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I am pleased that Ruburt’s mood has somewhat improved. I told him that the affair would work out to his advantage, but again patience is not one of his virtues.

I am speaking of these matters since I have intended to do so personally to you, and also because they tie in very well, as you will see, with some of our own discussions. For emotional contacts are what we are working with, and when you block off the contact from your end, then I would not presume, you see, to attempt to break it. My own code of ethics would not allow it.

First of all, I spoke in terms of helping you through Ruburt. For many reasons too numerous to discuss this evening, I will be working through him only, for I have been working with him for longer than he knows.

There is much preparation necessary for such work. Various kinds of conditions must be exactly met, between those such as myself, and those through whom we speak. Not only general conditions but personal conditions. I meant, very simply, that since you have not been able to be emotionally open, you have often closed up tightly in the sessions. It is not that I could not reach you through Ruburt, and answer some of your questions. In any case it is simply that the answers would do you no good under such circumstances.

(Seth’s statement above, about trying something else, surprised me somewhat. What I say here is purely subjective, since I did not write it down at the time it occurred. This afternoon while working I had the rather clear thought that Lorraine would witness the session this evening.

(A conversation followed concerning the above data, which was too fast and involved for me to note down fully. Being surprised, Lorraine needed some time to think, for memory to work. At first thought she recalled nothing involving herself as a 15-year-old. Lorraine then began to recall bits and pieces of events which, she thought, might fall within the pattern Seth had been producing in the rest of the data.

With all due respects to Ruburt, he was right in one respect and wrong in another. The porch to the front was shadowed. He correctly picked up the leaf images; however it was not the first floor. The door was in the center. However, my viewpoint is not precise enough perhaps, but I have the picture of a door precisely centered, leading outward. And I am working here despite the unwitting blocks that are erected. I see something yellow and something rose; and voices rising, and something broken. This is on my part an emotional breakage.