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[...] I was dancing with middle-aged man who had some limp or such. [...]

On the other hand, areas of ordinary behavior that may have seemed opaque before, cloudy or dark — personal characteristic behavior that was not understood, for instance — may suddenly become quite clear as a result of this transformation, in which the shadowy aspects of the unconscious are perceived as brilliant.

[...] The next second it was on her neck. [...]

[...] I answered it, then Jane took over when she was out of trance; for five minutes or so she talked to a woman who lived a couple of hours away and wanted to come to ESP class.)

[...] “Well, it was a good trance,” Jane laughed, “in spite of bugs and phones.” [...]

(A note by R.F.B.: Seth was often pretty outspoken in Mass Events when he discussed our medical beliefs and practices, and the unfortunate results they sometimes bring about. [...]

How wise I was

Elements in your lives were seen as negative simply because Ruburt was not sure of himself. [...] He was not sure enough of his new world, still enough a part of the old one so that he saw his life and abilities often through the eyes of the “old world inhabitants”—the others who might scorn him, or set him up for ridicule.

[...] When you look at the great world picture before you in space and time, look at it as you would a multidimensional worldscape, painted by some artist who was all of the great masters in one; and behind the scenes of destruction and conflict, feel the great energy that in itself denies the destruction that is in that case so cleverly depicted.

[...] You can be surrounded by some noise (as Seth, Jane pointed to the ceiling; someone was moving into the apartment above us) or traffic, and feel its great synthesis with the vitality of life, and it can be conducive to peace. [...]

[...] There was no greeting.)

[...] Note that no break was announced, as is often the case when Seth’s larger personality or entity speaks. [...]

[...] Again without announcement the high formal voice abruptly stopped, and this was the end of the session. [...]

In a fashion this would indeed represent a very desirable arrangement over a period of years, one that Ruburt could take advantage of, one that could serve you by also presenting you with a different framework through which to view your painting and visual world, one in which the idea of water as motion was always present. [...]

(The session subject matter was quite unexpected by me, though Jane had had plenty of intimations beforehand, it developed, without telling me. [...]

(Of course, I was nonplussed, thinking at once of the extra work involved in first purchasing, then second running a second establishment, when it seems that I barely manage to find the time to do what I’m doing now. [...]

[...] Many of their techniques were adopted for their psychological shock value, in which the patient was quite effectively “brainwashed” out of the disease he believed that he had.

[...] Now sometimes a healer or a doctor, with his effectiveness in healing a condition, will show you by inference that the healing energy was always within yourself, and this realization may be enough to allow you to change your beliefs about health entirely.

In such a case you will realize that your previous ill health was caused by your belief. [...]

[...] It was snowing. Your mother was roasting a turkey. [...]

[...] That was a transitional chapter. [...]

[...] This was a very interesting idea, aside from being a comforting one. [...]

(The evening was very warm and humid. [...] She’s experienced many physical sensations and changes in her body—and I could tell that it was responding very well to her constantly improving attitudes. [...]

[...] Bill thinks he remembers noticing a woman he thought was Cuban, with a baby.”)

[...] There was a thatched hut near, but don’t know about 11 or a sign.”

(The session was late in starting because we went to the tax office after supper this evening. [...]

[...] She was extremely relaxed. [...]

[...] When I referred to your personal bank of symbols, I meant to specify that this bank was yours from the day of your birth and before. [...]

(A note by R.F.B.: This is the first verse of a long poem Jane wrote late in July 1979, as Seth was finishing his work on Mass Events. [...]

(12:05 AM.) Ruburt was correct in his deductions about his own situation. [...]

[...] Genius was seen as a mistake of chromosomes, or the fortunate result of a man’s hatred for his father. The meaning of life was reduced to the accidental nature of genes. Science thought in terms of averages and statistics, and each person was supposed to fit within those realms.

[...] Before the session I knew he was going into schizophrenia and so forth, but he went past those inklings….” [...]

[...] This was as a result of my question. [...]

[...] She took Darvoset this morning and again this afternoon when I was there.)

(4:16 p.m. As I was leaving for the day Jane asked me what I thought of the sessions. [...]

(Jane was interrupted twice during her delivery. [...]

(I shouldn’t have been surprised last evening to hear Seth say that such an impetus had triggered Jane’s Sumari abilities, for today, when I reread the 598th session for November 24, 1971, I was reminded that he’d said the same thing then. [...]

[...] Her parents had divorced when she was two years old, and since her mother did not remarry Jane grew up without a father.² Jane and “Del” met again, briefly, when she became 21 years old in 1950. [...]