Sunday, March 4. My last training of the trip ends. It seemed to go pretty well. This was a very interesting group, which included some very bright people, very socially conscious, doing some really nice things with people in their work, but only about one third of the group seemed to feel comfortable talking. I like a lot of participation, and there certainly was some, but only by a few, which was different for me. Today we concentrated on essence and Oneness (or, as the research states it, inner health via a clear mind). By the end, a number of people felt lifted by this direction. It’s not an easy direction to talk about, but the research says it has even more impact than creation of illusion (or, as the research calls it, thought recognition—the recognition that thought is the only experience we can ever have). Yet the two directions need to be dealt with in conjunction. It was really nice working with Dean Rees-Evans. Seamless. Easy. Dean is full of engaging stories. He really lives putting out a beautiful feeling toward others. After this training I felt exceptionally exhausted, for some reason. A few of us, Neville and Ella (my lodging hosts), Dean, Cat (from New Zealand) and I took a late afternoon/evening walk along a beautiful part of the seacoast path toward Manly that I had not been on before. But for some reason it took a really long time to get it together to actually begin, and it was fairly late. First Dean hit the wall, then a bit later I did too. All I wanted to do was go to sleep, but we had to eat first, which we did in a Thai restaurant. I wanted my pad Thai to be just a little spicy, but the waitress or cook apparently did not know how to do that, so they gave me little cup of very potent red peppers, chopped into tiny slices. I couldn’t put those slices directly on my pad Thai, so I tried to squeeze a little something out of a couple of them onto my food with my index finger and thumb. I ate my meal, then apparently forgetting I had pepper on my fingers, I must have rubbed my eyelid. Suddenly it started burning horribly and turned red. Thank God it didn’t get directly into my eye, but it burned so bad. I went to the bathroom to try to wash it off, especially wash my hands thoroughly, but it didn’t help my eye. Neville drove me home–in pain I had to say a quick goodbye to Dean and Cat–so we could cut off a chunk of aloe plant and apply it to the burn. Luckily, that helped. I could still feel it, but it was no longer horribly painful. When I went to bed, I was wide awake.