“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Our friend attempted to choose a different battleground last evening. He decided to think of his symptoms as an enemy, and to give them form in another plane of reality where he could do battle with them. Now this was not an astral plane, but a lower one.

Now Ruburt was attempting a legitimate projection, and the Grant book, in the overall, was good for him; but he got the idea for such a materialization by playing around unconsciously with an idea in the book. He thought of turning his symptoms, or the fears behind them, into a demon which he could then slay and conquer for good. (An autobiography by Joan Grant is referred to here.)

The suggestions he gave himself as to healing, you see, were connected here. He formed a poor creature with the purpose of destroying it. The symptoms were worse following the episode because of the impact with which the creature’s energies were withdrawn and then reabsorbed. They had been already isolated from other aspects of Ruburt’s personality, so the fears flew back in with an explosive impact.

Now in the first place the symptoms are not evil nor his enemies, but methods of instruction that he has himself chosen; and if ever he imagines them isolated in such a fashion, they should be imagined instead as being projected out from him into the whole of the universe where they are absorbed harmlessly, and their energy used to the greater good.

As far as the information concerning Ruburt’s symptoms, I have this to say. (See page 272 of the 470th session, March 26, 1969.) He must be open about them, and they will vanish. I do not mean (be) pessimistic about them. When he attempts to hide them from you he builds up the mood that they so dismay you. He takes an aspirin behind your back as if he were a secret alcoholic because he fears that you would be annoyed. Then this builds up within him the feeling that he is alone, and the mood builds up to which you then react.

You know, I know, that your compliments quite go to his head, when they are real ones, and this also sends his symptoms running. Now I will leave you. A fond good evening. Were it not for time involved in your typing of my immortal words, I would stay with you longer. Now, I wish you well.