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Give us a moment. (Pause.) Now when you watch, say, educational TV, you see the teacher, and he speaks. He may or may not actually be speaking at that time, for you may be watching a film. But the teacher exists whether or not he is speaking at that time, in your terms, and his message is as legitimate. So now see Ruburt as my TV screen. I must come through much more clearly, and you have here the essence of the teacher.

Now, some part of Ruburt is of course aware, for I would not intrude, and he has long since given his permission for such an arrangement. Nor, because you ask specific questions at a specific session, and I answer them, does it necessarily mean that the program has not been prepared, in your terms, earlier; for on many occasions I will see the questions within your mind, or the minds of your witnesses, and will therefore answer them, in your terms ahead of time.

Your child, in a past life, this child was an uncle, and in an accident you killed him. You were in a carriage, driving it. He went to adjust a bridle. England, 1451. Give us a moment.

James. He was James Talbert. You were his niece. Matilda Montage. You were from a side of the family with French connections, and at that time flighty, easily upset, with some ability as a musician in piano, but without the discipline or drive to use the ability.

He was taking you to a concert. I do not know now, or see now, what initiated your reaction, but something happened that frightened you. You yelled at the horses and screamed. Your uncle fell. The horses panicked, and [he] fell beneath a hoof. You never forgave yourself, and now in your first reincarnation as a woman since that time, you decided to be the vehicle through which he could enter physical reality again, and so became his mother in physical terms.

At one time you and the child were also brothers. He was impatient with you at times, for he remembered you as a companion in male pursuits, and bitterly resented your femininity.

For various reasons, and because you did not understand, you held it against yourself that once you accidentally killed him, and then when he was a child you gave him away. You gave birth to him however when you did not have to, in order to give him this reentry. There were other entries available, but he understood your purposes, and accepted you as a mother to show you that he held no grudges. (Humorously:) There were two accidents, then.

You used to wonder what there was about her that so captivated your father, since he had an obvious preference for her, and you would watch her secretly, trying to find the answer. You disliked her heartily but the fascination kept at you, so that you studied her mannerisms, and even at times tried to copy them.