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[...] This morning, Georgia and another aide banged Jane’s right shin hard against the metal frame of the stretcher they put my wife on to take her to hydro. [...]

[...] He looked supercool in his cut-off denim shorts; his long hair curled into natural corkscrews, his light durable frame seeming to luxuriate in the heat while my light durable frame turned into a sponge that added ten pounds of fatigue.

[...] He could not assimilate the information, and became frightened, to some extent at least, at the vastness of the experience involved, as if the ancient yet new knowledge that he sought for his individual reasons was so encompassing that his own individuality would have trouble handling it while retaining its own necessary frame of reference. [...]

He was bathed in that light, however, filled with it, refreshed by it, and given new comprehensions that will now emerge in his experience in a piecemeal fashion that can be assimilated in his normal frame of reference. [...]

Your attitudes before—and after—our last session, about Ruburt’s condition, can be equated however with precisely such uncreative and cowed frames of mind. [...]

He has made efforts, now, but the daily notes help reprogram his frame of mind. [...]

The eyeglass dream portion: the old black frames of the glasses represented old beliefs. [...] The glasses came up cleansed, but together again, and the frames were updated—so that Ruburt’s fears, encountered as he is doing of late, actually allow him to see better and clear his vision. [...]

My own frame of reference, however, is no longer focused on my reincarnational existences. [...]

(At her suggestion I’d brought in her old wire-frame glasses, but they didn’t seem to make much difference. [...]

Now again let me tell you, though the hour be late(quite loudly) and though Ruburt thinks that such demonstrations as these are hardly worth the effort (quite softly) and childish endeavors at best, I still want you to know, as I always want you to know, that my vitality is your own and that the energy that swings through this small frame is but an echo of the energy that swings through your own personality.

[...] and that can show joy, and show its existence and reality, that can call to you beyond space and time, that shows such energy, that shows you what energy can blow through such a small and slight frame... [...]

In a flash of insight it occurs to him that he also has been painted — that there is another artist behind him from whom his own creativity springs, and he also begins to look out of the frame.

In those terms, I am outside of your “frame” of reference. [...]

[...] In Ruburt’s other books his critical prose frames interior events, but in Dialogues there is no such frame. [...]

[...] Beneath our living room windows, a carpenter pounded on an outside door frame as he repaired damage done to the ground floor of the house by the flood of last June [see the 613th session in Chapter One]. [...]

[...] However, in your frame of reference, no thing, in your terms, is hurt without giving acceptance to the hurt; without attracting it and without bringing it to itself, for within your frame of reference you form your own reality. [...]

[...] Again in Seth Speaks, see Seth’s material at 10:07 in the 539th session for Chapter 10: “You may perfect [that past life], in other words, but you cannot again enter into that frame of reference as a completely participating consciousness — following — say, the historic trends of the time, joining into the mass-hallucinated existence that resulted from the applied consciousness of your self and your ‘contemporaries.’”

[...] You choose, in other words, to accept a given picture of the world, and you use that picture as a frame within which you form a life.

Now, I evolved to form my own entity and he will, but he is not at that stage as yet, in your terms, and yet in another frame of reference he is, of course. [...]

[...] Now you can predict some events and they occur, but you create the future in every moment in your frame of reference, and time in your terms is plastic. [...]

[...] Only within your particular frame of reference does there seem to be a contradiction between action that is simultaneous and yet unending. [...]

[...] Jane liked the man so much I put it up on the bulletin board—not easy, since it isn’t framed.

He has free will to make any decisions that he is able to make (intently). This means that his free will is contained, given meaning, focused, and framed by his neurological structure. [...]

[...] For example, a man in a desperate frame of mind is more apt to emphasize the unpleasant aspects of the news and to see bitterness rather than the joy in the faces of those he meets. [...] So your frame of mind when projecting will largely determine the kind of experiences you have.

(From his notes:) I was pounding some nails with a hammer, working on some frames. [...]

[...] You should frame it and put it on the wall.

Now again, let me tell you, though the hour be late (quite loudly) and though Ruburt thinks that such demonstrations as these are hardly worth the effort (quite softly) and childish endeavors at best, I still want you to know, as I always want you to know, that my vitality is your own and that the energy that swings through this small frame is but an echo of the energy that swings through your own personality. [...]

And this part that you see and that appears in this room and can show joy, and show its existence and reality; that can call to you beyond space and time; that shows such energy; that shows you what energy can blow through such a small and slight frame—that self is a small part of my reality. [...]