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A change in plans. I do not know if this refers to flight plans or not.

(“As noted above, there was a change in flight plans because of rocket launching.”)

[...] He knows for example, he can walk up—up, now—the first flight here from the landing, without as much difficulty as the other stairs.

He can begin by walking up that flight, seeing how many times he can do it without too much trouble, but paying no attention to the way he goes down, which has been much more difficult for him. [...]

[...] This is for the Apollo 7, our first three-man spacecraft, in orbit for 11 days—a highly successful flight. [...]

[...] Their predictions were based upon hypotheses that were not checked because it was not possible to check them under real conditions until this flight.

[...] The flight will simply point out the correction, but it will mean that they will feel less secure about landing on the moon. [...]

[...] All of the qualities of the birds’ flight were heightened for me by its very invisibility, for while I actually saw no geese at all, that sound was everywhere. [...] And I knew that no objective reasoning processes alone could explain their magnificent flight.

“The view of sky sweeping over our hill makes it much easier to see the great flights of geese heading south for the winter. [...]

[...] Last night, we had reminders that a natural rhythmic cycle was completing itself six months later: As we retired I thought I heard the barking of geese migrating north, although Jane didn’t. I woke up around four a.m., though, and heard a flight clearly in the silent hour. [...]

[...] I was working on this book when I heard the sound of another flight, intermixed with traffic noise. [...]

[...] They also remind you of the deep certainty of your creaturehood, and by their flight evoke within you the knowledge that you are leaping from creaturehood into dimensions of actuality you only barely sense.

[...] This afternoon I both heard and saw them, and called them to Jane’s attention—a wide, straggling, shifting, V-shaped flight vanishing over the valley holding the city just below us. [...]

(This afternoon while Jane was going down the front flight of stairs from our apartment, etc.)

(On June 5, 1968 John Pitre telephoned Jane from Franklin, LA, seeking answers to three questions: the reasons for John’s uneasiness concerning his wife Peg last week; the reasons for the loss of leg feeling John experiences in hot weather; and data on a pilot, Albert Blevins, who vanished on a flight in a small plane near the Gulf Coast about four years ago, presumably near Franklin.

[...] A flight of stairs inside, though it does not seem to be a two-family home. [...]

[...] Upon scanning the one manuscript, I found several references to Fred writing on it in a series of restaurants in Pennsylvania—which means of course that he didn’t take a direct flight here from Denver. [...]

(P.S. After I finished, found a reference in Fred’s manuscript to being in a restaurant in Pittsburgh and waiting for a flight—evidently to Elmira. [...]

[...] There is no hesitancy, but the sure flight. [...]

[...] She often dozed in her chair and talked to herself, indulging in various flights of imaginative activity. [...]

[...] Flight becomes the only answer, the only sure solution, as flight from the parent was the only solution, for the parent could not run after.

[...] Personally, he has restrained his, say, flights of fancy while seeking them out in others, where they are less threatening. [...]

(I took the sign of migration as a good omen, though, for the circumstances of the flight were strongly reminiscent of those described at the beginning of the 687th session, in Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality. It had been raining then, too, on that day last March — and as I wrote at the time, in some half-romantic fashion I’ve hooked up the flights of geese with Jane’s and my work on the Seth books. [...]

[...] The southbound flight was soon out of sight in the rainy sky, and in another few moments it was out of hearing.

4. The troubled, brief second flight of our country’s shuttle spacecraft, Columbia, took place three months ago, and I described it in the opening notes for Session 936, in Chapter 11 of Dreams. However, Seth-Jane finished this book before the third flight, which probably will be launched early in April, could begin. A fourth flight could go in June.

[...] [And wouldn’t you know it, I told Jane: My last paragraph for Mass Events is about the biannual migratory flights of the geese.]

[...] Man identified with their easy flight up the cliffsides, and followed the sounds of their songs to safe clearings. [...]

[...] No one can deny that a war fought by dreaming men, at specified times, would be less harmful than a physical war, to return to my flight of fancy.

[...] I took the flight as another sign of nature’s amazing variety and vitality — a strong reminder of values I was afraid we humans often denigrated.