“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It was not an ending to him, but a beginning, and it will be a beginning to you both. You will not see him now the heir to vulnerability, for he has passed beyond it in your terms, and he chose his own gateway. You will not see him grow old, but he has grown old many times, and there was no need for him to grow old again.

[...] It would have been indeed almost a penance for him to have stayed here longer. You did not save his life one time, you helped him save his soul, and he gallantly returned the favor; for he at one time was tempted to use his abilities for power and to use the priesthood for gain, and on that occasion you stopped him. [...]

[...] John brought with him confirmation of some of Seth’s predictions given in the 439th session, to Jane’s pleased surprise. [...]

[...] He was of an ancient entity, and you have known him in other lives. [...]

[...] At the gallery, for example, when your psychic work began, he did not speak out, and you encouraged him not to, and you both considered this as a scientific kind of breakthrough. When Ruburt discovered that his energy and abilities had led him to a point where he was at odds with religion and science, and had no place to roost, thematically, he became very worried.

First of all, it is important to realize that Ruburt’s unconscious, so called, is not working against him on purpose, sabotaging his projects. [...]

[...] Whenever our sessions, your own efforts, or other events, have convinced Ruburt either of the personal safe universe or of the basic safety of the self, that reassurance helped quiet the unconscious fears, and allowed him then to direct his will toward physical improvements.

Later, when he returned home, he learned that he must toe the mark again, or Welfare would put him in another home. [...]

Also she loves Philip, and would not consciously want to dominate him if she could. He senses this subconscious need of hers however to hold him, and resents it vigorously. She attempts to dominate him in her own way, and on a subconscious basis, and it is indeed by appealing to him through helplessness. At the same time she does not want him to give in to her.

[...] Ruburt is not particularly pleased with what he knows I am about to say, but I am not held by the same social rules that hold him in this particular manner, and I know Philip (Seth’s entity name for John Bradley) perhaps better than he does.

[...] To her she fails as a female if she cannot hold him in line. [...]

[...] She does not want to dominate him through feminine wiles, and yet subconsciously she feels driven to do so.

Remind him of his kindnesses to your apartment-house neighbor, Miss Callahan, to his many students, and of his love for you. Also remind him that he did not deal with malice toward his own mother. Do remind him affectionately and often that for many years he loved his mother deeply, and that his own existence made his grandfather experience a love that was a light in his later years.

[...] Let him find that motion. Above all, reassure him, and feel its presence. [...]

[...] The mysterious, creative healing energies do sustain him. [...]

[...] Remind him that Ruburt loves nature, and always has. [...]

Ruburt’s dreams will be part of this evening’s discussion, as they apply directly to him and as they represent the beautiful, even exquisite imagery of the dreaming self in general. [...] Ruburt used painting as an art in the dream rather than writing (pause), because it symbolized your joint ideas of art—to some extent, now—and allowed him to have you in his mind as he viewed the dream events.

[...] When his prospective employer sets a time for a meeting, however, by telephone, Ruburt cannot hear him clearly and so must double-check. [...] Ruburt knew he could gain sufficient-enough prestige by using his abilities in other directions; by being, say, a director of a gallery, or by accepting any of a number of positions, such as teaching, that had been offered him in the past.

Developing symptoms kept him at home, away from such temptations. [...]

[...] The dream gave him three scenes representing various areas of his life in terms of time—the institution of the gallery and his early ideas, the office representing the world, and his hiding place, which was a kind of storage barn. [...]

[...] When you make love to him, assure him of your emotional love and concern, and affection. In the beginning stress this, and lull him. [...] Use the word husband often, reminding him of your realistic relationship. [...]

The old neighborhood has enclosed him, and he must now truly escape its limitations while using the psychic potential of his experience as an integrating power. [...]

There were deeply-significant roots to his relationships with the various priests, that had almost magical connotations to him and his psyche. [...]

Ruburt has wanted you to rub him for the sake of physical contact and reassurance, this being more than acceptable to both portions. [...]

And she watches him, and she tries to push him like she used to. (She did push him and rule the roost.) She wants him to get up and do something instead of just sitting there. [...] She says she’s here… And she wants him to get up and act like a man.

She wants him to be his old self. [...] (She wore beads a lot.) She was trying to get through Jerry to get to the father because she wanted him to know that she was with him as much as ever, and then she sort of laughs and says more so, probably more so.

I think a name with an M (Harold Malin—she called him Malin—said it quickly), and she’s yelling at him, he’s a miserable…trick to play, and I’m trying to cut out the swear words.

… but this didn’t have a goddammed thing to do with it… That she still cared for him. She chased him all over the house one night. [...]

[...] You knew him again under circumstances highly similar. [...] You had too little faith in him. [...]

I have no particular love for water so I can’t explain its meaning for him. To him it meant release and freedom. [...]

He chose to leave when he did, when you would miss him most and question most. [...]

[...] His illness itself made him question, until finally he realized the great mental vitality he possessed. That mental vitality led him to trust his body once again, and to act in direct contradiction to those previous beliefs of the doctors, family, friends, and society that had so bound him.

[...] To him sexual love must stand in direct opposition to spiritual love, so that his relationships with women put him in an impossible situation—and desire itself ultimately becomes a condition from which one must escape. [...]

(Two notes: 1. Last Thursday, March 15, Frank Longwell brought a two-day-old lamb with him when he visited us. [...]

(“I almost feel him around.” [...]

These mass suggestions include not only those given to him by others, both verbally and telepathically, but also those suggestions that he has given to himself while in the waking or dream states. [...] If now you see him and think that he looks miserable—or that he is an incurable drunk—then indeed these suggestions are picked up by him subconsciously though you have not spoken a word, and in his already weakened condition, they will be accepted and acted upon.

If, on the other hand, thinking of him under the same conditions, you stop yourself and say gently to yourself: he will begin to feel better now—or his drinking is temporary—and there is indeed hope here, then you have given him aid, for the suggestions will at least represent some small telepathic ammunition to fight off the war of despondency.

[...] Now if you would change an individual, change your thoughts toward him, and changes will appear in the sense data world.

[...] If you continually expect any individual to behave in a particular manner, then you are constantly sending him telepathic suggestions that he will do so. [...]

He drags his feet because he does not want to go, because he is afraid that he will be in the poor condition that his imagination has gotten him into. [...] His mistake has been in letting his imagination work against him, thwarting his desire, rather than for him.

[...] (Pause.) One point, not having to do with the sale: he feels that you and Ruburt have no time for him, since he moved away. Telepathically he picked up your envy, and it hurts him because he is afraid of his own driving concern for money and security. This is why he plies you with food and drink when you do see him there. [...]

Now tell him he has learned, for in the past he would have allowed this to continue, and he did not. You help him pluck out the mood. [...]

[...] This does little to help the gardener but put him out of commission for a while, and it does not pluck any more weeds.

[...] His mother taught him to be extremely fearful of his subconscious, and the rigid ego became a protection from it and her. As he grew older he thought of the ego as a balancing agent against an inner spontaneous self that always, it seemed, got him into trouble. [...]

He reacts favorably to the color green as I told him. It has a healing quality for him. [...]

He responds to the totality of stimuli that reaches him, regardless of the way in which any given stimuli is received. [...]

[...] The affair with Muriel was known to him, though again he is not consciously convinced. [...]

(After I received no answer at Paul’s office, I thought of waiting to call him at home after supper tonight, with Jane’s agreement. Five minutes later, however, I decided to try him at home after all. [...]

It was originally Ruburt’s loyalty to you that led him to see Paul in the beginning, because Paul had been friendly to you and you liked him. [...]

[...] I called him at the office this afternoon, but there was no answer. [...]

[...] Had you told him “Never mind, when the time comes you will make it,” that would have been adequate enough. [...]

It keeps him in touch with the powerful portions of his personality that search for truth, out of joy in the activity for the quest itself. [...] When he considers work as paramount, however, or thinks in terms of “the work of my life,” that emphasis inclines (with amusement) him to think primarily of results rather than of doing. It inclines him to see his ideas as existing in direct conflict to those of your contemporary times. That focus inclines him to a quite literal insistence that his creative material should in its way act like some supernatural doctor’s prescription that can be at once taken like a pill to solve each and every problem of each and every correspondent, and of course to solve his own problems as well.

He did not want me to tell you this—but your seriousness, much as it is well-intended in “Unknown” 2 and its notes, bothered him. They inclined him further to think in terms of his life’s work as a highly serious, no-nonsense endeavor, a body of work to be set against the world’s other great works.

It was important that Ruburt state his position, for example, by saying clearly that the symptoms threatened him, and that they threatened him more than any scorn, and important also that he state that the symptoms inhibited his writing. [...]

The truth, as he interprets it, is no longer the joyful, curious, creative, free search for truth, let it lead where it will; but the idea of a life’s work makes him think “Who’s following me? [...]

[...] His name is Ralph Ramstad and we haven’t heard from him in any manner for many years. I went through Pratt with him, and Jane met he and his wife once after we were married and were still living in the NY metropolitan area. [...] He had none and I offered him a pair of mine, saying I thought they’d fit well enough. But when he pulled the shorts up around his waist the blue denim kept turning into a blue Turkish towel type of fabric that he tried to pin together so they’d cover him and wouldn’t fall down. [...]

[...] He was not sure enough of his new world, still enough a part of the old one so that he saw his life and abilities often through the eyes of the “old world inhabitants”—the others who might scorn him, or set him up for ridicule.

They represented parts of his own psyche, still, at that level of consciousness, not having quite assimilated the greater knowledge or experience, so he felt he needed protection—the protection that would beautifully, cleverly and insidiously serve all of his purposes, allowing him to go ahead as he wanted to, but with control drawn back to the body’s discontent. The discontent would still keep him at home working, and yet also serve as a control against too much inner spontaneity until he learned that he could indeed trust the new world of experience.

[...] Have him show it to you. [...]

[...] Your attending class, and hence symbolically standing with him as he relates this greater understanding, not distantly but to individual encountered human beings—a good point, important on your part, for you have never before been willing to encounter others at such a direct level.

[...] I give him access to large fields of focus, I help him change the energy that he uses in perception into other directions, to turn it inward. I made information available to him. [...] I gave him nudges to lead him in the proper direction. [...]

[...] Beyond this however Ruburt has no(smile) love for detail, and will always use detail as a clue to see where it will lead him. [...]

(Pause, one of many short ones, etc.) Now I was teaching him, and I went along with his natural interests and inclinations. [...]

(Smile.) You might tell him that although he does not know it, he has a fine subconscious understanding of detail, which he then puts together and synthesizes. [...]

Praise him, without of course overdoing it (smile) but praise him when he is doing well and showing improvement, and encourage him. [...]

We want him now too busy and joyful to accept symptoms. [...] Additional energy is usually available to him during spring season, and it must be used to facilitate a complete cure.

It will be highly advantageous now for him to renew projection attempts. [...]

[...] He will be in better condition than he has been in several years, and he will have learned lessons that will help him immeasurably.

The acknowledgment of such impulses in the procedure just given will automatically help build Ruburt’s trust in himself, and it is a good idea for him to note such impulses, for later on certain occasions he will be able to see how such and such an impulse, followed on its own, led him to such and such a beneficial event—an event that at the time was completely invisible or unforeseen.

[...] This trying-too-hard has caused him some distress.

[...] Preparing Oversoul Seven gives him a good point of concentration, yet beyond that he should allow himself the leisure and pleasure of playing with concepts, with poetry, and even with painting. [...]

The ideas I have just given will help Ruburt build up self-trust, and in the main that is all that is holding him back right now. [...]

(Long pause.) Ruburt broke through both psychically and creatively—that is, the sessions almost immediately provided him with new creative inspiration and expression and with the expansions needed psychologically that would help fulfill his promise as a writer and as a mature personality. He was still left, however, with the beliefs in the Sinful Self, and carried within him many deep fears that told him that self-expression itself and spontaneity were highly dangerous. [...]

(Long pause at 9:48.) As he became better known, so it seemed greater demands were put upon him. Another image of the self comes into consideration, so that it seems to him that he is expected to be nearly a saintly self—or at least that he is regarded as someone who is expected to perform in an altogether superlative fashion. [...]

(“Can you give him a suggestion that would help him with the table, and going to the john?”)

[...] His psychic recognition or initiation represented a remarkable breakthrough, meant to give him that additional psychic room that would insure the continued expansion of the abilities of the natural self. [...]