“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The session started late because Jane became so involved in a painting after supper. It was one in which she was attempting to follow in a still-life some of the techniques I’d showed her a few days ago, when I repainted another still-life composition she’d started, and showed her how to get more opaque effects for variety; a demonstration, then, for she’d asked for “a lesson.” Since then there have been some rather humorous episodes—I mean it kindly—as Jane tries to use those methods, with very mixed results. But interestingly, she ran into conflicts between her old method, in which she used mostly transparent color, and the new one, which, she complained in her frustration, was “muddy, and lacking vitality. And without the vitality, what good is it?”

Your father dream. Your father represented your father, but he also stood for your version of the race [species] of man itself, of the nameless old men seemingly worn down by age, the lack of communication between nameless fathers and sons. Yet the old man does sleep in a gigantic shoe that is also like a cradle, from which he and all of civilization continue to emerge. Your question was why the lack of communication and compassion, the inarticulateness of love? And as you consoled your father, you tried to console humanity. And how? Through expression of the words, but also through your art, for you saw all art as an expression of love, a love in which the old man and civilization was ultimately held.