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(Throughout her formative years, however, Jane’s grandfather — her “Little Daddy,” as she called him — played an important part. To some extent he replaced the father she’d lost at the age of two when her parents were divorced. Joseph Adolphe Burdo was of Canadian and Indian stock, and grew up speaking French. His ancestors had originally spelled the family name “Bordeaux.” In certain ways Jane identified strongly with him, as Seth explains in the excerpts to follow from the 14th session for January 8, 1964.
Besides normal reasons, he was psychically inclined, at a time when Jane was young and herself close to a past life. She sensed his deep and personal inner awareness. It confused and haunted him, since his inarticulateness applied also to thoughts within himself. He felt strongly but could not explain. In his solitary nature he came close to being a mystic, but he was unable to relate his personality as Joseph Burdo with the social world at large, or even to other members of the family. There was a block, regrettably. He felt strongly his connection with the universe as a whole and with nature as he understood it. But to him, nature did not include his fellow human beings. The solitariness that besieged him — because it did besiege him — is dangerous to any personality unless it comes after identification with the human race.
(Joseph Burdo died in 1948 at the age of 68. Jane was 19 years old. Just two years later, she wrote the following poem.
In a very simplified summary from Rich Bed: Jane was the only child of Marie Burdo and Delmer Roberts. [...]
Eventually Jane’s grandfather, Joseph Burdo, with whom she shared a deep mystical identification, was unable to support two extra people, and the family had to rely upon public assistance. [...]