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[...] At the same time she was squirming uncomfortably in her chair—her seat hurt “from dragging my pants over it today all those times when I went to the bathroom.... [...] “Your notes don’t show it for last night, but I was right, but I was highly upset at that hospital experience,” she said, meaning the experience at St. Joseph’s. “Boy, I was so glad to see you and get home....” [...]

[...] That was really strange. I feel like Seth was here for five minutes, and then I was back. [...]

(Last night, for example, Jane was very restless. [...] She seemed to agree, but was quite uncomfortable. [...]

[...] For all of the hospital’s concern (very long pause), the finger was using its own healing abilities, and knew it was in no danger. [...]

[...] It was cheering news. It was also one of those occasions where I wondered why I hadn’t seen the obvious—obvious only when it was pointed out by another.... [...]

[...] She began to have a few tears as we read the prayer together before I left at 7:10; she said she cried because I was going. I told her that when I was alone at the house I often imagined her there too. If I was in the writing room, say, I think of her in her own writing room, or the kitchen or the breezeway—or even walking, doing the dishes, perhaps, or turning on the TV. [...]

[...] One of them was one of the last I’ve painted before Jane went into the hospital. [...] I was quite pleased. [...]

(The day was cold—34 degrees—with a coating of half-frozen snow on everything; it had been accumulating through the night. [...]

(This brief session was held to help deal with Jane’s recurring tooth symptoms. [...] I finally asked Jane after lunch if she could have a session regardless of whether she was bothered [as she was at the time of the session, to a lesser degree].

(I was too upset to give suggestions in the proper way after the session. [...] The last paragraph was new: she felt she couldn’t pressure Eleanor because Dick was publicizing Jane’s books. [...]

It was to be a trial period. He was thinking of relinquishing the more general symptoms (indicating the legs. [...]

(Even during the session Jane’s voice was restricted, or quiet, as if she did not want to move her jaws and lips energetically.)

Ruburt was correct. [...] His dream was a mixture of telepathy, and this legitimate telepathic message was colored by the other elements that made up the dream, and this was subconscious fantasy. [...]

The dream data was correct in its bare essentials. Your friend, Miss Callahan, said that she was going away, and that she did not really want to go away. The picture in the dream was partly subconscious guesswork with a touch of clairvoyance. [...]

It was Miss Callahan’s discovery that she needed operations on both eyes that caused this deeper decision. Miss Callahan herself was conscious of natural dismay over the projected operations. When she told Ruburt of the operations, Ruburt leapt to the conclusion that this was the meaning of the dream, and that the dream data had been incomplete.

[...] Jane was fairly dissociated, she said, except when she paused in her pacing to look out one of our living room windows. [...] It was a very cold night, and Jane was intrigued by the patterns that lingering clouds of automobile exhausts left hanging in the air. [...]

(Today, December 10, the day was warmer—35—but rainy and sort of gloomy. Jane was okay. She told me that she’d had to counter negative suggestions given to her in hydro this morning by both Lottie and Georgia, relative to new bedsores breaking out beside the sits of old ones—in other words, she was always to have bedsores. [...]

(No session was held on Friday, December 9. The day was a busy but routine one in which we did our usual things. [...]

[...] She at once noticed and said that Jane looked much better, was moving better, and was putting on weight. [...]

(For what it’s worth: Jane told me that Teresa [“help me, help me, help me,”] was much better now because someone had figured out that she was being given too much medication. [...]

Cyprus was correct, and in the terms used Sumari physicians then are aiding in Ruburt’s recovery. The information, brief as it was this morning, was also correct. [...]

The process occurring now began in a dream state, was further accelerated this morning, and further so in the relaxation just before the session. [...] This was important however for alignment, and will affect walking of course beneficially. It is also connected with what we were talking about this evening, since the initiation for this particular event was dream oriented.

Now: for Ruburt: a major tension block has begun to release itself—one that physically was largely responsible for the difficulties on the right side, and the lack of true body alignment. [...]

[...] He has made his decision to attain flexibility at all levels, and that was the most important issue.

[...] It has to do with that life and also a Danish life in which both of them were involved, and where this one’s mother was an older brother. There was great conflict between them. [...] You were poor and there was nothing else for you to do. [...] This was when you were fairly young children. [...] He finally stole from the carpentry shop, and you were blamed for what was stolen. Your word was not taken; you were disbelieved. [...]

Her mother was not the Mother Superior. Her mother was a poor young woman who lived and came from the same town that you did, thirteen miles from Dublin. [...] The child was brought up there and served in her younger years as a housekeeper doing kitchen chores and later took her vows. They were indeed enforced vows but there was no place else for her to go. [...]

[...] This was supposed to be your break, but I could not stand such a long face over here. [...] The good Father Aloysious Ian and it was not Ian Aloysious, it was Aloysious Ian. [...]

The mother was the woman who had the illegitimate child. This one (Yvette) was the child. [...]

(This was in reference to a poem Jane wrote after supper tonight, when she was low in spirits.)

It was the beginning in your case, of recovery. Telepathic communication between you and Ruburt was also involved. [...]

[...] He was afraid that his spontaneous self had been swallowed in our sessions. The emotional reaction was rather natural, since our last session touched on some deep points.

(At 8:45 tonight Jane said that Seth was going to talk about the York Beach apparitions we created at that resort in the summer of 1963, while on vacation there, in Maine. [...]

(Even though he said he was through with Mass Events for the evening, the first subject Seth touched upon now — my dream of early yesterday morning — certainly was related to statements he’d made just before break, like this one: “When you enter time and physical life, you are already aware of its conditions.” [...] I’m not claiming the dream inspired his material for tonight’s session, or that it was precognitive, in that I’d “picked up” on his subject matter for tonight, and constructed the dream around a portion of it in order to give myself that particular information. Perhaps I should have questioned Seth about such possibilities, but their implications escaped me while he was speaking and I was busy taking notes. [...]

(“Very vivid, and in color as usual: I dreamed that I was in the kitchen of our hill house in Elmira, preparing to go outside into the back yard. My mother, who died five years ago at the age of 81, was with me. She was of an indeterminate age in the dream, as I was, and I believe she was telling me what to expect out there. [...]

(“Now my grandmother was on her knees, kneeling upright in the grass. [...] He was more shadowy all through the dream, however, not nearly as substantial and real as his mother was. [...]

[...] The strange thing was that Grandmother Butts looked considerably younger than her son, my father. She was in her late 30’s or early 40’s, a beautiful woman with straight brown hair and striking blue-green eyes that had a strong magnetic quality.

I have told you that a plane was not necessarily a location in space, but a field of mental vitality. [...] I have told you that it is space, since this was the beginning of our discussions. During our earliest session I used the term space for simplicity’s part for your sakes, while still explaining most carefully that this fifth-dimensional space was far different than what you consider space to be.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. She felt much better now that the session was under way. [...]

[...] Space as a fifth dimension was however also referred to in the first session. See Volume 1, page 8. This first session material was given to us through Frank Watts, however. [...]

[...] Jane was fully dissociated—far-out as she puts it. [...] She had been going at a good pace and my writing hand was nearly cramped.

[...] The dress was worn deliberately. He was ashamed to be seen in it, and yet it serves a beneficial purpose, for his own love of his body will automatically cause it to gain weight. [...] He was afraid it would make you feel worse. [...]

The dancing was left open to some extent because it was not a daytime activity that conflicted with his other beliefs so directly.

The times that Ruburt managed rather considerable improvements even in the face of strong negative beliefs, were times when he managed to convince himself against all objective evidence that there was nothing wrong with him physically but habitual stiffness. [...] That was the summer of which we have spoken, and the conditions did not continue for the reasons given.

For some time until recently he was afraid, as mentioned, that his body could not recuperate. [...] Because he is so literal-minded this was his interpretation of it.

[...] For example, while he was convinced—and he was—that he looked more than his age, and was unattractive, then the time element made him push even harder for success. He saw himself older, and in the light of that his success was not enough.

While he was hiding much of this was relatively impossible. [...] As mentioned, coming over here (Apartment 5) meant that he was finally willing to confront his feelings about your relationship. The other apartment now, then, represents isolation, where when he was running away it represented independence.

[...] In the past the balance of success versus failure in his eyes was so tipped at the failure end that he took but a mere breather of relief, then plunged ahead again with the same desperation. [...] Hardly any of what you both have learned, was conscious then, however. [...]

[...] That was different for example than an ordinary, less charged wish for his complete recovery.

Then there was a love of detail and planning, and the ability to form in the mind complicated building plans for others to carry out. The personality was often involved then in the flowering period of civilization, when such building was usually carried on. [...]

(The session was witnessed by Emolene Frazer; she is an ESP student in Jane’s Thursday night class. [...] It was arranged for a day later so Emolene could attend.

(The room was hot so the air cooler was turned on, Adding to the possible distractions. [...]

[...] Jane was again well dissociated. The material was delivered rather rapidly throughout the session, except for the Frazer data.)

[...] Somehow, I knew the one I was concerned about was Armstrong.

[...] Aldrin was standing close by—a few feet away, & approaching and/or bending over Armstrong. Also a few feet away—5 or 6—was the ladder the 2 men had used to descend from the module.

(I was lying in bed in a sleepy drowsy state, waiting for Jane to come to bed. [...]

(Actually my concern was over some kind of accident to Armstrong after he & Aldrin had left the lunar module or landing craft—this I believe is scheduled for 2:17 AM Monday, according to [this morning’s] Sunday paper.

(10:23 P.M. “I don’t know where the hell I was tonight,” Jane said. “I might as well have been without a body, I was so far out. The only thing I could feel was that he was trying to find analogies to make clear that section about evolution. Actually, what I got was — my feeling is — that we don’t have the concepts yet for something that seems so alien to our ordinary reality. [...]

[...] Life was given, was free to develop according to its characteristic conditions. The planet was prepared, and endowed with life. [...] There was no point in which chemicals or atoms suddenly acquired life, for they always possessed consciousness, which is life’s requirement.

[...] (Long pause.) There was a day when the dreaming world, in your terms, suddenly awakened to full reality as far as physical materialization is concerned. The planet was visited by desire. [...]

(“I guess the feeling I was getting was that some part of consciousness dreamed of the earth, and visited it all the time; and then some part woke up in it and became it for a while, with whatever it needed already there….”

(I had an impulse to try to get back to my studio to get some paper and a pen; this was followed by another impulse—to forget about notes for a change, even though Jane was obviously about ready to give a session. [...] Jane began dictation in a rather strong voice that was pitched somewhat lower than normal, and maintained it for the whole of the session. [...] After a while one tended to forget that her eyes were closed, since there was no evidence of confusion on her part. [...]

[...] Even though I reminded her that she was the prime mover in the sessions, she still expressed the wish to “see something” that would “prove” to her that the material was legitimate. We both remembered of course that long ago Seth had said in no uncertain terms that he was not in favor of demonstrations for demonstrations’ sake, and that he would not perform on call.

(I did not think to note the time the session ended, but certainly it was within half an hour. Jane said Seth knocked her out quickly, and that it was her deepest trance except for the self-induced one of January 10, 1964. [...] Yet as usual she could hear herself speaking, although she could not follow the sense of what she was saying, nor did she try to.

[...] My legs felt as though the bed was bent downward beneath them. Then chest felt quite strongly as though it was scooped out on the left side. This was very definite. [...]

My own imperfect recollection following Tam’s request that I look for it was that Seth, Dreams … was an unfinished collection of records, ideas, and chapters that Jane had struggled with for several years, without selling it. Instead, what I found in a box in the basement was, to my amazement, a completed manuscript — a full book ready to go, one as fresh as it had ever been, and my wife had struggled with it. What emerged as Laurel Davies and I searched Jane’s and my records, including early Seth sessions, was a long story of our doubts and gropings in an area in which we had no guidance except for our own explorations. Seth, Dreams … was rejected by three major publishers while Jane worked on it during 1966-67. She was still an unknown in the field; by mid-1966 she’d had only one small psychic book, How to Develop Your ESP Power, published. Our subject of interest itself was largely denied validity by the social, psychological, and scientific establishments. [...] I’m still astonished when I think of what Jane was to accomplish in the next few years.

[...] It was a gorgeous summer day. Jane was much younger than she’d been when she died at the age of fifty-five. [...] We relaxed upon a large, sloping, very green lawn beside a brick hospital building that was several stories high. [...] Caught in one shutter was a filmy pink garment like a negligee, fluttering in the breeze. Curiously, Jane and I stared up at the house perched so incongruously there, and we talked about trying to get up into it to see what it was like inside.

[...] I was leery of responding too openly to her advances, though, since I didn’t know what her commitment was. A beautiful arching stone bridge was to my right as we talked and hugged. The lawn extending underneath the bridge was an extremely rich green — glowing and pulsing as though it was alive.

The night was so warm that I unzipped the bag all the way down to my feet. In the half-dark I spoke aloud to my wife, telling her that I wished she was with me. [...] The woods come down over the crest of the hill in back of the house, to the north, and with a sound like an ocean tide the wind was racing through their treetops, plunging south past the house and into the valley. [...] The whole scene was one of change and energy and mystery.

[...] Jane might have had subconscious knowledge that the card was lost. She was well aware that she was giving data concerning this card. [...]

The one impression of which Ruburt was aware was a greeting card—quite legitimate, but it was meant only to lead him further.

(The regularly scheduled session due Wednesday, August 10, was not held because Jane was indisposed.

[...] It was not used in the envelope. The card was mailed to Jane and me by my mother from Tunkhannock, PA, on August 11,1966. [...]

[...] Jane said this stems from the last time she personally saw Marjorie; this was perhaps five weeks ago when Jane was job hunting; this activity of Jane crops up later in the data also. [...] Marjorie told Jane to help herself because she was not too familiar with the location of all the stock.

He then mentioned your name when an opportunity for you was presented. [...] You wanted to see if you could find work that was not dependent upon this locality. [...]

[...] The dream was loaded with psychic energy, and literally produced reality. [...] This was not the same dream however.

[...] Wendell Crowley is a boyhood friend of Ward’s, and also an old friend of mine; he was my editor in New York City for some years after World War II. I was working with him in the early 1950’s. Also, see Session 290.

(I thought my head was a little better, following Seth’s suggestion; but the difference was slight and I hoped for more improvement. It was a relief not to be sneezing however. [...] I expressed concern because Jane was interested in receiving all the material on dreams that she could get. [...]

(The session was held in our small back room. The window was closed, for my hay fever bothered me most of the day. [...] Her voice was quiet. [...]

(It was 10:06. [...] Actually she gave no sign that she was aware of the envelope. I chose this method of introducing the envelope into Jane’s awareness to see if it would halt or interfere with the material of the moment, and was pleased to see that it did not. [...]

(Once again the test data was interesting. This was the first time, also, that Seth had separated his own data from that of Ruburt’s, or Jane’s. Refer to my tracing of the photograph on page 242. [...]