“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In the meantime I will tell you about your Miss Grippo (the editor in question at Ace), and the name is an apt one. She did enjoy Ruburt’s first book, but is very angry that Fell held out financially, thinking then: “Who does Fell think Jane Roberts is? Why does he think we would pay so much when the name is unknown? He,” meaning Fell, “is out to bleed us.”

She projected this feeling to Ruburt also, particularly because Ruburt knew Don Wollheim. Fell was asking an exorbitant rate, she thought, for the first book; and Ruburt, she reasoned, would expect special privileges because of her contact with Wollheim, and so she got her back up and made sure no special privileges were given. In fact she bent over backward in the other direction.

There was something else. She resented the authoritative tone of the dream book as she first saw it, thinking again: “Now my God, this Jane Roberts imagines herself an authority.” Wollheim did not overstate what she told him. She never thought that Ruburt would revise the book. (Pause.)

Beside this, as you felt, there was a fear of Ruburt’s abilities. She is overly sensitive, feeling that psychics know more about her than she would wish, and this applies generally speaking, but particularly to women. This added to the other resentments. She does not like to speak to Ruburt on the phone, fearing the direct contact.

Ruburt could involve himself however needlessly. His abilities will follow a different line entirely, though there is no harm in his study. The difficulty would lie in the drain upon his time, for people would want readings: and again, look for miracles rather than self-understanding and self-development.

The thing was actually then a rather clumsy lower-dimensional animal, a provoked dumb dog of other dimensions who then attacked him symbolically enough, by biting. Any “thing” in quotes so created entirely of fears, would be frightened, and particularly angry at its creator, and it could do nothing else but attack; in one way to protect what reality it had, for it knew Ruburt created it only to slay it if possible.

This will always protect him in any out of body endeavors, or any other unearthly realities. He was actually getting rather tricky, and the accomplishment, while misguided, shows the growth of his abilities. Now had he been in severe difficulties someone would, have helped him. He has many friends, but it was best that he followed through on his own for his own confidence.

I know you realize this. It would help however if you simply remind him of this when such occasions arise, for your reminder, given without rancor, would be enough now to let him make a suitable adjustment at any given occasion. You need not force an issue, but remind him of the fact. You fear over-influencing him, but since your influence is considerable in any case, this is a good time to use it.

I have mentioned before that the two of you have been highly involved in the past, and that your combined efforts aid in the sessions. You do not have to feel that you have forced Ruburt where he does not want to go, even inadvertently. He does need and thrive upon your support. Without it he would have chosen other pathways perhaps, but they would not have been as beneficial nor as helpful to both of your developments.

The very impetus and charge of the energy propels you both in to new byways in your arts and in our work. Were the energy and emotional impetus materialized instead for example in parent-child relationships, with you as parents, in your particular cases it would be lessened in your work.

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.