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[...] They are meant as directing forces. [...]

Here Ruburt tries to force a situation, to set up on his part an incentive where he will be spotlighted, and therefore knows he will perform well, having chosen a “critical,” dramatic framework.

[...] Instead, for example, many of you accept the way of drugs, where such feelings and thoughts are thrust upon you, or forced out of you while you are denied the stabilizing comforts of the conscious mind.

Let us make a clear distinction here: Your conscious beliefs direct the flow of unconscious processes which bring your ideas into physical reality, so while your thoughts cause your experience, you are not consciously aware of how this takes place (forcefully).

[...] At this time the plan is excellent, to offset the tight discipline that Ruburt attempted to force upon all other elements of the personality. He has been depriving it physically, in a misguided attempt to force it into the ego’s idea of spirituality.

[...] You cannot equivocate (to me, forcefully). [...]

(All of this material was delivered quite forcefully.)

[...] And this is the force that is behind your own art and all creativity. [...]

[...] From one inharmonious high-pitched yell for example, if you listen, you as an artist can sense the self that was forced to make that sound, perhaps emerge with a prize, an excellent portrait, or simply an unique and individual mouth. [...]

[...] It is this basic conception, however, that also forced him to face one truth despite himself—that of continued existence, to which he gave the word immortality.

[...] Like most of the human race you feared the inner world so strongly, even though you were somewhat acquainted with it through your art, that nothing but panic would ever force you to try that invisible knob.

You can never force them to exist for a specified period of clock time, nor for that matter can you do that to a dream. [...]

[...] Once you take this first step of spontaneity, you will actually receive evidence that even your conscious mind will be forced to accept. [...]

[...] What you call the subconscious is merely an ill-defined meeting place of inner and outer experience; and I am forced to use these terms inner and outer only because of your misconception of duality.

[...] In the first place, your most pragmatic scientist is even now forced to admit, as even Ruburt knows, that solid objects are not solid; and the interesting sidelight of this fact must be that your faithful, tried and true, so-called dependable outer senses are in reality lovely liars, since the eyes see a chair as solid while the chair is not solid at all.

[...] That is, they change their form, their subjective force or direction, and become part of the working mechanics of the universe. [...]

[...] To refrain from argument while simultaneously and deliberately forcing thoughts or pictures of peace, represents a positive action. [...]

[...] But her impatience is growing, no doubt about it, and if it continues to do so I’m sure it will bring about — even force — changes in her behavior and attitude. [...]

(Jane’s Seth voice was a bit stronger than usual, more forceful, and with the usual pauses.)

[...] At the same time he felt the need to contribute financially, and he felt that you were tying his hands by forcing him to make money in ways in which he was not particularly equipped to do so, while forbidding him to be a success with books.

[...] Finally he had to force himself to work on it, and at times he could not work on it. [...]

[...] Augustus One, now in manhood, was forced to perceive the nature of these beliefs to some extent, yet when he was here visiting Ruburt he still would not examine them.

The nature and importance of belief appeared so eloquently that Ruburt was astounded, and found himself forced into some complicated psychological footwork. [...]

[...] Others may insist that because of their transgressions they will be cast into hell, and because of the force of such belief, they may for some time actually encounter such conditions. [...]

(10:25.) A strong belief in such opposing forces is highly detrimental, however, for it prevents an understanding of the facts — the facts of inner unity and of oneness, of interconnections and of cooperation. [...]

[...] Their reality is the result of the most precise balancing of forces so that certain mental events appear quite real, and others are peripheral. [...]

[...] Such persons use the various elements of the personality as spies or soldiers, scattering their forces (pause), and forced under those conditions to set up elaborate communication systems to keep those portions of the self in contact with each other. [...]

[...] The Moslem Kurds of Iran and Iraq, minority peoples with strong roots in eastern Turkey, are rebelling against the military forces of their respective countries; and Pakistan has become a place of shelter for refugees from Afghanistan. [...]

[...] Remember, we are dealing with a scattered force, various elements of the personality sent out to do different tasks—and in a fashion they are caught between the superior self and the debased self. [...]

(Seth added a few sentences of personal material for Jane, then ended the session at 10:40 P.M. Jane’s delivery had often been very animated and forceful, and I told her she’d done well. [...]

[...] In the same way, society seemed no longer to be a group of cooperative individuals, of creatures gathered together; but it became an alien, outside force, threatening the individual as much as it supported him.

(10:54.) Now Ruburt, because of his beliefs, “artificially” disciplined his muscles so that he would be forced to concentrate upon what it seemed you and he both thought was most important in life—your work.

If there are angry winter roots / within my many seasons /
a wildness untempered / by reason’s ways— /
a force, weirder and / more elemental than /
autumns demented fervor / (raging yet glorious, orange and /
green leaves splintered, / falling everywhere) /
then, so there is.

And as autumns fierce / moods have their /
reasons—in nature’s / deeper sanity / so must…/
my undeviating / direction— /
Though my thoughts’ leaves singly / seem separate /
they ride in one elemental / force / carried weightless— /
Then with them let me / be so supported /
though my tumultuous journeys carry me, / like them, /
above stormy treetops. [...]