“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Last night Jane had a dream she didn’t like. She couldn’t recall it clearly, but it featured her talking to a man, objecting to him that he’d told her something he’d given her would be painless—but that it was instead quite painful: a suicide pill, or something like that, she said. “You told me it wouldn’t hurt...” I was there as a bystander. Jane had agreed to do something that wouldn’t hurt, but it did. I asked that Seth comment.

Ruburt “works” intuitively. The results appear quickly sometimes effortlessly. He uses a different kind of organization. That organization is holistic, so that it deals with large issues. He begins there, and the details necessary fall into place. You might quite properly say that much “work” is involved, but it is of an interior, concentrated, intent and largely invisible nature. Often only the results show.

I have given information on this before, but you settled upon the idea of work, as you think of it, because it was the only way at the time that you could justify art to yourself. Naturally, however, your working method is different, and is built up of an intricate series of quite complicated logical judgements involving spatial relationships—in for example particular kinds of immaculate gradations. I am speaking of your painting now.

You were quick to intuitively understand the nature of such inspiration. You were quick to nourish it. You helped give it form, so you do understand inspiration. It is not a luxury, but the nature that sustains each individual and the world. Ruburt has more than appreciated your support, and in fact you have indeed inspired him, so your conversation earlier upset him considerably.

Often my sessions are meant to lead him somewhere, or to stimulate him in certain fashions. Today he felt like acting actively with “Unknown.” Both of you there have concentrated upon impediments, and suddenly, finally, his desire led him to begin typing the book. He began thinking in terms of what he could do, so that now we see that he is not only physically desiring to do more, and trying it, but also mentally stimulated, and with a new sense of purpose as far as “Unknown” is concerned, and a desire reawakened to play with Seven.

The physical situation is a good one. All areas are further releasing, but the inner impetus is far more important.

You underplay your own intuitional abilities and spontaneity. The lines are not all that finely drawn. You are both coming along quite well now, but yes, you should cut Frank’s visits to every other week, for you need to concentrate now upon your own approaches. Many of Frank’s ideas are appallingly shortsided, and while you are working with your own beliefs a visit every other week is enough for now—without courting Frank’s opinions, as can happen when Ruburt wants Frank, in conventional terms, to acknowledge improvements that are definitely occurring, but that Frank is too slow to perceive.

Ruburt can use a particular though brief encouragement in the morning immediately upon awakening, but overall the body is responding beautifully. He can perhaps try to walk a bit more now.

I would like you to try something—and give it a reasonable try. Make an effort to alter your focus—just your focus—so that you concentrate upon what you want to do. If you do that, then distractions will seem to minimize almost immediately. Not only will you react to them differently, but the distractions themselves will vanish in a considerable manner. For one thing, your focus will automatically serve as a new point of organization in your own lives, so that you will automatically begin to sidestep many distractions of your own making. Life will indeed automatically seem simpler in that regard.

Your pendulum sessions can go for three-quarters of an hour now at the most, but regularly, and when you are done the two of you should briefly discuss your goals for the day. That individual and combined intent, stated, can be most effective.

Very briefly: Instream is astonished at his own opaqueness in life, and the chances that escaped him. The younger man was, when you met him, afraid himself of schizophrenia, and had a great need to establish his own sanity at the expense of anyone who showed any but the most conventional characteristics.