“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Did Ruburt feel like making love during your working hours in earlier years, you actively discouraged him, and told him through actions and words that displays of innocent affection turned you on sexually, and disturbed you when you wanted to paint.

[...] The fact that you were not making much money in the framework the two of you accepted, led him to work the harder, determined to publish his work.

[...] His identification with the importance of the mind, then, and his focus as a writer, allowed him to inhibit physical motion in a way you would not have done. [...]

[...] The love of the sportsman for motion can instead be used to encourage him toward physical performance. [...]

[...] See Jane’s very evocative passages about him, as well as my drawing of him in old age, in Part Three of her book of poetry, Dialogues.

[...] I clearly sensed that it was possible for him to improve his beliefs about life, and that the benefits from such a course of action would be great. Nor did I merely wish he would change just so that I could avoid the pain I felt watching him deteriorate. [...]

[...] Jane was doing so well delivering the material for him at a steady, intent pace that I’d expected her to continue for some little while. [...]

His painting will serve him well in this respect, and his psychic energies will indeed be refreshed and renewed.

If I can satisfy him, then indeed we will be able to satisfy anyone, for he is so stubborn.

He has learned much however since our last session, and you can see that it was much better that we allowed the distortions to come through in our first test, since it allowed him to learn more about the simultaneous existence of our consciousnesses during a session.

I may therefore myself congratulate him. [...]

[...] More will come to him as he writes his notes in the morning. [...]

A turn of events for him, in an opposite direction. [...]

We shall, then, take a very brief break for Ruburt’s benefit, since I always give him one after this sort of material.

[...] Ruburt, with this book before him as an example, should know that he can now expect more of himself, and should not be satisfied with less. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s book ordinarily would have taken him, at the very least, four months with ordinary efficiency. [...]

[...] Actually, it was a note from him to Prentice-Hall, asking for review copies of the Seth books, and that his note be forwarded to Jane. He wanted her to write him. [...]

Ruburt’s reading in college, and his friends there, led him to believe that the artistically gifted were not too well equipped to handle normal living. [...]

[...] I want him to allow for greater physical spontaneity, to perform a physical act when he feels like it, and for greater psychic and creative spontaneity, both in his working hours and outside them; to concentrate on creativity, not time; for then you use time and it does not use you.

[...] Now, a thought to him is a creative experience. [...]

[...] And some of my energy, you see, also comes from him. [...]

[...] He knows a portion of him is filtering down into this room. [...]

[...] The teacher is quite legitimate but he is not there when you see him. [...]

[...] There is no reason for him to confine himself to psychic books alone, in any case.

I have myself repeatedly urged him to write more poetry. [...]

[...] Rigidity of attitude, setting up either/ors, is a problem, and you can help him recognize when he does this.

The pressure put upon him by himself, and discussed by you, having to do with his own work. [...]

(4:49 p.m. Joe discussed his fears with me last night when I visited him, but I didn’t get a chance to tell Jane about them until I saw her in 330 this afternoon. [...]

(Note: Margaret didn’t — instead, she told Jane that Joe felt so much better that the family planned to take him home Wednesday night, instead of Thursday morning.)

[...] This knowledge alone will release him from any fears that would make a minimal unpleasantness more noticeable.

[...] Do then remind him gently that he should not become impatient, while realizing that that is natural enough in its way. [...]

[...] There is no one reason why Ruburt has not used the hot towels with any regularity, or why you have not reminded him—rather, a combination of reasons. [...]

[...] The quickness in various portions of the body may at times confuse him, for other portions cannot as yet keep up. [...]

[...] Help him to trust the spontaneous self, and as you shall see, these ideas are indeed directly opposite to those of your educations, so do not be impatient.

[...] Afternoon—all that hassle about the nutty bunch in New York call Tam—going to send him Bed. [...]

“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.

[...] Somewhere in here we received from our friend in California the photocopies I’d asked him to obtain, of the frontmatter for the Spanish-language edition of ESP Power. [...] The very next evening Jane allowed him to come through with some extremely important material.¹³

“The dream representing his grandfather symbolically allowed him to go back to the past in this life, to a time of severe shock—his grandfather’s death—which occurred when (Ruburt, at age 19) was beginning to substitute scientific belief for religious belief, wondering if his grandfather’s consciousness then fell back into a mindless state of being, into chaos, as science would certainly seem to suggest. [...] His grandfather survived in a suit that was too large, which means that there was still room for him to grow. [...]

[...] The bonding did not secure him that vital sense of safety, and he felt threatened by abandonment. [...] The ‘troublesome’ material remained relatively inactive until his curiosity and ability led him to actively challenge those ideas while [he was] also in a situation where the natural fear of abandonment might be suggested. [...]

(Then we talked about her grandparents in connection with Jane and Marie; her grandmother’s death; the lawsuit against the town, which I don’t think I’d heard about before; welfare; Jane’s grandfather, Joseph Burdo, and her feelings for him, and so forth. [...] I was surprised to hear her say that she’d never read any of her poetry to him.)

[...] Ruburt had spoken about feeling isolated at times, and the experience was meant also to show him that isolation itself is an illusion.

The anima, therefore, is an important safeguard, preventing the male from over-identifying with whatever cultural male characteristics have been imposed upon him through present background, environment, and education. [...]

[...] The particular way in which he does so, can tell him much about his own reincarnational background in which he operated as a female. [...]

[...] The anima or woman within will rouse him to make compensating actions, causing an upsurge of intuitive abilities, bringing a creative element to offset aggressiveness.

(9:37.) Ruburt needs your help once again to reassure him that relaxation is safe, that it is safe to let go, that he will not fall into darkness, that his muscles will actually become stronger as they relax, and that his creativity rises to the surface when his body and mind are more relaxed. [...]

[...] Seth often did this — whether we asked him to or not — closing out book and/or general sessions with comments of varying length for Jane and me.

[...] The dog’s desire for food led him to walk magically through the door, for the desires of the natural creature are satisfied (pause) with an ease that has nothing to do with your ideas of work. [...]

[...] He will simply automatically get better, because the framework will allow him to do so.

[...] Gus, the friendly old Shetland sheepdog who belonged to our neighbors across the street, came up to the storm door, looking for the handful of dry food I give him each morning when I scatter birdseed in the driveway. [...]

[...] With a sudden inspiration I kept my hands on his head until they went through the glass with him as he withdrew. [...]

[...] Only his lack of confidence in the past held him back.

The acceleration propels him into a state in which he can operate quite well, while going beyond all those normal psychological realities that he would personally call his own. [...]

In such a state he literally uses incredible power, in terms of energy, now; and the volume of the voice in many cases is an attempt to help him use some of this, and discharge it, while he learns how to use it, and until he is taught other purposes to which it can be put. [...]

[...] (Pause, pointing to Sue): This one here is waiting for him to come back, so she can feel the difference.