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[...] He identifies with what he thinks of as his logical thought, and the abilities of reasoning. [...] He does not identify, again, with the processes that make his logical thinking possible. Those processes are spontaneous and ‘unconscious,’ so it appears that anything outside of his conscious control must be undisciplined or chaotic, and lacking in all logic.
“Man is therefore set against his nature in his own mind, and he thinks he must control it. [...] But he himself has largely closed the door of comprehension, so that he only identifies with what he thinks of as his rational mind, and tries to forget as best he can those spontaneous processes upon which the mind rides so triumphantly.
“The scientist carries the burden of this alienation, and in his heart he must hope that his mission fails — for if it succeeds he will have effectively separated man from man’s nature in the world of beliefs, philosophically casting man adrift as meaningless psychological debris. [...]
[...] 2. We want to offer his comments on Jonestown and Three Mile Island in the order received, even if they don’t always come through within the context of “official” book sessions. [...]
[...] Ruburt’s own painting, his knowledge of his psychic abilities, his love of Joseph — all served to form a pattern which then attracted the Cézanne material. [...] His craft or art of writing brought the material to clear focus. [...] Ruburt used his own abilities as a container, then. [...]
[...] Since this fits in with Seth’s chapter here, I’m including his comments:)
[...] His painting of late is no coincidence, for he is dealing with nonverbal information, organizing data in another way, and thus activating other “portions” of the mind.
[...] It seems to Ruburt that his thoughts are negative a good deal of the time—naturally—and that he must take effort to change them. Of course, instead it is the other way around: his thoughts are creative and exuberant—naturally—when he leaves himself alone, and the troublesome thoughts that seem so natural now are the results of acquired mental patterns as he began to distrust his own nature, as given many times.
The material just given has also been given for that reason—for trusted, his mental life would blossom overnight. [...] He was afraid, too, of his own spontaneity, as I have so often said—when of course his spontaneity is the best insurance of protection, for the mind and body know when there is danger and when there is not. [...]
[...] His trust in his body will grow as the program is implemented, and you have barely begun to utilize it.
It also involves subsidiary accomplishment that is not demanding, but that would always be a necessary part of any avocation of his. [...] I want him to list his physical activities, so see how many new ones he can perform in a playful manner. [...]
It is somewhat natural, now that he has determined to get better, that he become aware of his own evasive actions, as he has. [...]
[...] (with emphasis) is instead implied, and that entire reorientation will effortlessly bring about a new relationship of Ruburt with his body, with his life, and with the adventure the two of you have embarked upon. [...]
[...] Gus was on the other side of the door, on the screened-in back porch, as he should be — only then I saw to my amazement that he was starting to walk through the glass panel in his eagerness to get to the food. I felt his head pushing effortlessly through the glass, and exclaimed about this to Jane, who sat at her usual place at the breakfast table just in back of me. [...]
[...] He’s a year younger than I am, and lives with his family down in Pennsylvania. He’s become quite religiously oriented, as is his right. [...]
[...] Ruburt did not stress this in his interpretation, which was otherwise excellent.
(11:24 P.M. Seth’s production of his book had come to be a natural part of the framework by now. [...] Seth was on his own, Jane said. Many people knew about his book by now.
You may smile and think to yourself that it is quite difficult to imagine a Roman senator addressing the multitudes through a microphone, for example; his children, watching his performance on television. [...]
In these periods he understands that he had his hand in the writing of the play, and he is freed from those assumptions that bind him while he is actively concerned with the drama’s activities. These periods, of course, coincide with your sleep states and dreaming conditions; but there are also other times when each actor sees quite clearly that he is surrounded by props, and when his vision suddenly pierces the seeming reality of the production.
(According to Seth, each individual chooses the time and place of every “life” in his reincarnational cycle.)
A strong saving grace in all of the personal and household turmoil she lived in, Jane told me often, was her relationship with her maternal grandfather, Joseph Burdo, her “Little Daddy,” as she called him because of his diminutive size. [...] Joseph Burdo had become estranged from his wife, Minnie Finn, long ago. He was a man of few words, yet he nurtured in his granddaughter a love of nature that she was to cherish for the rest of her life. [...] However, extremely inarticulate in his last life, due to an inability to synthesize gains in past lives… That is, in his feeling of unity with All That Is, he excluded other human beings....” [...]
Ed told me that his car was in a garage for repairs. Tomorrow he was to take the bus from Schuylerville to mail his weekly set of strips to the syndicate via the faster service provided by the post office in Saratoga Springs. If I drove upstate, he suggested, I could meet him late in the day at the post office, and then we could go out to his place. [...] I paraphrase all of his dialogue even though my memory is good: “Bob, there’s a couple you’ve got to meet—her name’s Jane Zeh and her husband is Walt. [...] Ed added that a few days later, on Saturday night, the Zehs were to join a gathering of friends at his and Ella’s home in Schuylerville.
[...] Walt gave me background information about Jane’s history, and his own, and the welcome news that he had married again and fathered several children. [...] His passion was railroading, and after his retirement he and his wife traveled extensively by rail.
Walt passed along his discovery of the Seth material to his family. [...] Finally, I received news of his death from one of his sons. [...]
[...] Like me, he didn’t believe that Fred flew here from Denver—that is, talking a stewardess into giving him free transportation all that way—yet Fred got here somehow, and I explained that the manuscript of Fred’s that I’ve looked over contains descriptions of his landing in Pittsburgh, PA, and working his way east through a series of stops at restaurants, in which he’d add to his manuscript each time. [...]
[...] For example, Mr. A in his bedroom telepathically picks up the thought of his brother many miles distant. [...] If he merely picks up his brother’s thought, and the thought is, quote: “I am dying. I wish I could say goodbye to my brother,” then the receiver of the message could form the apparition of the dying brother, and then perceive it in his bedroom.
You will note that he has had his own psychic experiences, and has been able to draw knowledge from them and from his own intuitions. [...]
[...] Usually they are formed by his ideas. I try to direct his image making, but in both instances the same process of image making is involved. [...]
[...] The perceiver constructs the pseudomaterial apparition as he constructs the physical image of his contemporaries, but in, or rather and in line with telepathic data that is received by or from the consciousness whose material image is being constructed.
[...] (Pause.) I am letting him do a good bit of his own work, however, rather than doing this for him. The ability is his, and it is he who will use it. [...]
They are also in the nature of little tests on my part, for I can tell by his performance where his strong and weak points lie, and in what direction he needs my support.
[...] It is that the lines, seeming so realistic, also symbolically suggest what the viewer himself cannot see in his own face, but knows is there. [...]
He is learning to use his abilities now in various ways,, though you have only begun to learn what they are. [...]
[...] He places his weight often upon his hands, increasing circulation there, bringing about the flush of color, but this only occurs with certain arm motions that suddenly release blood to the hands—that is, that release it more suddenly than he is accustomed to.
Now his sight has not deteriorated. [...] With his astigmatism the slightest variations of muscular activity become apparent, so that vision is affected one way or another. [...]
Ruburt’s box is his box in Framework 2, of course, with a slot for his suggestions. [...]
[...] In fact, I think his material and insights into the species’ behavior is the only sensible body of material on the subject that can stand questioning and understanding—no small achievement, as I often remind Jane. [...]
[...] He had found his direction —though that direction did not follow his beliefs. He was naturally meant to go in areas that would confound his earlier upbringing.
[...] But he didn’t. I said to Jane later that it seems Seth will tailor his material to suit our needs and/or moods of the moment, which may be one of the ways to integrate blocks of his material into a larger whole, which can display many facets or approaches.)
(In the last session Seth promised to begin dictation on his latest book after a long layoff, but as things turned out the book was not begun anew. [...]
[...] According to Seth’s suggested use of the point of power, and his late deleted material, one isn’t supposed to dwell on the past, but go forward from the present—two major blocks of material, I told Jane this evening, that at first glance seem to contradict each other. [...]
[...] … Often, just beforehand Ruburt does not have a thought in his head … and then my ‘excellent’ dissertations begin, if you will forgive a touch of egoism on my part. He wants to know where the words are coming from and still wonders if I am a part of his subconscious; and I must admit that I find such an idea appalling. He wants his answers given to him in a way that his conscious mind can understand. [...]
[...] He began to go into the inner senses more thoroughly and Rob really pricked up his ears, hoping that Seth would mention his three recent experiences. Were they the results of his fumbling attempts to use the inner senses?
Rob took his pad over to the high old-fashioned TV set we had then. It made a good desk, and he stood up to take his notes for the rest of the session.
The next day, though, Rob found himself “paying” for his freedom from notes. [...] It was much easier and quicker to work from his own handwritten notes.
[...] Even now until the almost immediate present, Roarck has followed in this life his esthetic leaning. He chose to be born under rather poor circumstances, and until the near present made little real or rather effective attempts, but only halfhearted attempts, to seek better conditions for his present personality. [...]
There is a strong inclination toward protection in his personality. This is partially wholesome and partially the result of fear on his part. [...]
[...] Jim also wanted to tell us about two of his friends who had been running some telepathy tests with personnel at the parapsychology lab at Duke University. [...]
[...] Bill stated that in his opinion these two fingers were noticeably “fatter” than the corresponding two on my left hand. [...]
(Speculating about a triangle in which he was involved, John said he could see where the weak point would be his immediate superior, his district manager in Rochester, and the strong point would be the regional manager in Long Island. John told us his district manager was offered the job of regional manager recently, but turned it down for various reasons; more money would have been involved also.
The other man will be strong but his strength and yours will reinforce each other. [...] Someone who is immediately behind him, seemingly with no power, will nevertheless prevent his movement.
[...] His own ambitions override all else. While he is honest when he says something, his own ambitions betray him into untruths. [...]
[...] He will lose his position as far as bargaining power is concerned, or he will let it go. [...]
[...] After that he quit adding his address to his letters. In the meantime I’d put his address downstairs in storage among many others, and hadn’t taken the time to find it so I could answer — another of the mail hassles that crop up often.
[...] I could tell he didn’t understand that to be a creative leader one didn’t follow others, but went out on his own. I knew as we talked that his flattering opinion of me, at least, was being shattered.
[...] He quite forgot that he shouldn’t project his own feelings upon someone else who could be quite different. [...]
I am speaking to reassure Ruburt his temperature is a sign of healing as the body throws off what it does not need.
An individual who has survived physical death can if he wishes recreate any portion of his own past as it was. He can recreate any portion of his own past in any way he wishes, changing his own actions within it if he so chooses, combining and reforming the entire composition. [...]
[...] He breaks through into “current,” in quotes, physical reality, but he cannot step forth freely into it, but is imprisoned by his own overpowering and blind purposes.
He does not realize his condition. [...]
He may think of some hypothetical literary writer—a composite image again, comfortable enough, slightly avant-garde, fashionably so, in contact with his peers, quite forgetting again that his—and his mind has always been far less conventional than that, far more probing and again, forgetting that he always enjoyed viewing society from a vantage point slightly outside of it. [...]
[...] Your psychological growth is not something you can look at in the mirror, yet it is that growth that is also responsible for your painting and writing Ruburt’s books and his connections with me. In a fashion Ruburt’s symptoms are caused because he tries to understand his abilities and his life in a too-limited context, with definitions still too narrow. [...]
[...] He tries to view his own work through some idealized image of a psyche who is as gifted as he is as a writer, and also highly gifted in meeting the public, putting on performances, acting as a healer, as a prophet, and as an expert therapist all at once, and in so doing his own characteristics and natural abilities and inclinations become lost along the way. [...]
The books themselves show that he is more than fulfilling his promise as a writer, both in scope and artistry. [...]
[...] Working with it Ruburt can use his own creative abilities as he attempts to make a work of art from any given book. Psychologically his interpretations and comments add another dimension that he scarcely realizes at present.
[...] Addressing himself as a writer to ordinary people will enlarge his own creative abilities. Many of his short stories, so addressed, are products quite as good as the poetry.
His idea of intellectual merit sometimes presupposes a lack of emotionalism. Speaking to the reader releases his intuitive and emotional and creative abilities.
[...] He should understand this, and explain it simply to his students.
“If you will remember our imaginary man as he stands upon a street, you will recall that I spoke of his feeling all of the unitary essences of each living thing within his range, using the first Inner Sense. [...] If he so chose, he would also feel the past amd future essence of each living thing within his range.”