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Get her home as soon as you can. Make whatever suitable necessary adjustments in terms of providing nursing care, but all in all it will work out much better to Ruburt’s advantage, and your own, to get him home, with whatever promptness is achievable. The will to live is strengthened in your own environment more than it is in this (hospital) one, and can be revived to a remarkable degree. Refreshed in your home environment. This is not as impossible as it appears, and should be carried out with promptness.

The medical environment is highly detrimental at this point in time. The necessary medical help you might need can be achieved at home, but in any case your best solution lies in that immediate direction and in that necessary move.

Further help is more readily available there (at home) also because of the state of Ruburt’s mind and condition, and the situation is not as impossible as it seems to be—that is, the move is not as unreasonable or arbitrary as it might appear to be. The promptness is of importance, and great help will be available there.

You are otherwise in the middle of a syndrome, which can take considerable time to unravel, and in the home environment this can be achieved quicker than it might appear—that is, this advice is not as arbitrary as it might appear.

[...] I intend to ask Jane a series of questions like this, and the answers, or her realizations, will govern the success of any project involving her return home. Today’s question was simple enough—but I wanted to know what would be different at the house when she returned home this time, compared to the situation at the house before she went into the hospital. [...]

[...] Take Ruburt home. [...] With what he has learned, he can put much to advantage that he could not have earlier, but the base of operations should be from the home, where surely his spirits will be far more easily maintained and upheld. [...]

[...] Prospects for Jane’s return home look better than I’d dared hope a day ago. [...]

[...] But return home, where always the spirit finds its greatest succor. [...]

The first journey from one home station to another, unfamiliar one may bring you in contact with various kinds of bleed-throughs, distortions, or static. [...] Before you can pick up the “next” station, for example, you may see ghost images in your mind, or pick up distorted versions from your own home station. [...] That applies to your home station or physical world as well.

Even your home station has many programs, and you have usually tuned in to one main one and ignored others. Characters in your “favorite program” at home may appear in far different guises when you are between stations, and elements of other programs that you have ignored at home may suddenly become apparent to you.

This can show you what was missing from your home station if you know how to read the clues. You form your home station according to your beliefs. If you firmly believe, again, that sex is wrong, then your home station may involve you in a life “programming” in which you constantly try to deny the vitality of the flesh. [...]

[...] When it does, recognize it as your home station, and mentally let yourself drift further away from it. [...] If ever you grow concerned simply return to your home station, back to the left or right according to the direction you have chosen. [...]

[...] Of course, on one level Ruburt wants to be home, and you want him home also. On another level, he is afraid of going home, thinking it almost impossible under current conditions. [...]

He is afraid of going home because of current conditions — but that fear also prolongs current conditions. To some extent or another, you have both been afraid of making any plans at all concerning Ruburt’s return home, because they seem impractical at the present time. [...]

(Jane’s been pretty blue lately, wondering whether she’ll ever get home again. [...]

[...] I found myself thinking as the session progressed that what’s needed is not the allaying of any current fears about going home, but the more basic ones that are “responsible” for the whole situation to begin with. [...]

Joseph felt strong leanings toward Mr. Markle’s home. Though the price was quite high, Ruburt and Joseph thought about buying it, and were taken through the home by the real estate people. A coincidence — a mere trick of fate that Joseph could be walking through the old man’s home,² and that Mr. Markle would be spending his last time in a nursing home, as had Joseph’s mother — meaningless but evocative that this house was for sale, and that the old man was insisting upon a price higher than the house is worth, just as Joseph’s mother insisted upon a high price for her own home, and determined to get it.³ Period. [...]

[...] Now of course he is an old man, unable to tend to his home any longer. He is now in a home for the aged, but well cared for.

[...] An elderly couple recently moved from the second house to a home for the aged. [...] All of this is quite natural: Many homes are for sale because the elderly can care for them no longer.”

[...] There are more “coincidences” involved than those Seth described tonight, none of them consciously known to Jane and me before the Sayre adventure: Mr. Markle is in a nursing home but a few miles from where we live in Elmira, and my mother spent her last days in a similar home less than 15 miles away; one of Mr. Markle’s children lives in Elmira, and is connected with a store Jane and I have visited; Mr. Johnson, of the real estate couple that conducted us about in Sayre, did sign painting and truck lettering as a younger man, as I did; he and I had several mutual acquaintances in Sayre, among them an older artist of some reputation — and now deceased — that we had known in our high school days; and so forth.

(This session came through two days before I was to join a meeting of doctors, nurses, and other personnel at 11 AM, Tuesday, to see about arrangements for Jane to return home. [...]

[...] Take the child home with as little delay as possible, for then will the banners (pause) fly in new formation—freer, easier, and closer to nature’s ways. [...]

[...] This portion is either simply impatient, and perhaps not trusting of the snail’s pace at which we seem to move, or it doesn’t even know that a return home is imminent. [...]

The Sumari always come home. They have never left home and they know where home is and none of you have left your home and the Sumarian in you knows that very well. [...]

Some Sumari come home quicker than others and some Sumari take their time. [...] But there is always an opening door when the Sumari come home. [...]

[...] And when the Sumari come home (to Rachel), I would like it if they stayed home for awhile, which means that I would like to see you around for awhile. [...]

(But I soon discovered at the funeral home that it mattered not; people wore anything. [...] I told John I expected to attend the service tomorrow at the funeral home, that I was willing to be an honorary pallbearer, providing the times worked out. [...]

[...] One of them is that she may have associated punishment with physical motion — this idea stemming from her days at the Catholic home, where the youngsters were made to kneel for long periods of time as punishment for various “wrongs.” [...]

(I told her about Joe Bumbalo’s obituary notice that I’d found in yesterday’s paper, and that after I left 330 tonight I’d stop at the funeral home to see Joe and the family. [...]

[...] I left at 7:15 and drove to the funeral home. [...]

Your ideas about imagining Ruburt at home, without worrying about how (underlined) he got there, are excellent, as these improvements continue to show themselves, they obviously set the ground for further improvements in a more accelerated fashion. [...]

[...] I told Jane I wanted to copy off separately the paragraph I’d written on page 3 of yesterday’s session, about my efforts to visualize her at home doing various things while walking and sitting—not about how she got there. [...]

[...] I brought home some of the leftovers for another meal. [...]

[...] Margaret Bumbalo had asked me over for a drink when I got home, but I was in no hurry. [...]

(Marian has five children and they were all home. Her husband was at work and did not get home until after the session. [...]

(A long unscheduled session was held at the home of our landlord, James Spaziani, on the above date. [...]

[...] I suppose that the session being held in her own home added to Marian’s confidence, and at first break she said she was “fascinated.”

[...] On April 18 Miss Callahan was moved to a local rest home, the Town House.

[...] As a last resort the relatives thought of trying to bring her back to her apartment, since she talked constantly of going home; by this however, she meant returning to her homestead of many years ago, which had long since been demolished to make way for a new high school.

(On Wednesday, May 13, Miss Callahan’s relatives asked Jane if we could move Miss Callahan’s blue divan into our apartment, and in its place let them take a hide-away bed we had in storage; this bed to be used for a nurse who was to live with Miss Callahan when she was brought home from the Town House. [...]

[...] The move from the rest home was made quietly, and though we did not see Miss Callahan at the time, we learned she appeared to be much improved over her earlier condition.

[...] It would seem as if all of this was dependent upon earlier events: his mother’s prior meeting with Mr. Markle years ago, when both were young; her daydreams and fantasies in later years; her own death; Mr. Markle’s old age, and his own abandonment of the home.

[...] Joseph inherited the home. [...]

[...] Yet there is always pressure in your society toward the acquisition of fashionable homes, and material possessions are often considered the medal of ability.

[...] Quite simply, in her terms, she wanted her son to do well, and to her that meant possessing an excellent home. [...]

[...] You are also afraid however, to some extent and under certain conditions, of working, even painting, entirely at home because your father worked at home and did not do well.

You were more affected by your friend’s (Curtis Kent) departure than you realize, wondering if you yourself should find a better-paying commercial job, and yet angry that you even had such thoughts when what you really wanted was to stay home and paint.

[...] Joe is due to go home Thursday morning.

[...] I told her that at lunch time John Bumbalo had called and said that his father wouldn’t be going home for a while: the doctor has found an infection in a lung. [...]

(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.)

Now the Sumari are gathering together and the Sumari are coming home and you should be prepared for some emotional reunions for they will come from near and afar. [...]

The Sumari are coming home and they come regardless of age or sex in your terms and there are meeting places in many areas of the world to which they will travel beside here. [...]

[...] And at home and in your dreams and in healing and in maintaining the effectiveness and integrity of your own physical image. [...]

[...] She is much better, and is going home tomorrow. She seems to have no heart trouble, but must wear a harness at home for 24 hours, to detect any heart abnormalities — a monitoring device that, I believe, somehow records electrical heart activity.

[...] He’d sent some home-canned jars of fruits and vegetables at Christmas time; for the past year he’d also written a string of long letters signed “me,” meaning I couldn’t answer him to say thanks for the stuff. [...]

[...] It made me wonder, as I drove home, what some people did before they came across the Seth material, or my own thinking. [...]

[...] I said I hope they continue, that I want her home with me. [...]

Ruburt will make it home alive, in a much better physical situation.

[...] I told her I wanted her home — that all of the rooms in the house were waiting for her.

(I went shopping at the Acme after I left Jane last night, got home about 8:30, and finished supper an hour later. [...]

[...] She ate a good lunch, and I brought home scraps for our cats, Billy and Mitzi. [...]

(I didn’t realize it until I got home, but I forgot to read the session to Jane. [...]

[...] John took the car after leaving me at the hospital, and called at 6:45 to say “mission accomplished,” that all were home now. [...] The weather is poor, and we had a couple of fairly close calls as he drove me home. [...]

[...] On the way home, John said a later report showed that Joe does have cancer throughout his body.)

[...] Each expedition sends “letters” back home, commenting upon the behavior, customs, environment, and history of the land in which it finds itself.

[...] As time goes by, however, the children lose their memories of their home tongue. [...]

[...] Back home, Mama and Papa know this. [...]