“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Besides normal reasons (Jane dictates:) he was psychically inclined, at a time when Jane was young and herself close to a past life. She sensed his deep and personal inner awareness. It confused and haunted him, since his inarticulateness applied also to thoughts within himself. He felt strongly but could not explain. In his solitary nature he came close to being a mystic but he was unable to relate his personality as Joseph Burdo with the social world at large, or even to the other members of his family. There was a block, regrettably. He felt strongly his connection with the universe as a whole and with nature as he understood it. But to him nature did not include his fellow human beings. The solitariness that besieged him—because it did besiege him—is dangerous to any personality unless it comes after identification with the human race.

He responded to his own attraction for her and was able to expand in her direction because she was not an adult. He was essentially childlike in one manner and yet he had little use for most people. Had he lived to see Jane mature the feeling between them might well have dissipated. (Joseph Burdo died in 1948 at the age of 68. Jane was 19.) He could not relate to another adult, and when in his eyes she joined the league of adulthood he would not have been able to retain his strong leaning toward her.

I am speaking now of disciplined relationships. When you avoid them or attempt to avoid them you both do so out of fear. Your personalities, work habits and goals are well set and secure enough not to be threatened in such a manner. You also Joseph have much to offer other individuals and through giving you yourself will grow.

On your plane no action is really simultaneous and so time instantly enters in. You mentioned yourself Joseph—oh see, you can’t hide anything from me—you mentioned earlier—I’m sorry, Ruburt needs a short break. A short one, Ruburt, should suffice.

You mentioned earlier Joseph that you had the feeling that I could refer back to myself almost as if I could turn a later page of a book to an earlier one, and of course this is the case.

I did not intend to make you work so hard this evening, Joseph. If your hand is working as quickly as Ruburt’s mouth then you must be exhausted. Would you like to take a break or would you prefer to end the session? I am always thinking of your convenience, at least when I am not concerned with your education.

In any case I shall say good night. You should know that I too enjoy a moment of social discourse or I would not keep you so long. I regret the necessity to keep Joseph so occupied. However I try to speak to you, Joseph, and answer the questions you would ask if you had the time to open your mouth.

Feeling acts in many worlds. It is the connective and it strongly connects the three of us. If I sound ponderous it is only because these necessary explanations cannot be given to you in a playful manner. You would discount them. And my dear Joseph, at times I peek in on you between sessions. The twist is a beautifully innocent and wicked contortion that I would enjoy.

I am glad Joseph that you enjoy my humor. What were you going to say?

Please don’t ask me to recite poetry again. It was never one of my lines. Ruburt has always been gifted artistically, as you have Joseph. With you, your art talents lay beneath layers of fleshy lust at times. You were exceedingly lecherous in Denmark, and I was not much better.

You are the damndest notetaker I ever saw Joseph, you take the proverbial cake. I know you’re tired but I’ve really enjoyed myself at your expense. From utter mercy I will now stop and let you go to bed.

(Joseph