions, and then in a matter of a week or so found himself able again to walk with his [typing] table across the kitchen floor, some thirteen or fourteen steps perhaps, where before three were his uncomfortable limit, he might have attributed the improvement to a doctor’s treatment or to a faith healer’s ability — but he would have been impressed. [...]

(Jane went for a walk by herself after supper tonight, and got mad at herself because she was so slow. [...]

(I remembered making the remarks, but hadn’t realized her reactions to them, although I had noticed her increased impairment walking. [...]

You could (underlined twice) walk into “yesterday” as well as tomorrow at that point of birth — if you could walk — and indeed your perception brings you events both in and out of time sequence. [...]

[...] It is the body’s own precognitions¹⁰ that allows the child to develop, to speak and walk and grow.

[...] The child learning to walk may fall and hurt itself, yet it does learn. [...]

(12:30 AM.) Since you are talking to Ruburt from your outside, and telling him what to do, when you are not personally saddled in the same way that he is, then how often have you ever reassured him that he could indeed walk properly, get up easily, or joyfully tried to reinforce his confidence?

[...] Even in winter time I will suggest he take walks, and these should be for pure enjoyment. Hammering at his subconscious as he does on his few walks negates their purpose. [...]

Because of his rather intense mental work, I would suggest walks and other physical activities. [...]

[...] After Stuart finally left, to stay at the YMCA, she walked in the kitchen, better than I’d seen her do in some time. [...]

[...] Yet he’d walked the two miles and more to our house from the YMCA, I thought ironically. [...]

[...] Your point was a good one—the young man walked a good way—the energy was there to sustain him even over his delusions. [...]

It is a good idea for now not to concentrate upon that leg, or what it must do eventually in order for walking to take place. It might help if now and then he imagines his walking taking place as easily and naturally as his thoughts come and go, and in ways as mysterious as the way his vision operates, when it is suddenly clearer, and he reads so much more quickly — for the quick reading will soon be the norm.