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[...] There will be other significant data that will be observed, as he learns to use his ability. And much of this significant material that he will observe from his predictions will also apply to dream symbols.

(In addition Jane and I visited Jim and Marian Spaziani, our landlord and his wife, to make arrangements for them to attend the session for next Monday, February 8. The Spazianis will also bring a mutual friend.

[...] Ruburt becomes his poem during such occasions, and you become your painting.

I am not minimizing the necessity or power of intellect, but any activity in which the individual momentarily forgets the props of identity, and immerses himself, such an activity allows him to dispense with the practical limitations inherent in a closed system, and refreshes his psychic ability.

Ruburt should not work less at his writing than four hours daily, and when possible perhaps a few hours over the weekend. [...]

[...] Actually (pause), many other kinds of consciousness, while focused in their own specific ways, are more aware than man is of earth’s unified nature—but man, in following his own ways, also adds to the value fulfillment of all other consciousnesses in ways that are quite outside of usual systems of knowledge.

All of your manufactured objects also originated in the realm of dreams, first obviously being conceived of mentally, and in the same way man produced his first tools. [...]

(10:12.) Man’s dreams have always provided him with a sense of impetus, purpose, meaning, and given him the raw material from which to form his civilizations. [...]

[...] [Because of that, and for other personal reasons], he could find no release for the intense energy he felt, so he got rid of it, protected himself, and threw out his threatening biological posture: the viruses.

All of this has to do with man’s intent and his understanding. [...]

[...] You could not have maintained his health for many long years in any case. [...]

[...] That is one thing; but if an individual believes that it is literally impossible for him to travel from one end of the continent to another, or to change his job, or perform any act, then the act becomes practically impossible. [...]

[...] Man can be aware of the vast medium of probabilities in which he exists, and therefore consciously choose those best suited to those idealizations that point toward his greatest fulfillment. [...]

[...] Returning at 11:03, Seth finished his evening’s work by speaking on other subjects until 11:28 P.M.)

[...] Again, the male who was intuitive or artistically gifted in certain ways often therefore considered himself homosexual, whether or not he was, because his emotional and mental characteristics seem to fit the female rather than the male sex.

[...] Such identification cuts the individual in half, so that each person uses but half of his or her potential. [...]

[...] The “she” within the male does indeed represent portions of his personality that are being unexpressed — not because of any natural predominance of mental or emotional characteristics over others, but because of artificial specializations. [...]

Ruburt’s interpretation this evening of his condition was correct, however. [...]

[...] Since each individual creates subconsciously the physical matter of his own image, then it follows that the condition of this image is his own responsibility.

However, with his consent you could do as you pleased. [...]

[...] His girth was extensive, and he read poetry to Jane and her mother, Marie, every Sunday after dinner, with a booming voice and a dramatic flourish. [...]

[...] Bill said his ulcer had not bothered him, and Lorraine said that her neck felt much better.

Ruburt should now remind himself that he is indeed of a robust nature—that he is not frail, and that his skin is not delicate and sensitive, but healthy. This will help him counter some of the unspoken negative suggestions—that because of his small size he is fragile—

[...] I have no intention of disrupting your household, nor as Ruburt feared was this suggestion merely a trick of his own subconscious. [...]

My mention of the tree in the kitchen was made because I happen to enjoy seeing it when Ruburt makes his twice-weekly journeys up and down the living room floor. [...]

[...] It clearly illuminated his material in this session, as can be seen in the excerpt I’ve put together for this presentation. [...]

[...] (And, I can write later, Seth expands his family-of-consciousness material considerably in Session 732, Section 6, Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality.)

[...] He grunted and so forth in his sleep. [...]

Your brilliance (?) in your work, and Ruburt’s in his, partially results from the fact that you ignored the mental reality, the psychic and spiritual reality you saw all about you. [...]

We will not this evening give a broad outline to our friend, concerning his health. [...]

[...] So, though he would wish that we go quickly, we shall go slowly, for the nature of his own reactions causes in some degree the necessity for the illness.

But this illness is not so accepted by the whole self, or by the deeper layers of the personality, although certain general tendencies from past lives have aided the personality to strike out physically against his own organism in such a manner.

[...] Bill Gallagher said he agreed in general with what Jane was saying about his case, as far as he could follow the involved sentences in dictation.)

A particular man with a camera slung over his shoulder, who gets our friend’s attention. A handkerchief shows above his breast pocket. [...]

[...] The man who is given the book startles the man who gives it to him by quoting a line from Dante having to do with (his?) not appointing God. [...]

(Seth’s favorite name for Peggy Gallagher is the cat lover, since Peg is afraid of cats; and he likes to call Bill Gallagher the Jesuit, because of his never-ending questions.)

[...] The snow I used merely because the white was so blinding, and this led Ruburt to his own associations, concerning your parents’ house, and a particular photograph which was taken in the wintertime. [...]

([Florence;] “If we have relationships in our lives which are emotionally necessary—as Seth said was the case with Brad and his wife...”

([Jane:] “Brad should look into the reasons why he felt it necessary to stay with his wife.”

[...] And to lose that individuality, my dear friend, would mean that God had lost one of his voices, and that God had become deaf in one way and that one tone was forever lost. [...]

[...] And if you deny them, then you deny God his voice to that degree. [...]

[...] Although I was alone, there was much noise in the house, for my brother and his family were also there and his children were quite noisy.)

[...] A scientist there wondered if Seth could describe him or one of his associates. [...]

[...] Philip’s abilities along the lines of electronics have not been developed to near capacity, and it was for his own good that I mentioned them. [...]

And when I go more thoroughly into the actual manner in which man constructs his universe, this material will be a basic starting point. [...]

(I was shaking my head no, grinning, before Seth finished asking his question. My amusement wasn’t directed at the seriousness of his material, but arose because of the intense scrutiny Seth directed at me. [...]

[...] The analogy may be a simple one, yet each person chooses the living vessel of the body, with his or her own intents and purposes in mind.

The idiot is often able to experience in his or her own reality a freer, more generous, more faithful flow of emotional states, unhampered by reason’s sometimes stern dictates, and it is important that such a moderating tendency does operate genetically.

[...] At the same time our black cat, Rooney, who’d died in his fifth year, lay in his grave in the backyard of the house on Water Street.⁶

[...] Class may have to wait until Seth finishes his work on “Unknown” Reality.

(As if to celebrate our way of life and work in the house on the hill, we were visited last Saturday by Tam Mossman, Jane’s editor at Prentice-Hall, and a publishing colleague of his. [...]

[...] While you believe that to murder a man is to destroy his consciousness forever, then you cannot murder, and in your terms it is an evil. [...]

[...] But as I now recall them, without directly checking on our friend the pope, who has, you must understand, gone his own way, I am coming as close as I can. [...]

[...] Perhaps I should say two males, one in the higher capacity and the other his chancellor, with whom I was involved as pope. [...]