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He saw his mother, but the image was a projected one. [...] He felt he could not see properly, meaning he could not see his way out of the situation. Yet when he asked his mother, “Can you see?” it was obvious that she could.

[...] He knows what ones I mean. They emphasized the fact that he could indeed walk better.

He tried to loosen the hampering bedding, and could not, but a doctor —a young man—came to his aid, loosened the bedding. [...]

[...] The cats did not represent your physical cats (Mitzi and Billy Two), but old comfortable beliefs about the nature of the spontaneous self connected with ideas he picked up from his mother, in which cats represented the worst aspects of human behavior and impulses: they fawned upon you, yet were evil, and could turn against you in a moment.

Ruburt constantly tells himself he cannot walk properly. It is reasonable for him to say that now he is not walking properly. [...] He can walk properly. He has hypnotized himself into believing that he cannot. [...]

[...] He is convinced of it, he has told himself that so often. One man who wrote you said he got sick to his stomach when he tried to write, and Ruburt could see easily the suggestion operating. [...]

[...] He would accept the financial burden gladly, if he could combine it with his writing, and in return you would do much of the household chores. [...]

[...] For these he received verbal reward. He went along, you see, for it suited his purposes also.

[...] He let the class know through his statements and general behavior that he thought such tests were beneath serious consideration. [...] I suggested that he try the experiment too, but he wouldn’t; and his attitude discouraged enough students so that he could say, later, that the low number participating made tests results impossible to evaluate. He dismissed all of the hits made as coincidence.

[...] The man’s attitude was apparent the minute he came in the door. Personally he wouldn’t touch a medium with a ten-foot pole, but since they did exist and he knew of one, he felt duty-bound to “expose” his students to the phenomenon. And undoubtedly, he patted himself on the back for his broad-mindedness.

[...] But he didn’t want to reconsider or evaluate his preconceived ideas of the nature of personality. He missed an opportunity to broaden his outlook, and, perhaps, to find the kind of evidence that would convince him that human personality was far less limited than he supposed.

[...] He began by stating that he had always cautioned me to maintain a good balance between solitude and activity. Then he spoke to the professor of the psychology class:

For part of him was determined to gain worldly success, and he was always caught between wanting freedom, but he would not pay the price, or wanting worldly success for which he was not willing to pay the price. So that part of him that wanted success was attracted to your mother, who also wanted the same thing, and he spoke to her with that part of himself only. [...]

He did not tell her because he knew she would have had no part of him. [...] Then when she discovered that he was not willing or able to go either way, or pay either price, she was enraged and embittered, and did not think of him as a man. So she hated this sister of his and thought: was this, this squalor, what he wanted? [...]

For your father was a great pretender in those early days; a dude and even a braggart, and he hid the part of himself that was aloof and sensitive, and wanted freedom. So he could be successful in no direction, for he did not know who he was.

[...] He took great pains in his work, but he was also frightened; and the world confused him and he chattered, again like a squirrel. [...]

[...] He had given us some information about this life in previous sessions, and now he told me that I wouldn’t again die of cancer (a mistake in tactics on his part, since he had long ago told me to give up cigarettes, and I haven’t complied. He has never tried to bully me into giving up the habit, merely saying that it didn’t help my overall health or development).

[...] For when Ruburt ‘ran home’ he automatically withdrew the energy [of his attention] from it. … Ruburt tried to separate from himself all those elements he considers negative, and fight them at once, almost as if in so doing he could remove evil from the universe.

Seth went on to say: “The evil that Ruburt imagined he was projecting outward does not exist, but because he believed it did, he formed the materialization from his fears. [...]

“But this fact is Ruburt’s safeguard in his out-of-body travels—as long as he remembers it. The words ‘May peace be with you’ will get him through any difficulty in other layers of reality—for as he formed that image, others also form images and he could encounter them. [...]

Ruburt even has a latent gluttonous desire for rich foods that he has conquered. Nevertheless although the cigarette habit satisfies these basic old habits, he will be able to let it go. He is a gobbler, that is all. A gobbler of ideas, of emotions, of atmosphere, in some ways a veritable sponge soaking up whatever he can, but he has learned discipline and he is learning a certain amount of patience, which is difficult for him.

[...] He has given up in this life gobbling food and drink. In past lives he was never temperate, neither in a physical sense, emotionally or intellectually. [...] He was always very generous for example and kind, even overly kind. On the other hand he ate and drank too much. He was just overeager as a rule.

[...] He was always a pleasure-loving personality however and avoided anything unpleasant. [...] In other lives he was able to exist without too much adversity and this time he chose troublesome and truly tragic circumstances as a needed challenge.

His temper when aroused was very great however and he retaliated instantly. He had never known hatred however. This time he has had to deal with it in a most intimate manner. [...]

[...] If he really trusted it this evening, he would simply have had a change of plan, and held our session tomorrow. But then he worried that perhaps he might not get all of the material tomorrow, so it is a matter of learning to trust yourself (with some gentle humor). [...]

[...] In Ruburt’s natural, quite periodic rhythm of creativity, he writes rather steadily, exuberantly, and inspired. That is how he operates naturally. In between, he needs variety, change, rest. He is regenerating, and those periods are also natural, and act to increase the creative “periods” of obvious daily production. [...]

He has been doing exceedingly well, for him, in that regard, following impulses to houseclean and so forth—trusting the entire shape of his nature. He simply then for a while bumped into some of the old beliefs again, worried that his impulses would not lead him to write sufficiently. [...]

With Ruburt rising in the night, sometimes you vaguely worried whether or not he could navigate properly and sometimes when you are out of the house you also wonder: is he safe alone? [...]

Ruburt fears that if he were suddenly better he would add to your distractions, so when distractions seem threatening to you he emphasizes the symptoms: if he were better, would you want him to do all the chores? [...] If he were better he could help you with the chores—but if he could, would you then withdraw to your studio and leave them all to him? [...]

[...] When he wrote them down he got on top of them, so to speak, and he could decipher their meaning. [...] You wonder what is wrong with him, that he cannot understand what he is doing.

[...] He wonders what would have happened had he done something else. [...]

[...] Had he not delved into deeper questions, he could very well have been the novelist, going no further than a novelist can into the nature of personality or motivation.

Man does have an instinct and a desire to live, and he has an instinct and a desire to die. [...] In his life [each] man is embarked upon a cooperative venture with his own species, and with the other species, and dying he also in that regard acts in a cooperative manner, returning his physical substance to the earth. [...] Spiritually speaking, his “purpose” is to understand the qualities of love and creativity, to intellectually and psychically understand the sources of his being, and to lovingly create other dimensions of reality of which he is presently unaware. (Pause.) In his thinking, in the quality of his thoughts, in their motion, he is indeed experimenting with a unique and a new kind of reality, forming other subjective worlds which will in their turn grow into consciousness and song, which will in their turn flower from a dream dimension into other ones. [...] In order to do so he has taken on many challenges.

[...] He spoke first in an automatic fashion that began in his dreams. In a fashion (underlined), you could almost say that he used language before he consciously understood it (quietly). It is not just that he learned by doing, but that the doing did the teaching. [...] You might almost say—almost—that he used the language (pause) “despite himself.” [...]

[...] He does not naturally murder. He does not naturally seek to destroy his own life or [the lives of] others. [...]

[...] John too was surprised; he double-checked his figures to make sure he was right before ordering the weaker lenses. [...]

[...] He is not as healthy as he would like to be, because his physical mobility is impaired. He does enjoy many of the most necessary elements of health, but he would like a higher interest, greater rewards in terms of health. He does this by mentally changing over his account (emphatically) from Framework 1, where he is indeed improving through effort, trial and error and determination—but improving at a far slower rate than he would like. [...]

He changes his health account to Framework 2, where he need expend no more effort than he is now, but the results, or the interest, will be far more than doubled. He gives himself a time period during which he will not check the account. He will not worry in the meantime about how the results are to be accumulated. He will trust the account. [...]

He will not worry, either, about the comparatively lesser interest or regards he received in the past. He will feel that the account is changed over. [...]

[...] I hadn’t expected him to use our bank accounts as analogies, but saw at once what he was up to. He referred to my changing my own account last Monday and Jane’s today, to the purchase of six-month treasury certificates.

He just told you that when he begins to speak for me he senses an entire tall structure of words, and unhesitatingly he lets that structure form (intently). The same is true with his ability to move and walk; the more he trusts his energy, the more his spontaneity forms its own beautiful order that results in the spontaneous physical art of walking — and he is indeed well along the way. [...]

He was afraid that it acted according to its own reasons which might not be his own — or so he thought. Now he is beginning to understand that his energy is the gift of his life — to be expressed, not repressed — and to understand, again, that spontaneity knows its own order.

All of this, of course, applies to Ruburt’s situation — for once, indeed, he willed himself into immobility, willing to sacrifice certain kinds of motion in order to safely use other kinds of psychological motion, because he was afraid of his spontaneous nature, or his spontaneous self.

(“I didn’t want to interrupt while you were reading,” Jane said, “but I began to get what he’s going to say about a whole lot of things … He’s going to get into epilepsy, and say that it’s a result of your fear of your own power, and short-circuits it. [...]

(9:28.) It is very important that he understand that. [...] There is no need condemning the attitudes he will be inspired by on both the long and short projects. He will receive new insights and inspirations. Now he becomes frightened that he will not. You can help him there as he discusses his feelings. He depends upon creativity, for example, as you do, to provide a more or less steady source of enjoyment, excitement, personal accomplishment—not to mention livelihood —and as per last evening’s session, creativity operates in ways that may appear uncertain. [...]

[...] They should be recognized for what they are, and he should (underlined) definitely express them to you when he feels that way. [...] This does not mean that he should concentrate upon them, of course. [...]

[...] His attitudes toward the medical profession (pause) are indeed changing—not that he sees medical practices in any more favorable and overall light, but that he recognizes that absolutism is no answer either. [...]

Ruburt thinks that way fairly easily, so let him use the same kind of thought with his physical and psychic mobility, mentally imagining that he is opening inner rooms, discovering inner territory that has remained unclaimed or going back into delightful rooms, filled with motion that he had momentarily forgotten. [...]

A rich man who tries to be poor for a day to learn what poverty is learns little because he cannot forget the great wealth that is available to him, and he can very easily return to his fine home. And though he eats the same poor fare as the poor man for a day and lives in the same poor house for a day or a year or five years, he knows he has his mansion to return to and so he cannot relate. [...]

He knew in his mind that he was ready to go on to other spheres of activity. Subconsciously, or unconsciously then, he looked about for the means and chose those immediately available. [...]

([Theodore:] “The ones he can or the ones he thinks he can?”)

He knew. You insist upon equating identity with the ego so if the ego does not know, you say he did not know. [...] It is the tiniest portion of him that he did not inform. [...]

Not only this, but he needs other interests to refresh him. I have in the past suggested he resume painting. [...] He need not always be so serious. [...] He has been hammering again, though now he hammers with a better purpose. [...]

[...] He is trying too hard. He sees he has changed his ways, and now wants to do so with a vengeance, you see. (Humorous emphatic delivery.) He has dropped the relaxation exercise, and this should be resumed. [...]

He has felt the need of sleep because he has been overly anxious to set things right. [...] Months ago he would not have allowed me to speak until he had a return of symptoms. [...]

[...] Remember he is to trust the inner self. [...] He must remember to focus within the present. When he is going about household chores for example, let him give his mind a rest. [...]

He learns from his students. He is sensitive to their needs, and therefore demands more of himself than he would otherwise. [...] I will help him when he asks me in his classes, as long as he does not ask too often. [...]

Your confidence in him is important here, for he still harbors Irish superstitions having to do with contacting the dead. [...] (Jane pointed to the large heavy green table up by the living room windows.) He does not need my help with the small one, and the time and circumstances were not good on the other occasion when he requested my aid.

(Not knowing her at all well, John could verify little of the data; he took a copy with him to check out with the girl next time he sees her. He did know she had been in Hazelton less than a year, returning there from Philadelphia, which is on a river.

[...] John Bradley was misquoted there; he has heard of alfalfa extract, and indeed remembers his mother using it many years ago. [...] The alfalfa product should be available at health-food stores, he said.

[...] But in these cases the personality was filled with an inner dread, and to some extent resented those he helped. If he were out helping others, then who will mind the store? He was afraid his stock would be gone.

In two other lives there was instead the development of inner abilities to the exclusion of others, a closing down of the windows and a barring of the doors, and he would not look out and no one dared look in. He would make horrible funny faces at the window of his soul to frighten others away, and yet through all of this the inner abilities did indeed grow. He added to his stock.

He had a tendency to hoard in these two lives. [...] He has already opened up the door, and he has already begun, but barely begun, to synthesize these inner and outer conditions.

[...] Tan had questions concerning his father and his girl, Eve and told us he felt he’d had extended psychological connections with both. Eve, he thought, has been pivotal in his life.

[...] He can keep his spirits up considerably by remembering to devote three hours to writing—James or otherwise, but he should not lapse into worrying about his condition. He should make an honest attempt at those walking exercises. Some days he will know that his body wants to relax, but even then the walking should be attempted, for the improvements will have an opportunity to work along with the body mechanism in operation.

[...] He is pulling that probability toward him. When he is beginning a book, however, he does not think “This is a probable book.” [...] That is because he does not dwell upon possible impediments, and is relatively self-confident.

[...] (See Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality.) In the realities in which you saw him in the dream state, he was a wanderer—lonely, from your viewpoint, not his. The dreams represented your symbolic understanding that he was “a loner” in the probability in which you knew him—and in that guise you saw your father.

[...] This particularly applies to times when he is worrying about what might happen, or how he might perform in the future. [...]

[...] He is gifted in dealing with people. He has the capabilities that allow him to hold his own very well, blocked only by fears and hesitations. He does have a very strong private nature, along with an ability to communicate to others—and as my material stated this morning, a greater understanding of his impulses would lead to a natural balance. He might not want to see anyone for months, in which case his impulses would be to refuse any interviews or whatever. [...]

[...] He can quite rightly disapprove of the condition, however. He should, again, perhaps with your help, now write a new list of his accomplishments, and also of his positive characteristics, so that he keeps self-approval in mind, and your compliments when he does look well are always helpful.

[...] Briefly: Ruburt has always felt the strength of his abilities, even before he recognized consciously the areas into which they would lead him. From many sources—literature, psychology, religion, biography, he felt that creative or artistic people, those highly gifted, were persecuted by others, hunted down, misunderstood, and poorly equipped to deal with the social world. On the other hand, he felt that they were beset by errant impulses, extravagant, destructive behavior, the taking of drugs, overindulgence in alcohol, or even by suicidal tendencies.

[...] It is significant that he has of late felt like standing unsupported, even if only briefly, for this means that he is beginning to sense a point of balance. He should encourage those impulses whenever possible, of standing unaided, even if the time is brief.

He cannot see into his body. Frank’s diagnosis of the beneficial changes in muscles, ligaments and strength, is quite accurate, though even he is unable to deduce such other deeper changes.

[...] This may be momentarily disturbing simply because he wants to sleep through—but the body is roused on purpose. He is trusting the implied, the invisible world of the mind, waiting for definite improvements in walking. [...]

[...] That is why he noticed the change for the better in bed, when he tried stretching his legs with no weight upon them.

Ruburt does not feel blue now “for no reason” as he often did. [...] He actively enjoys his food. [...]

[...] He is closer to the 47-year age limit, and has whitish hair. He is fuller in the face than Senator Dirksen, as Seth states. [...] John met Mr. Murphy just once, briefly, he states, and has no idea of the man’s position in politics, his influence, etc. [...]

Also he will meet a woman in this town, a woman he has met here before, and he should not encourage any relationship. [...]

[...] He told us this evening when we met that he had been asked to run for county commissioner by the assistant district attorney of his hometown, Williamsport, PA, but did not tell us anything else particularly. [...]

[...] He has not seen her for a long time, nor has he been to The Elms recently. [...]