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[...] This lead Ruburt to think of a note he wrote but did not send, to Father Martin. [...] Father Martin is a monk in a nearby monastery close to Elmira, and the author of letter #2, possibly enclosed by the envelope object, is Rhoda Monks.
(Jane did write Father Martin a letter on December 2,1965 that she never mailed. [...] Father Martin was a doctor before entering the religious life; he knows of the sessions but has not witnessed any or read the material. [...]
[...] Seth has also called Marian an excellent telepathic receiver, and has dealt with some of her experiences, concerning the death of her husband’s father, in past sessions. [...]
His mother, Father Ryan, Walter, some college friends, Mozet, Hays, all of those persons in one way or another implied strongly at times that he was either a saint or a devil, a creator or a destroyer. [...]
[...] He was afraid you would become like your father in his treatment of your mother.
(We discussed the questions at last break to make sure Seth would cover them tonight: from her records Jane recently realized that coincident with the mailing of the manuscript for Seth Speaks to the publisher, and the death of her father, near November 15, 1971, the condition of her legs took a decided turn for the worse. [...]
Both events are important—the death of his father and the mailing of the book. [...]
[...] Instead, you see, yesterday on two occasions he picked up the fact of his father-in-law’s illness, the phlegm in the father-in-law’s lungs and eschewing heart difficulties. [...]
[...] He is, however, strongly attuned as far as the father-in-law is concerned and has been for the past week, picking up information. [...]
([Gert:] “Can we help the father-in-law?”)
Your mother’s verbal expressions were often aggressive tools used against your father—that is, when your mother expressed love to you verbally, the words were so chosen that they became verbal assaults against your father.
You identified fairly strongly with your father as a boy. [...]
Your father expected the worst of the world. [...]
(The name of Father Martin came up in the conversation. [...]
Your acquaintance, Father Martin, will work out well if arrangements can be made. [...]
I would definitely speak to this Father Martin before approaching anyone else, simply because his attitude would enable him to work well with us, I believe that he may be available, though not for any long period. [...]
(Father Martin is well read in ESP and related fields; he conducts a correspondence also with monks in other countries, including a Tibetan monk.
(“You chose your father in this life because in many ways you were like him as Nebene. [...] You also picked your father so you could watch a family situation under those terms, because you knew you weren’t going to have any children in this life. And your father wasn’t nearly as anxious to have children as you might have thought, either, this time....”
[...] He was at one time, he was at one time his father’s uncle.
[...] As his uncle, the father was also involved with him in two past lives in the same relationship, and as priests they were also interested in the inner workings of the universe.
The father however had a particularly unpleasant life in 14th Century France, and (to Dave) if you will refuse what you had learned in the past, he could not force you to remember. [...]
[...] literally he deprived himself of blood so that he could live on his own terms, and so that the mother and father could live in ways that they have forgotten. [...]
[...] It might be added here that at the time of the visit of Jane’s father, on the night in question Jane had, as she was explaining some of the Seth material to her father and Midge, felt definite emotional “nudges” from Seth to hold a session, whereas upon the occasion of our visit with Bill and Ida in Rochester, she had not. [...] Neither of us seriously considered holding a session for Jane’s father and Midge, due to the turbulent circumstances.)
[...] It is true that conditions were far from ordinary on the evening when Ruburt’s father and the poor personality of the woman were here, and under such circumstances generally, I would certainly not recommend a session.
[...] In this capacity she saved a dowry, working for a very short time for friends of these relatives, and adding these earnings to the goods given to her by her father. [...]
[...] The mattress was straw but the bed itself was the best bed in the family, handed down from Throckmorton’s father. [...]
[...] A warmth that forms the very pulse of physical existence and yet is born from the devotion of our isolation; that is born from the creativity that is beyond flesh and bone, that forms fingers without feeling fingers, that forms seasons without knowing spring, that creates sand without knowing sand or ground, that creates the reality that you know without experiencing it, that forms fathers, sons and daughters and mothers without knowing what fathers and mothers and daughters and sons are, and yet from this devotion, from that creativity comes all that you know. [...]
[...] To some extent Ruburt equates me with a more knowledgeable Father Traynor.
[...] He felt deeply betrayed particularly by Father Doran, and resolved never to betray others in such a way.
This was because he had for one thing watched what he thought of as the two faces of Father Doran, who conned others in his preaching then showed quite opposing characteristics afterward. [...]
[...] Jane said she didn’t speak the initials aloud because she thought they might refer to my father, and that this was a distortion. [...] My initials are the same as my father’s; but although I am a Junior, I seldom use it after my name.When I do I abbreviate it as Jr.
[...] Ruburt thinks of your father, but is afraid of distorting the information.” [...] Later, she said, she realized the initials were meant to be taken literally, but instead she tried to interpret them; hence getting the idea of my father into the picture.
[...] As stated, Jane had an image of my initials on the note used as test object; but since my father’s initials are the same she feared she would distort the data by voicing the initials. [...]
For various reasons, the men in his family, his grandfather on his father’s side, whom he did not know, his maternal grandfather and his father, were highly independent, insisting upon working for themselves. [...]
His father, in his old age, did have a job for others, as did Joe in his late years. [...]
(I don’t know what Sarah’s father did for the cobbler. [...] Sarah’s father made fishnets out of seaweed, dried seaweed, sounds crazy, [...]
(Her father and mother weren’t there. [...]
[...] Sarah’s father did something for the cobbler, so he made shoes for the young brother and she was in the shop to get the shoes.
[...] In Florida he saw his father as the epitome of unreason and uncontrolled spontaneity, which had actually become a hodgepodge of unrelated emotional acts, and he felt you then deserting him symbolically.
All your parents frightened him, for he saw them as he saw his own father. [...]
Your father seemed to be, earlier, highly disciplined. [...]