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(But July 17, Thursday, he was with an associate who did have an accident. He and his boss, Cove Hoover, were driving home from a yearly outing for newspaper staff on Seneca Lake; Bill driving. They were worried about Art Kendall who was in no shape to drive, so they followed Kendall’s car out of Watkins Glen. Kendall leaves main road and takes a country road that parallels Route 14 from Watkins Glen to Horseheads—he guns car. Bill is afraid to drive too fast—as road is full of curves, so Kendall’s car speeds out of sight. On a hunch Bill turns off on Chambers Road, Horseheads. There is a heavy low fog. They find Kendall’s car finally in a ditch. It had swirled around in road and landed there. Bill said that he probably would have been involved if he continued speeding after Kendall’s car to catch him. Kendall wasn’t hurt though. [Rob: Please see a NY-state road map.]

5. Gardner Road mentioned—no, incident on Chambers Road, however, this is in same area: both in Horseheads [?] [Rob: Watkins Glen north, Elmira south.]

(On Friday, July 18, Bill Gallagher tells us he had a cluster of fairly close near-accident situations since Monday—one involving two boys on bicycles—he stopped about 20 yards from them—but he was going 55 at the foot of Mount Zoar Hill on Holden Road.

[...] Imagine a road and yourself upon it. Now I will want you shortly to imagine other such lines or roads, so pick an image for yourself, that you can use. See yourself clearly on this line or road or path. [...]

Now imagine another adjacent road or line parallel and still further away from your normal consciousness. Now pause to feel the difference in your consciousness as you move from one line or road to another. [...]

[...] If you can, imaginatively look behind you to see these other four roads or paths that run adjacently and parallel. Now turn, step back to the previous road or path to A-IV. [...]

[...] Use again the analogy of a road. Other dimensional personalities realize that they are perfectly free to leave the road, and that much more exists on all sides.

In your theory of time however you believe yourselves bound to the road, do not realize that you have made it, and are unable to perceive other realities. [...] Since you are learning and can only handle so many perceptions, you have forgotten that you have created the road. [...]

[...] In nontime there is full recognition and sometimes use of time systems, but the personality realizes that it dwells in nontime, and it forms a time schedule or system to get where it wants to go in the same way that you would make a road or path. [...]

[...] The road showed up white. [...] She thought the statue might have been on an “island” in the center of the road. She could follow the road around the curves, etc., and saw it in correct perspective as it went up the hill.

[...] While talking about the road going up the hill she saw it pretty well, she said, as though she were more there than here. However she was still aware that she sat in a rocking chair; she wasn’t floating along the road in Nassau, fully separated from her physical body.

[...] Now I believe our friends stay somewhat further up this same road, for the night. [...]

[...] It might be added that the letter referred to above was one received from the regional office of the Veterans Administration, in N.Y.C.: The letter characterized the dirt road leading up to the property as a “trail,” and stated the request for a loan was denied unless the veteran, meaning myself, could be assured that the road would be maintained by either city or county at no additional expense to the veteran. This could not be done, since at this time the road is classed as private, and must be maintained by whoever lives on the property.)

The rather slap-happy, haphazard attitude of the other residents on that road is actually more effective in maintaining it, since they do not dwell upon its disadvantages but simply and purely expect the road to be passable.

[...] Your energy focused on the property, constructed the property into the state where the road disintegrated into a trail.

Eastern Roads.

[...] The words Eastern and Roads were received twice. [...]

(“Where is Eastern Roads?”)

(“The kid—the two boys or young men, seemed to be headed in the direction of Bob Kinner’s old coffeehouse that we went to ...a farmhouse on the left, and a curve, the road curves to the right.

(“There are two roads that run parallel,” [pause at 9:29] “for a little way, then one crosses the other. [...]

[...] 1701 Gardner Road.”

[...] I dreamed I was jogging along a country road beside the Chemung River on the way toward Sayre. The road was similar to the old river road we used to drive. [...]

[...] And hold that feeling of exaltation and experience, hold it and remember it to the end of your days, and know that within you there is the road to travel whenever you will; the road to selfknowledge and to understanding. [...]

[...] I want you to travel further than you have gone before, to open up yourself with greater freedom and joy to other forms of consciousness that are your own; to other roads that exist for you, to other kinds of knowledge that you either may or may not be able to verbalize. [...]

(“A long narrow road.” [...] Dr. Colucci, as stated, lives atop a hill climbed by a long narrow road. [...] Dr. Colucci had trouble climbing the road to his home, and we had trouble climbing the road to the Gallagher home.

A long narrow road. [...]

[...] When I visited Dr. Colucci on January 11 he told me that about a week previously, probably on Sunday, January 2,1966, he had been unable to make the climb up the icy road leading to his home outside Elmira. [...]

A SET ESGDP REED RE GREAT WAR ETPQQAEFRNAEROA ERR REST EAR EAR RCRGTGURE ROADS EASTERN TO HTA TORN OSP SOP A EASTERN ROADS GQURTIGG ERA EST FIGHTS VEST GIP SEYSV IT AH RAN TST SET ROAD V ASS T BATTALION

(Note that the words EASTERN and ROADS appear twice, and that they tally with an answer given us by Frank Watts during the second session, December 4/63. [...]

[...] Note that the word ROAD, singular, also occurs once.)

[...] I tell you to look inside for the one road to All That Is within you. [...]

[...] Find your own road. [...]

into roads and onto continents

and all roads lead into truth

[...] Within your own subjective reality are traces of all those roads not taken, those abilities not used. [...]

[...] There is no one road that does not have avenues to another. [...]

If there are individual probable selves, then of course there are probable earths, all taking roads that you have not adopted. Beginning with an act of imagination in the waking state, you can sometimes follow for a short way into the “road not taken.”

[...] The road not taken then seems to be a non-act, yet every thought is actualized and every possibility explored. [...]

[...] Again, as a simple analogy, in a dream you may travel down a road. This involves distance in essence, although within your physical universe the particular road does not exist, so that spatially no distance would exist.

[...] Action within the electrical system, then, would involve this same sort of distance without space; the road would then be an imaginary road of intensity.

[...] Like roads with white markings, and with fairly large areas between, and with darkness around or outside also.

[...] As of roads, mentioned earlier.

[...] Like roads with white markings, and with fairly large areas between, and with darkness around or outside also.” [...]

[...] You pride yourselves on your technology, and the production of durable goods, buildings and roads, yet many of these are insignificant when compared to other structures within the “past.”

A true understanding of the way in which an idea becomes physical matter would result in a complete revamping of your so-called modern technology, and in buildings, roads, and other structures that would far outlast those you now have. [...]

There is no road to truth. No one road where the answers appear like road signs and you have only to follow. The road to truth is no road, it is a series of steps within yourselves; ever miraculous and ever new. [...]

[...] You will find your own road. [...]

[...] I have, in regard to the latter, solved several challenges with painting—from the time we moved to Pinnacle Road—and now feel that I have a clear road there as to how I want to do things into the indefinite future, etc. [...]

(This session came about quite unexpectedly just before midnight, after we’d had company—the Leahys from the end of Pinnacle Road; Jane had called them at supper time this evening and asked them to visit us. [...]

[...] While others can tell themselves stories, or be content with rationalizations, neither of you could take that road. [...]