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(Jane was getting more and more relaxed as we sat for the session. “But I didn’t want to miss a session,” she said sleepily. Then: “I feel him around now, at least—I guess I’ll be ready in a second....”)
[... 4 paragraphs ...]
Specific creativity is but one important aspect of the psyche’s vast, almost incomprehensible productivity, for it produces your lives. You had parents and brothers, a family. Ruburt has no one in that same manner. He had an unfortunate marriage behind him when you met. When he fell in love, it was wholeheartedly, and he was determined to merge his creativity and his marriage.
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Certainly he tried to see to it that his success did not put you down in the eyes of others. Again, this material has all been given. His physical problems to some extent—do not overemphasize this point—put him in the role of the dependent woman. At the same time he is not that, of course, since he cannot completely carry out the woman’s role of housekeeping, and so forth—so in that (underlined) way, he also shows that he is a writer. Not confined to such lowly woman’s ways.
You also give him much more attention than you used to before the emergence of the symptoms—attention that he believes he deserves. All of this, however, is connected with the misunderstanding concerning the nature of the creative self, and on both of your parts.
[... 19 paragraphs ...]
(Pause at 10:25.) You must again realize that you chose your situation, and because it is a valuable one you sought it out. If Ruburt understands that, then he will realize he does not have to protect himself privately or socially, for all of his characteristics are meant to help him deal successfully with the challenge he has chosen. The same applies to you.
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(“I don’t know. I remember I was talking as Seth, and I looked over and Billy was giving me an entirely different look than he’d ever given me before. I just know it. He just looked at me like I was an entirely different person—either that, or I perceived him differently in trance.”
(For perhaps fifteen minutes after he’d jumped up in Jane’s chair, Billy had descended from that spot and curled himself up against me as I sat taking notes on the couch. He’d remained in that position until the end of the session. This too was a little unusual for him to do.)