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Good evening, my besieged Ruburt, my besieged Joseph.

Ruburt’s furniture assault began around January. It always begins around January, and in this case it will end this month. It is partly the expression of seasonal change. However you do have my sympathy, and Ruburt now is certainly not being ordered. Nevertheless I most respectfully request that the assault end.

The constant furniture moving certainly bothers you, Joseph. Except for the definite inconvenience which it causes you and for the energy lost, it is not seriously detrimental. Used judiciously, it can be a good outlet for excess nervous energy; but not, dear Ruburt, day after day after day. Do you want to be a poet or a furniture mover? I do suggest strongly now that you desist. My comments on this matter hereby end.

Joseph can be glad that Ruburt now tosses furniture and not rocks, though the assault incidentally is not directed against any person. Good aggressive energy that should go into Ruburt’s work is often misused. You can see the power of this energy in a more or less visible manner when it is demonstrated in this physical way. This same energy is used in Ruburt’s writing and is extremely strong, powerful and stormy often; and he is not, Joseph, trying to get out of his room as I believe you mentioned earlier.

I will not bother giving you much review on this subject. There is however much still to be said along these lines. You will recall our imaginary experience at the window. Ruburt read tonight my statement that without barriers there would be no time.

The music is more important to Ruburt than either of you know. If the man comes let him in. I will be with you but quiet, and I would be curious in any case. Perhaps I will tell you about your TV man. So be quiet, kind hearts.

As the intense experience of great joy or pain often blots out everything else, so would the direct experience of reality blot out, only completely, the outer ego who experienced it directly. At your level the sieve of the subconscious is a necessity and that is one of the main reasons why Ruburt dissociates during our sessions, even though his experience of inner reality is received secondhanded, so to speak, through me.

Ruburt is letting me through well this evening and I find my feelings for both of you most affectionate. This material, you will find, will begin and only begin to fill in the outline on the inner senses. We will still take many sessions before you attain any real understanding of these matters, and my dear biggy-boos, I hope to add to our lectures with exercises in the experience of the various inner senses as we go along.

Ruburt, as I mentioned earlier, has always felt a kinetic unity with the earth, and experiences in a watered-down fashion the seasonal burying of seeds. This results in a claustrophobic reaction that is lessened with the coming of your spring.

Sleeping with your heads to the north is excellent, on your plane only. Because of magnetic properties your molecules are aligned with greater efficiency. I certainly do not like to go into household matters. A point, however: Your bed should never be in your main room. Not only do you have lack of privacy, one of Ruburt’s squawks, and not only should various biological functions be separated on your plane as I have suggested, but the room itself, while excellent for some purposes involving use of the intellect, is simply not good for sleeping.

Even I will enjoy the coming of your spring. Ruburt’s chemical makeup is such that he should be somewhat even more receptive during that season in these sessions.

I keep them especially for you. One more note before I leave you. Music is somewhat of a conditioning factor as far as Ruburt is concerned. Although he knows nothing of music now, he was once proficient in it. That ability now is channeled into his excellent facility in rhythmic poetry.