“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Ruburt has always known this. To some extent he had equated his recovery as almost impossible at times, since in those terms, now, and when (underlined) they operate, it puts him in the position of trying to be perfect. Do you follow me?

Now I know what questions you have, so give me a moment.

He felt—this is an answer to another question—that there was a veiled threat involved in my remark that I would not be dispensed with. There was none. He felt angry that often it seemed you trusted me but not him. He was never in danger of any severe emotional or mental difficulties. He would always cope—and in the main creatively, if unconventionally or bizarrely.

It can work or it can be disastrous, then. You make your reality. There is no reason it cannot work, and well, with the proper attitudes. On your part, the relative greater importance of such a project to you over that of the writer (for Gallery) means that your attitudes will predominate. Do you follow me?

Ruburt would not allow that to happen any more, for both of your sakes. He would not hurt himself either beyond a certain point. Hence his just-surfacing thought last week about separate apartments. Beyond all this he also knew he had to consider the separate apartments while knowing they would not be necessary. Do you follow me?

You (to me) felt that your physical situation in the years between was not that much better—and on top of it you had quit your job. The two of you were in one room together, where Ruburt felt his imperfections could not be hidden.

You use the excuse of work, both of you, to isolate yourselves from other people while you did crossword puzzles, and little work. You isolated yourselves and did not put to advantage much—though some—of what I told you. You saw that when you did not rely on your work, you enjoyed few creature comforts. Do you follow me?

You were not painting. Ruburt was not writing. You were faced with your relationship as it exists apart from your work together. Now do you follow me?

You do not believe me now when I tell you that you have always exaggerated your situation and Ruburt’s as far as its negative aspects are concerned—but you have, and this has been part of the difficulty.

Richard sends you (Jane and me) postcards, and this is my private postcard to him, though my real address is difficult to find (period). I am keeping an eye out however for his affairs and Eleanor’s, and I appreciate their endeavors on Ruburt’s behalf. They are not needed, and yet on all of your behalves they are needed.