“precious sibets,”

• +..guitar music!


• +..Electro


• +..experimental

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No one knew it then but the high point of the evening had passed, and the remainder was a tedious, painful monotony as Bertha struggled to live up to the thunderbolt she had hurled. During the next hour she called each member of the group to her side, and gave them one by one some spiritual message, some word of comfort, or blessing, from Sananda. She took another break. About 10:30 p.m. she resumed her position on the couch, but only empty phrases, tediously repeated, came from her mouth. “And the blessings of Sananda, on these precious, precious, precious [repeated eleven times] . . . precious sibets . . . and so it is, so be it, be it so, forever and ever, and ever [fourteen times] . . . and ever.” During the break at midnight she was visibly discouraged, and tentatively suggested to Mrs. Keech that perhaps she should try no more that night for messages. But Mrs. Keech would not hear of it: “This is just the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet. If you think the evening is over, you’re mistaken. We don’t know what this is all about, but I have the feeling they want us to go ahead. They’re doing this for a purpose.” Turning to the rest of the group, she warned in tones of grim elation: “If anybody thinks he’s going to get any sleep tonight, he’s got another think coming. There isn’t time for sleep. They’ve got work for us to do.”
Festinger, Leon; Riecken, Henry W.; Schachter, Stanley