“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Have him read or read to him—the recent passages dealing with the use of the conscious mind and the use of the subconscious mind, when I discussed their various roles. [...]

You can also tell him that he can welcome new motion, knowing that it surely leads to recovery. As more new motion is introduced it will be easier and easier for him to go along without fear, but in a true thanksgiving. [...]

Ruburt has been so used to constricted motion that the sensation of new motion sometimes startles him enough to cause tenseness in the area involved. [...]

[...] Your dehypnotizing sessions are very important in helping him become accustomed to new motion. [...]

His mother would pretend suicide just to punish him. He felt therefore that he caused your illness, that in a way you were punishing him for the frivolousness that made him suggest you leave a conventional background and your parents, and go with his father in Florida.

His mother’s scorn told him this was a part of a bad blood heritage, an inevitable part of his condition. Ruburt felt that his mother only liked him because of his writing. [...]

[...] Your illness frightened him more than anything else since his life with his mother, because he could not allow you of all people to be ill because of him, as explained.

(9:37.) One of the best influences on him are the few pages in a book by a psychologist about the creative personality. [...] (The Essence Of Being, by Abraham Maslow.) They release him to a strong degree, but in the past there has been a bearing down afterward, a renewal of repressions, if he became frightened if the spontaneity has worked.

[...] One thing I can give him; buy time for him to do whatever he wants, be free of family and money problems, if he worries about me he isn’t going to feel responsible to get a job and my symptoms give him an excuse not to socially (old ideas) and the symptoms cut down on my flamboyance which has class to express itself in. [...]

[...] This in itself is good, but his idea of “work” was what limited him, and what is still limiting him. [...]

[...] [But he could have chosen somebody else and he chose me because I had these ideas about work, wouldn’t threaten him with kids, make him get a regular job, keep us focused, etc. [...]

[...] (The new threats being the death of my mother; our freedom to travel, now that we have finished Personal Reality; the absence from home and the interruption of routine, etc., as we talked about tonight.) Reading our book however kept some improvements alive, and it was but a matter of time before he would read again the sessions of work that I gave him (as Jane did today). [...]

[...] His impatience is meant to remind him forcibly that he is indeed serious about his recovery, and assures him that he will not “fall back.” It also provides him with a release of withheld aggressive energy that serves to some extent as a muscular stimulant. [...]

Let him use his arms and hands more. [...] Let him begin doing so. The attempt and the willingness will bring results; and let him picture himself in these activities.

[...] Physical work or activity, almost indeed to the point of exhaustion, will be good for him, for the muscles will react with deep spontaneous relaxation.

[...] Let him imagine himself performing varied vigorous activities until he is nearly exhausted, and then imagine the ensuing deep relaxation.

[...] This applies to him only. [...]

[...] We told him that Jane had little if any fatigue after such displays, no matter how long they might last, and referred him to the 158th session as an example. This session was among those I had left with him Sunday evening.

[...] He said that Dr. Rhine’s sweetness had led him into traps where his controls were not rigid enough during experiments, that his disposition was of the type that would not make him crack down. [...]

[...] I had written to Dr. Instream on June 1,1965 and sent him sessions 138, 141, 142, 149, 153 and 154, plus lists of the inner senses and the basic laws of the inner universe as defined by Seth. [...]

[...] This was to be followed by lunch with him before we left to visit my brother Bill in Rochester.

The winter doldrums always affect him, but are of course reinforced. Today’s visitor (Josette) came in response to Ruburt’s need, bringing him appreciation and a new encounter—but tonight’s session dictation can be of considerable benefit to you both. [...]

[...] He wondered at first why Elizabeth did not perceive him, and he remained unconscious of his own funeral. [...]

[...] This prevents him of course from breaking the patterns.

[...] He begins with the pendulum and drops it, but neither do you encourage him to persist.

Ruburt feels if you love him you will make the effort, but you retreat. [...] You project upon him the attributes of emotional extravagance that you fear in your mother. [...] To him this meant that his emotional mobility could be expressed privately at home under conditions you both found acceptable, but not physically through the body. [...] The spotlight serves as an impetus for him, and as an impediment to some extent for you—so he was trying to use the spotlight as an impetus for action precisely because he doubted his abilities. [...]

[...] He interprets this to mean that you want him to be spontaneous as long as it is acceptable, as long as he blends with others, as long as he does not go too far. [...]

[...] There are inner developments already beginning, however, that are helping him. He feared for a while, again, that it was not possible for him to walk properly or move normally. [...] Reread my last material on him. [...]

[...] But now Jane found it difficult to elude him, since any quick movement set up spasms in her neck.)

[...] I lay my paper aside, scooped up Willy and deposited him in another room behind a closed door. [...]

[...] In the interim I have succeeded, as you might notice, in straightening him out to some degree.

[...] And to Ruburt, I am sorry for the regrettable circumstances that make him unable to hold a session. [...]

[...] Knew him before. [...]

(“How many dogs does he have with him?”)

(“Is there anybody else with him?”)

[...] She put them on him unknowingly.

Now yesterday Ruburt told Frank that he would see him every other week, and he told a white lie to cover the real reason. Frank had brought him flowers. [...] Ruburt felt he must have hurt Peg’s feelings, and this made him also feel somewhat abandoned, fearing that the friendship might simply lapse.

[...] The best was probably the opening of fluent communication between the two of you, and Ruburt’s understanding that you would go full steam ahead to help him recover—his understanding that you did indeed want him to recover. [...]

[...] The character of such nonsense reminded him of the worst elements of the psychic field.

The next two days his hips were going through considerable changes and it hurt him, so he did not walk nearly as much, and you both became frightened—Ruburt more than you. [...]

[...] Reaching for him to make him move, I grabbed his tail and at the same time nearly lost my balance. [...]

[...] The psychic explosions that have been fairly regular with him in the past, have been minimized to some considerable degree since our sessions began. [...]

This is with him a fairly healthy reaction, and less disruptive than he thinks. [...]

Subconsciously however, the very regularity is reassuring to him, since a fairly permanent pattern exists despite the flux and flow of conscious inclination. [...]

There should be no vacation unless Ruburt takes the manuscript with him and works upon it. This would work out very well both for him and the book. His natural energies will carry him along here, and these energies will be reflected and caught in the book itself.

[...] The impulsiveness caused him to forward the money already received, however. [...]

[...] For short periods, sunbathing will be restful for him.

[...] I will leave him in it, and close this short but most fruitful session. [...]

[...] The exuberant expression of your love, for your love for him is exuberant, found no expression in the overall of an active, direct, clear route, but was diverted through concern, and through mention of the threats you felt might surround him.

[...] For him, quickly now, again the eyes are all right. [...] The body has been softening, giving him a feeling of vulnerability, you see.

[...] If you play those games and do poorly, you at least have a right to shout “foul” now and then—and I will tell you something: Prentice looks out for your interests in the person of John (Nelson) far more than you give him credit for. [...]

[...] An occasion will arise, or a period of time, in which your love for him wants to find expression. [...]

[...] At times his own energy frightens him, and then it seems to abandon him completely. [...]

[...] He will always work quickly and intuitively, this is beneficial and characteristic of him. [...]

[...] It should be followed through for it will open him to new developments. [...]

[...] In the first place, if you imagine that a particular student will misbehave, you are automatically sending him a telepathic message to that effect. [...]

For now only, let him put aside images of himself walking. Instead, have him imagine comments by others, such as you or a doctor or a friend, expressing their delight and amazement because Ruburt is walking (softly). That is, have him put the stress on the comments momentarily, forgetting his body entirely. Have him imagine your face, or someone else’s smiling and enthusiastic, saying. [...]

[...] I have not imposed it upon him. [...]

These remained until another intuitive realization (tonight) would free him. [...]

[...] It took him some time to accept the fact of the sessions, and when he did so nothing would do but that he overdo, and accept them as a task rather than a joyful creative endeavor.

[...] I know him, and hence I have suggested the periods mentioned in our last session, with weeks set aside for sessions, and time off from them. [...]

If you hear him uncomfortable in the night, a word of comfort does make him feel less isolated. [...]

Lately, when he lies down, and the pressure is off, his hips, hip joints, and hamstrings have begun new adjustments that are at a certain level uncomfortable—but because that frightens him the discomfort is more than it would be otherwise. [...]

[...] That attempt, of course, brings him into conflict with whatever doubts still stand in his way. [...]

I will have further pertinent material myself to add to the overall category of Ruburt’s situation, but I am simply making this evening’s session to give him a sense of immediate direction, and in his case to break the ice, so to speak. [...]

I did briefly give him a message: attend to what is before you, for it is there for a reason. [...]

[...] When Ruburt has typed those small later poems, the path will seem much clearer to him. [...]