“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

As a rule Ruburt’s ego will jealously guard its interests. When he feels it shout at him it is good to lessen the pace during the rest of the session, as he attempted to do. The wording of any suggestions is very important, however. The phrase, “I will progress safely”, is an excellent one to use, since it allows for continuation and progress balanced by safety.

The word slow, or slowly, is not good in this connotation, since of itself it does not necessarily suggest safety, but a mere neutral and temporary putting off. So far Ruburt is doing well, and will learn as he progresses how to operate inner acceleration and flow, or rush of energy, so that he is comfortable. And the ego, through experience, will learn that the inner self will always return safely. And it would be most unjust, and needlessly cruel, not to give the ego this necessary reassurance; and also the inner self should manage to communicate to the ego its gratitude for the ego’s protective concern.

I expect no real difficulties. If any should develop, not really develop, for we will pull back before then, but if any give evidence of causing any unwarranted or really uncomfortable turns, then we will do either or both of two things for an interval.

We will either cut our friend down as to allotted time per day for a while, or we will not have him experiment alone in the apartment. Any difficulties would be caused by a temporary impasse of ego and inner self, which should clear itself up. I do not foresee difficulty.

I am going to end the session, even though our friend is doing extremely well, since he has dealt with quite enough this week already. I shall make it a point to look out for him in a protective manner during his experiments for a while, and we shall keep a check upon his excellent progress, which should continue. And also assure ourselves that proper controls are being maintained.

(Seth’s statements about my receiving telepathic images interested me greatly, since I have been aware for some years now that I would much rather do a portrait without a model. That is, I greatly enjoy setting to work to “make up” a character, then paint it. I have found that for me working from a model is rather boring and somehow limiting. My best drawings, particularly in ink and oil, have been produced in this fashion, and I used to think it rather strange that I liked to work this way. In fact, Jane has often mentioned the fact that I have seldom used even her as a model. I have done so a few times. The situation is about to be remedied however, since as my work continues to expand I now discover that I want to use models also, and have several paintings planned in which she will appear.

Future sales having to do with stories will result in the near future. These have not yet actually developed, but the framework that will ensure them has already been laid.

A collegiate-type man, graying hair, large feet, and mustache of—of reddish faded color, two children, that is, he has two children; and another tall, thin, gawky-type man whose eyes are somewhat protuberant. A woman might have something to do with one sale, through influence. An office with a modern red leather chair, small room, stories high, not at all elegant. Office used at various times by three men.

(November 6, Friday, 11:30 AM: A very definite prolonged feeling of body dissolving below chest. First, feeling of imbalance, as if head was tilting to one side, the left, causing my eyes to feel as though they shifted to lower left. Then sense of whole body vibrating gently to and fro. Then both hands terribly cold. Then they moved of own accord sideways, followed by sensation that they rose, but do not think they actually did. Persistent feeling that they were going to, sort of gentle pressure beneath them. Feeling from feet up of body dissolved, but the coldness at the same time. It reached my upper left arm, which ached with cold. [I was actually partially dressed, and beneath spread which was doubled.] I had the feeling my body might rise without it, since it felt dissolved below the chest. The alarm rang. My limbs very cold to the touch. As I write this at once my hands and feet are still abnormally cold. Was shaking with cold when alarm rang.

(A boy handed me a long, legal-sized black envelope. Helen McIlwain’s name was the return address, written in black ink on the envelope. [She was a friend of my mother’s, now dead.] I took the envelope to contain notification of my mother’s death. I guess I opened it and read inside, though now I don’t recall doing so. Then with relief saw that the death was not to be that close. Not my mother, but a young girl. Got the name Linda, and the last name, which I think I’ve forgotten—don’t think it was Butts. But there was a connection with Linda.