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(No session was held last Wednesday night because Jane and I were so busy checking the copyedited manuscript for James. I had the book wrapped for mailing today, but I didn’t leave the house. A massive snowstorm had developed by noon. It was raging stronger than ever as we sat for the session at 9:15; drifts were piled several feet high against the northern side of the house, and against our new screened-in back porch facing the west. Now the forecasts were for the storm to continue through the night.

(“It would be really frustrating, waiting, except that everything seems so timeless,” Jane said as we continued to sit. “Do you feel that way?” I did. The warm living room with its soft lights, and the storm outside, seemed to have persisted forever. Our house on the hill is so well-insulated that we heard the weather’s assaults as though from a great distance, except for an occasional sharp clatter from one of the metal window awnings as its slats vibrated in a blast of icy wind. Then finally:)

You have a storm. Weathermen speak of local conditions and merging air currents — but my journeys are in a realm where consciousnesses merge. I do not know if I have specifically mentioned it, but you should understand my constant state of growth, expansion, and development. Recall Ruburt’s episodes with the [psychic] library.¹ Those are examples of far lesser versions of my activities, and yet in those terms, and using an analogy, I travel to many great universities of the mind.