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Ruburt was somewhat afraid of the cat, considering him wild and caged originally, as his own mother had been in his interpretation. Ruburt therefore felt obligated to help Rooney, who did not really have any love for him — just as in his earlier years he [Jane] had felt obligated to help his mother.
[...] Rooney, though, is free of a distrust that he had carried with him this time, having to do with his background in that house across the way, and was grateful for those additional years you gave him.
[...] While the experience was exhilarating, it could have turned into a “nightmare” had his conscious mind not clearly understood; had he walked outside, for example, and found himself encountering living creatures rising out of each rainy puddle; and if for the life of him he could not have turned the creatures back. [...]
[...] His eyes were wide open and he stood in the exceedingly small kitchen — when suddenly there appeared before him a round soft yellow light.
I would add–not to this–that of late Ruburt is learning to let his subconscious mind work for him, rather than against him; having to do with the gallery. [...]
[...] I see him in a kitchen, and among some disagreement—disagreements, on this date.
[...] I asked him if he had any friends who might still be there, that he could write to for verification.
[...] I have mentioned rather strenuously that it is most necessary for him to find his own establishment. [...]
This cleavage has been literally a torture to him. It has caused him to hold back from fully developing his abilities; not only his psychic abilities. It has caused him to hold back in the development of his full writing talents, for these specialized creative abilities, the writing techniques, will come into their own now that the personality is more fully behind our work.
His own conflicts often made it difficult for him.
The improvement in the legs is continuing—the improvements taking place there because the legs worried him the most. [...]
The body beliefs, continuing their materialization, kept him discouraged, and promoted dire images of the future and so forth, that were quite in line with the beliefs involved. [...]
[...] At the time you sat behind him, you liked him very much. He was then an agreeable fellow, and you considered him as such.
Twelve people in a group, listening to him. [...] A letter from an F W. Findings that are surprising to him, involving somehow X’s and Y’s. Perhaps on the third, thirteenth or twenty-third of this month. [...]
In grade six, let us suppose that you had a severe disagreement with this same John X, and then you disliked him thoroughly. [...]
You made some comments very important to him—further illuminating how his past beliefs colors his thoughts, so that he looked at the worst side of the given picture. [...]
[...] You look at him on some (underlined) occasions—far less than in the past—with great impatience and disapproval, as far as his physical condition is concerned, so that he feels he would have greater dignity alone on his knees than trying to walk with you with that look in your eyes.
Yours were freer, more constructive, and he finally understood this, so you helped him. [...]
[...] Tell him that.
[...] I explained the insurance situation to him. [...] I gave him the names and phone number of Kathy Hagen, the Blue Cross supervisor who had seemingly turned down our major medical claim, and read to him the statement as to why that Andrew Fife had given me yesterday afternoon. [...]
[...] I’d thought A. Fife mistaken yesterday, but he’d repeated the same thing to Pete, and gave him file and form numbers. [...]
[...] Pete hadn’t asked me for any files or records, as I’d expected him to.
[...] The suicide story bothered him simply because it reminded him of Will (Ives), who had attended classes, and of a friend of Venice’s, who committed suicide many years ago, although a session was held for her.
[...] There are a few lapses, but overall he is changing that habit—and the point of power has helped him considerably there. [...]
[...] It would be a good idea now and then during the day for him to make circles with his eyes, without overdoing it.
[...] He likes to paint, but he does not regard that in the same way, so let him allow himself an hour a day for painting, or so many hours a week—whatever he wants.
His early background was relatively different: an invalid mother, no father, on welfare, et cetera, so his environment alone to some extent placed him in a different light in the eyes of his contemporaries. [...]
[...] Even in school, both religion and science teachers found him troublesome in that regard. [...]
You are both apt to say that Ruburt goes to extremes, and several times I used the word myself, and Ruburt never forgot it—but I did not use it with the same implications that it carries for him. [...]
When the psychic development began, Ruburt was triumphant, for his abilities were flowering, and intuitively he sensed that direction, but the part of him that also dealt with the world was somewhat appalled, for again, such behavior was not conventional, and it was not particularly “the way to make friends and influence people.”
[...] You can only offer your father support, that is all you can do for him now and be acquiescent. Let him maintain those responsibilities that he can still maintain. [...]
[...] No act of yours predisposes a future self to act or forces him or her to act in a particular manner. [...]
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. [...]
[...] But it will harm him in no way to help Mark in his endeavor.
[...] He knew that it would be quite an occasion for this young man to visit informally, so to speak, with the mayor, though he would vehemently deny it; and yet Ruburt did not want the man in the house, therefore denying him such a privilege at least in thought.
Mark, in attempting to help this other young man, may indeed end up helping himself, for it will turn him outward. [...]
If he manipulates that heritage well, then his expectations will work for him. [...]
[...] She said she now had the feeling that Seth would begin to discuss the affair of the house if we wanted him to. [...]
[...] I would suggest, indeed, that perhaps you hesitate as the first son, to be more financially solvent than your father is, and therefore in your own eyes symbolically shame him.
With him, however, the reinforcements are so perilously intertwined that I will make no attempt to straighten this out. [...]
Usually in these sessions only one inner sense is in strong operation, but as I mentioned in our last session, man does not trust anything which occurs to him or in him unless he is consciously aware of what he is doing, how he is doing it, and why. [...]
In prehistoric times mankind evolved the ego and self-consciousness to help him deal with the camouflage patterns that he had created. [...] The inside senses led him to a reality he could not manipulate as easily as he could a camouflage world, and he feared what he thought of as a loss of mastery.
The soul fantasy, or spirit fantasy, arose at about this time, and has been a disadvantage to him because it gives a name and a designation to one part of the whole self, setting it up against the other part. 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.
[...] He still wants to know if I am part of his subconscious—and I must admit I do find such an idea appalling—and he wants his answers given to him in a manner which his conscious mind can understand. [...]