“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(4:40. More crying. Left leg moving outward. Right arm circles, then both arms together. Laughing at the freedom of motion.

(4:43. “The right leg doesn’t want to go back the way it was,” she said, as it moved outward again. “Part of me is exhausted and part wants to keep going forever.”

You do innately possess that freedom in your painting—as Ruburt innately possesses that same freedom of bodily motion. The funeral parlor did indeed represent the death of old beliefs (as I’d speculated), but it also represented the negative arena that sometimes exists, it seems, in the world at large, as it impinges upon your own life and beliefs. In a way, your paintings were larger than life. In that their spontaneity so beautifully followed their own order, and the painting seemed to simply flow outward into physical existence. As in art, so in life—then both of you possess that childlike and yet wise spontaneity and freedom.

(4:13. “My right leg is doing it now,” she exclaimed, and I saw it move outward a little. Gentle groans.