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[...] In larger measure, however, creativity was considered something that adults grew out of, a mark of a prolonged adolescence, particularly unsuited for the woman whose thoughts were meant to turn toward husband and child. [...]

The creativity for which Ruburt was praised as a child—the writing of his poetry, for example, became more and more frowned upon by the church as he became older, and in particular when the poetry contained concepts that did not fit Christian dogma. [...]

The church was quite real to Ruburt as a child, through the priests who came [to the house] regularly, through direct contact with the religious [grade] school, and the support offered to the family. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Ruburt well knew even as a child that such structures had served their time, and his poetry provided a channel through which he could express his own views as he matured. [...]

An old response, caused by the necessity to iron on occasion as a child on demand, and her mother’s unreasoning fastidiousness, as the child saw it. [...]

[...] That almost sounds like the babbling of a child or an idiot.

[...] It is like the child’s anticipation of Christmas Eve, and it is biologically ingrained. [...]

[...] He wanted to express love for his father as a child far more openly than he felt his father would allow. [...]

[...] This is still being done in modern society, of course, when each child inherits the beliefs of its parents about the nature of reality. [...]

[...] Initially the child had to be impressed with the fact, for example, that a predator animal was “bad” because it could kill. [...]

There is always a reason, and so each parent will represent to each child an unspeakable symbol, and often the two parents will represent glaring contrasts and different probabilities, so that the child can compare and contrast divergent realities.

[...] You may find that when you imagine yourself as a child — after death — that you suddenly have the form of the child that you were. [...]

[...] He was creatively gifted—but an overly impulsive child does not care for an invalid mother, conscientiously, for 21 years.

[...] An impulsive child might have done far more. [...]

His mother’s pathological lying meant that Ruburt had to assess and reassess any given situation as a child. [...]

[...] Many of Ruburt’s current attitudes, for example, will at least make more sense to him as he sees that they originated in response to situations against which a child had no recourse. [...]

[...] “Start a new book or give birth to a child?”

(Pause.) When you were a child you knew you were growing toward an adulthood. [...]

The parent-child relationship has its own unique emotional structure, which survives even those distortions you have placed upon it, and its ancient integrity would not be weakened, but strengthened, if greater stress were laid upon your bisexual nature.

[...] This in itself leads to more dependence upon the mother than is healthy, and forms an artificial allegiance between mother and child against the father.

Another child may have been connected with the 15-year-old circumstance.

[...] Something to do with a party, and one child listens, a boy.

[...] If her youngest child, a boy, had listened, he did so at the age of one. [...]

[...] Some, had they lived in your century, would have been able to outperform computers (just as some are outperforming computers these days!). In most cases where such accomplishments show themselves, they do so in a child far too young to have learned scientific mathematical procedures to begin with, and often such feats are displayed by people who are otherwise classified as idiots (idiot savants), and who are incapable of intellectual reasoning.

Indeed, when a child is involved, the keener his use of the reasoning mind becomes the dimmer his mathematical abilities grow. [...]

[...] The mother knows where the child is, even though she is not conscious of this. The mother may even go out after the child in a projection, and bring it home. [...]

You may be afraid that a beloved child or mate will die suddenly, yet you may never want to admit such a fear. [...]

Unencountered in waking life, however, the fear might cast its dim shadow, so that you dream of your child’s death, or of the death of another close to you. [...]

[...] But there is a Mack somehow connected with a station, and a child, a female child.

[...] One child now the present husband, and one a very distant relative.

[...] During break Lydia told us that she had lived in Bangor as a preschool child, and had been very attached to Maine; so much so that when she left there and moved to New York State, she at first refused to say she lived in New York State. [...]

[...] That is, because you imagined that he would be a contemporary in age, you saw him on a bicycle, a child’s method of transportation, but because he was born earlier the vehicle carries him past.

Your mother sat in the dream before a higher bar, symbolizing your own inner conviction, based on early rather puritanical bases, that your mother and her actions should be judged, and a child’s natural but unfortunate vindictiveness: “She who has hurt me, particularly if my mother and a female, shall meet justice.” [...]

[...] You identified with your father, and could not permit, in this dream at any rate, an identification of this kind, since at this childish level you did not blame him and would have wished as a child, to have the power to do the same thing.

[...] In the dream state the child and the old man or woman can exist simultaneously, and the individual is made quite aware of the full range of creaturehood.

(11:12.) The wisdom of the child and of the aged are both available. [...]