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The child may go from one illness to another, or simply display an odd disinclination for life — a lack of enthusiasm, until finally in some cases the child dies at an early age. [...]

[...] I do want to point out that all fetuses do not necessarily intend to develop into normal babies, and that if medical science, through its techniques, ends up in directing a normal birth, the consciousness of the child may never feel normally allied with physical experience.

[...] Love, sexuality, and play, curiosity and explorative characteristics, merge in the child in a natural manner. [...] The child is not free to contemplate its own parts. The body is early forbidden territory, so that the child feels it is wrong to love itself in any fashion.

[...] There was also another child... and that child will be G’s husband in this life. [...]

[...] You (JB and SW) used your energy like a ball that a child plays with, both you and Ruburt. [...]

[...] The child was a girl... [...]

[...] It is a portion that can understand your (TM) being overwhelmed with work; it is a portion that can understand your being full with child (SW); it is a portion that can understand the times when you wanted to leave physical reality (CW); it is a portion that can understand the part of you (SB) that wanted to be a star; it is a portion that can understand the part of you that wanted to conquer, and is afraid to conquer (WL); it is a portion that can understand the guilt you (RC) feel for no reason; it is a portion that can understand the aspirations that you (LD) were unable to fulfill... [...]

(“Some distant connection with a child.” [...] Extra notation by Jane: Bill Ward, while asking Rob to do the job over phone, told him of death of Wendell’s child, a school boy. [...]

[...] These reminding Ruburt of a child’s Jungle Gym. [...]

[...] Some distant connection with a child.

(“Who is that child you referred to?”)

A child sits, perhaps three years old, with his finger stuck up his ass, feeling the shit that warmly runs down, and that child knows that shit is good. [...]

[...] You do not worry about the child’s development, for you realize that he will learn better.

You may even smile at the child’s utter sense of desolation until he finally connects the motion of his own hand with the destruction of the paper, cardboard house that is now gone, and in his eyes gone beyond repair.

[...] He has gone beyond the child’s game. [...]

[...] You do not give a child a loaded gun if you are certain he is going to shoot himself or his neighbor.

(“Can you give us the name of your oldest child, Frank Watts?”)

(“What is the name of your second oldest child?”)

(“Now can you give us the name of your third child, Frank Watts?”

(“Tim is the name of a child?”)

It is very unfortunate, therefore, when adults inadvertently undermine a child’s sense of self-approval. [...] Instead, a distinction should be made: the child made an error — he lied — but he himself is not the error or the lie. [...]

[...] She was deadly frightened that Ruburt might have a child and not finish school. [...]

[...] To have a child might help fulfill the man she was married to, but this could destroy the artist she was married to. [...]

[...] The child is indeed still within the man, but he is not the child that once was, in those terms. For even the child within the man continually changes, and again I am not speaking of symbolic change.

[...] Ruburt’s association with the trailer was caused by the fact that the owner of the card has a male child, who was somewhat unmanageable. And the owners of the trailer, also living in the country, have a child of similar nature.

[...] A child might fall and badly scrape a knee — so badly that limping is the result, at least temporarily. Such a child will often be quite conscious of the reason for the affair: he or she may openly admit the fact that the injured part was purposefully chosen so that a dreaded test at school could be missed, and the child might well think that the injury was little enough to pay for the desired effect that it produced.

[...] You do not worry about the child’s development, for you realize that he will learn better.

You may even smile at the child’s utter sense of desolation until he finally connects the motion of his own hand with the destruction of the paper cardboard house that is now gone, and in his eyes, gone beyond repair.

[...] He has gone beyond the child’s game. [...]

[...] You do not give a child a loaded gun if you are certain he is going to shoot himself or his neighbor.

[...] (Long pause.) It must be formed slowly, as the child’s ego is. [...]

[...] An incident with candy bars as a child, of approximately 6, or in grade six. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) He seems now to be choosing between identities, but there is one waiting for him, and it is a probable ego that he did not adopt as a child.

[...] He saw this woman, who is stocky and in her fifties or early sixties, at his mother’s funeral, for the first time in many years, and now remembered that L.B. had been a close friend of his mother’s when he [John] was a child.

Now there is some sense of jealousy in the family over the child that the child senses and this, also, has to do with his sense of hesitation in speech. [...] The child is presently caught in a dilemma of divided loyalties. [...]

Now this is an individual thing as far as the child is concerned, and if you give me a moment we will try to find out why. [...]

[...] The child had been her own, and my description of the room tallied with her hospital room. Naturally, she didn’t want anyone to know about the child, who had been put up for adoption (and it was none of my business anyway). [...]

[...] Polly identified the people as a former husband and his mother, but denied having a child, though she said that a girl friend delivered an illegitimate daughter that same year.

[...] His mother, representing authority to him as a child, was frightening, threatening, sometimes cruel, and capricious. The child took literally the mother’s statements that though a cripple, she could walk at night, would turn on the gas jets, and so forth.

The child emotionally was almost paralyzed with terror, hence the thyroid condition, hence also the child’s quick motions, fast, frightened responses that were desperate defense mechanisms. [...]

[...] Luckily, the child usually walks before it is old enough to be taught that impulses are wrong, and luckily the child’s natural impulses toward exploration, growth, fulfillment, action and power are strong enough to give it the necessary springboard before your belief systems begin to erode its confidence. [...]

[...] There was also another child—and that child will be G’s husband in this life. [...]

[...] You (Jane and Sue) used your energy like a ball that a child plays with, both you and Ruburt. [...]

[...] The child (Sean) was a girl—1432—France—and at one time your sister—strong literary abilities—some interest in music—should not be pampered for the personality is already given to indulgence. [...]

[...] It is a portion that can understand your (Theodore) being overwhelmed with work; it is a portion that can understand your being full with child (Sue); it is a portion that can understand the times when you wanted to leave physical reality (Ned); it is a portion that can understand the part of you (Sally) that wanted to be a star; it is a portion that can understand the part of you that wanted to conquer and is afraid to conquer (Brad); it is a portion that can understand the guilt you (Rose) feel for no reason. [...]

[...] When you realize you dwell in a safe universe, such defenses are unnecessary—and later perhaps you will see that they are as comical as a child is who screams in terror at a bogeyman. If there were a bogeyman the child’s screaming would not bother it a bit. [...]

[...] During those years Marie was in her late 20’s and early 30’s, and already incapacitated by arthritis; and, to quote Seth from a session held in 1964, she had “… often spoken vehemently of Ruburt’s birth being a source of disease, and pain, that is of her arthritis … If Ruburt’s mother had it to do over, she would not have the child — and the child hidden within the adult still feels that the mother actually has the power, even now, to force the child back into the womb and refuse to deliver it …”