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Although you did not really agree, you leaped in to help him; as you jumped off the roof to go to his aid, you found that he had fallen farther than you thought over the edge of the cliff, and was hanging on. This represented further debt that he has taken on. He had fallen further in debt.

(Then I was looking at Bill, off to my left. He was too close to the edge of the porch roof. I hollered at him to be careful. Even as I did he slipped, landed on his backside, then tumbled over the edge as he scrambled for his balance. I heard him hit the ground with such force that I was very afraid he had broken a limb. I then looked over the edge of the roof, and to my great agitation I saw that Dick had not only fallen off the roof and hit the ground hard, but that now he had slipped over the edge of a steep cliff beside the porch, and was saving himself only by grasping a skinny little shrub that was in the process of loosening in the frozen ground. At the same time, Bill looked up at me and I thought he was smiling; or at least he didn’t appear to be worried.

In the first dream you see your younger brother slipping on an icy roof and falling. You go to his aid; discovering that you can manipulate better than you thought, you jump off the roof only to discover that your brother had also fallen over the edge of the cliff and was hanging on until you could get to him.

[...] I found to my great concern that Jane had fallen from her chair in the doorway of the bathroom. [...]

The career would have fallen into conventional pattern for money’s sake. Your understanding, stretched somewhat by earlier ideas, would have fallen backward, so that you ever strained against it. [...]

He might have died of heart trouble by the age of 40, for literally his heart would have been broken, and communication between the two of you would have quite fallen away. [...]

[...] You have again fallen into the habit, negatively, of considering your achievements in other areas as insignificant—(louder:) in light of Ruburt’s condition as if they caused his condition. [...]

[...] Last night they’d fallen out as she lay on her side, she said. [...]

[...] He needed the rest from it, and had he gritted his teeth and plunged back into it, he could have fallen into old frameworks—but following his inclinations, as I told him, he avoided that, and when he begins it again it will be with the relaxed attitudes that his dreams and his newer understanding are teaching him.

[...] And in spite of those good results, once again I wondered: What did you have to do to even get back to the perch from which you’d recently fallen?)

[...] So far, then, events have fallen into line with Seth’s material yesterday—about the probable lack of a lawsuit, an early resolving of the insurance question, and with Jane’s own feelings about same, at the end of yesterday’s session. [...]

[...] They moved leisurely across Holley Road into our own driveway, nibbling at fallen sumac leaves and the bushes. [...]

(Jane lay so quietly, eyes closed, head tipping toward her left on her pillow, mouth open, that I thought she’d fallen asleep.)

(“The mountains have fallen fathoms into the sea, and still I am I,” wrote Jane in a poem when she’d been quite young.

[...] Each of you may put the following in your own terms, but often it may seem as if your conscience tells you that you have “fallen out of grace,” and that some inner, mysterious, joyous sense of support no longer sustains you. [...]

[...] The house had long since fallen quiet — a somewhat unusual situation these days, it seemed. [...]

[...] not yet fallen. [...]

[...] Donna came in to take Jane’s temp: 98.8. I didn’t tell Jane, but a couple of times I’d actually fallen asleep for very brief periods while Seth spoke — something I’d never done before. [...]

[...] At least some rain had fallen last night. [...]

(9:10.) In those annals there is legend after legend, tale after tale, history after history describing civilizations that have come and gone, kings risen and fallen, and those stories have always represented cultures (spelled) of the psyche, and described various approaches used by man’s psyche as it explored its intersection with earthly experience. [...]

[...] I had to shovel the driveway — about four inches of snow — since snow had fallen most of the day, and I didn’t want a mess out there today. [...]

(“How many times have the continents on earth risen and fallen?”)

[...] The various god concepts that have fallen by the wayside, so to speak, represent areas of development that were not chosen, in your terms, but they are still latent. [...]

[...] Her arms had fallen heavily over the arms of the rocker before the session ended. [...]

[...] They were very effective—so much so that I could have easily fallen asleep; the relaxation I achieved reminded me of the chiropractic treatments I’d had years ago, or of the self-hypnosis effects I used to get any time I had a dental appointment. [...]