“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When you were a boy and went off by yourself to draw, your mother often acted rejected. She was pleased—with your talent, per se, but she was jealous of you. At times you felt as a child that painting, or rather drawing, hurt her, and that also she might retaliate by withholding her support in other areas. You also used the drawing and your talent to some degree as a method of exerting your own independence from her oftentimes smothering love. You were told in so many words that it was selfish of you to spend so much time by yourself, for often even when you were with Loren (my younger brother), for example, you carried a circle of your own intent about you.

Now Ruburt used his poetry also to exert independence from his mother—which implied, he thought, a certain kind of rejection of Marie. These attitudes cause you to try to maintain some solitude while believing it is almost impossible to achieve, and so this of course is your experience.

You feel that your needed solitude implies a rejection of the world. When one person comes to the door, personal acquaintance or stranger, it is the world knocking. You fear that that person will feel the same rejection that it seems to you your mothers felt.