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[...] Some of your interpretations were legitimate, based upon his attitudes, but many more were the innermost doubts that you have not faced as to who you were, and deep questions involving the nature of your person as it is related to your particular sex in this life.
You were aggressively aware of the difference between your own attitude and some of society’s in that regard, but for the first time in your life you were closely involved with another person, day by day—who to some extent (underlined) then served as a moving picture onto which you projected these fears as to your own worth.
Being with your parents brought things to a head, because both of your attitudes were aggravated by the environment; you (Sue) relating more as a young girl in the family homestead, and he reacting as the stranger who came in the back door.
[...] You think of yourself as someone who tries to deal directly with the world through experience.
[...] I don’t think it any coincidence that Jane contacted Eleanor, who is the editor for Dick Bach, who is a counterpart of Jane’s. [Jane first called Pat Golbitz, but Pat was out of her office—so Pat doesn’t get to see Emir first.]
[...] Townsend is involved with Alan Neuman, of course, who also wants to do a movie of the first Seven book, etc. [...]
[...] And before that there will be other spurts, as those people who are now reading the earlier books will begin to look for Volume 1. There is a lag there.
[...] This type of personality fragment is of different origin than your friend, who is himself a fragment of his own entity. [...]
“Who left the room first, Jane and I or the images?” Rob asked.
[...] (It was Seth, incidentally, who suggested we take a five-to-ten-minute break every half hour or so.) Rob and I didn’t know what to make of this session. [...]
“And think of the people we’ve known who suddenly seem entirely different than they used to be, in ways we can’t fathom,” Rob said. [...]
(It will be remembered that these sessions began two years ago through our contacting a personality called Frank Watts, who was superseded by Seth in the fourth session. Jane and I have made a few sporadic attempts to learn more about Frank Watts; such a man did live in Elmira, we learned, through a resident who knew him. [...]
[...] Jane and I saw this couple, who bore remarkable physical resemblances to us, in the dancing room of the Driftwood Hotel, York Beach, Maine, in August 1963. [...]
[...] Many changes may occur however in that same point for the murderer who is still within the system.
[...] Jane’s friend Dee Masters, who had once been director at the gallery where Jane works, and who has been dealt with by Seth at various times, was doing something at an agitator-type washing machine. [...] Jane then had the feeling that somehow she, Jane, was the old woman who had died.
I will here mention Ruburt’s dream, in which he spoke reassuringly to two men who were ill with cancer by telling them that this material said that he too had cancer.
This dream is a sequel to another, in which Ruburt was aware of the death of an old woman who was a medium, and I will need to explain the first dream, that is the earlier one, to make the other dream comprehensible.
[...] Art was for those who could enjoy it—who could afford it. [...] Poor people saw lesser versions of religious paintings in their own simple churches, done by local artists of far lesser merit than those [who] painted for the popes.
(After lunch today Jane and I were visited by our old friend David Yoder, who’s been in Florida recuperating from the heart bypass surgery he underwent early this year.1 David brought news that was at first startling, then quickly developed into several conflicting emotions and ideas for us: He’d just learned from a relative of hers that a few weeks ago Mrs. Steffans [not her real name], the wife of the couple we’d purchased the hill house from in March 1975, had committed suicide at her home in a Western state while her husband was away on a business trip.
(“Earlier today we were talking about the suicide of Mrs. Steffans, who used to live in this house—”)
(9:45.) It is far simpler to recognize your own beliefs in regard to religion, politics or similar subjects, than it is to pinpoint your deepest beliefs about yourself and who and what you are — particularly in relationship with your own life.
[...] Those who could not afford therapy tried the harder to inhibit any messages from the inner self, for fear they would become swallowed by the savage infantile emotions.
1. Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality contains a number of references to Carl Jung, the Swiss psychologist and psychiatrist who lived from 1875–1961.
2. For those who are interested: As soon as Seth mentioned the “psychological activity” of atoms and molecules, I was intuitively and strongly aware of connections between his statement and at least two principles of modern physics. [...]
[...] The flame was moved, if my friend Ruburt will forgive me, by a friendly spirit who was within call. [...]
(I will close on this note, though in all sincerity, I think those who are left behind have it far rougher than those who go …)
(I’d like to add that while there’s life there’s hope, and that as Seth has said many times, one who doesn’t want to die — as Jane said the other day she didn’t — won’t for any reason. [...]
In spring 1965, about a year after we wrote Dr. Osis, Rob wrote to Dr. Instream (not his real name), who was connected with a state university in upstate New York. [...]
[...] But those who have a closed mind will not get any evidence that will satisfy them.”
[...] I wasn’t sure myself as to who or what Seth was, and the thought crossed my mind more than once that the doctor’s attitude was simply a device to gain my confidence—the psychologist’s pretense that he believed in the existence of his patient’s delusion as unquestioningly as the patient did.
[...] I will be more than happy to work for our common goal when I am dealing with a personality who is not stupid, who is open-minded.
[...] I do not overtly speak out against men who have no imagination, and little concept of any reality but their own. [...]
[...] For reasons that I will explain much later, it was necessary that I align myself with a personality who is both intelligent and intuitional. [...]
[...] The very attempt to deny an action automatically changes the nature of the action, and also changes the nature of the individual who attempts to deny it. [...]
[...] An ego who can, and has at one time or another accepted as part of itself a violent and unruly desire to kill, for example, will not automatically reject the emotion of hatred. [...]
[...] The man, or ego, who has never really accepted such violence as a part of his action pattern, will usually have no conflicts in this particular line, simply because the inclination was never a strong part of the ego’s inner image, and is more or less discarded automatically, along with all those other characteristics or inclinations which are not in his ego pattern.
As you know therefore we have differentiated between an outer ego, who manipulates within physical reality, and an inner ego who directs the activities of the inner self. [...]
The man who does not realize his basic independence from the physical system will not have the same freedom within it.
(At last break I asked Jane if Seth could discuss two points: Who would be waiting for Father at his death?; and the situation surrounding a letter Jane recently received from a professor at Cornell, who works in remote sensing and asked Jane to deliver an ESP presentation to his graduate class.)
[...] Those of you who do not believe in war have not experienced it. [...] Those of you who do not believe in greed have not suffered its “consequences.” [...]
The infinite ranges possible to human capabilities would be explored — and those who chose that route said, quote: “We will trust that our creativity will find its own way, and if there are nightmares we will waken from them. [...]
No one knew who I was then,
[...] In the first (on April 3, 1979), you are with an exotic move star, who would not ordinarily appear in a grocery store or a supermarket (actually a five-and-dime in the dream). [...]
The younger people represent versions of yourself, who wonder at your prominence in a different field, but you do not care. [...]