“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Give us a moment here… I am searching for a connection for you, concerning the past. A negative response dealing with Dr. Martin. Some, to me, indistinct connection between the strange young woman here with your friends, and Emma Martin. An old unpleasant association. You were uncomfortable, a child. Dr. Martin and his wife visited your parents. You cried, and you clearly heard Emma Martin tell your mother that she should not go to you, and then you would be quiet.

Your father used hay fever as a symptom of helplessness, and as a demand for the attention that he did not get, even then, from your mother. The pattern was set earlier in his childhood. He discarded the symptoms because they did not get him what he wanted. Your mother could not be bothered.

She did not comfort him as his mother had. You picked up the condition when he realized that it no longer served him. At that time you accepted it, however, along with your conception of what it was to be a male. If you had a son and did not know what you know, you would automatically so transfer it.

You are not helping your father, for the symptoms will not revert to him. Your system will simply reorganize the energy pattern. There was another element. Your mother treated you as hers exclusively. You also adopted the symptoms as a protective measure against her. You said in effect, “I am my father’s son, down to some of his defects.”

When you realize this, again, you will find the symptoms hardly necessary. Your mother basically did not share (smile) your father’s love of the out-of-doors, and you played both ends against the middle. For the symptoms also allowed you to stay indoors with her on many occasions.

Yoga breathing will be of therapeutic value when you need it, but the knowledge gained in this evening’s session should go a long way toward minimizing the symptoms. (Smile.) You should avoid the color red in decorations during the season. You should take steps to realize the connection with your mother and red, so that our friend can use his red curtains at Christmas with immunity.

He was, or appeared to be, crying, and you saw him. A rather soundless sobbing that involved running eyes and nose. I believe this was in the afternoon, around four. I think your mother and the young boy were out—

I believe a watch was somehow involved. He lost it, or someone broke it. It may have been his own father’s watch. Perhaps your mother broke it in anger, but I am not sure of this.