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[...] But she said she was often careful about what she said to me, so that she wasn’t always dumping on me when I came to the hospital. But if not me, I said, who could she talk to? [...] She surprised me when she said, “I realized that I used to really dislike women.” [...]

[...] Seth’s comments about fleas made me wonder about using the flea bombs in the house that Frank Longwell had gotten for me a few days ago. [...] And the vet had given me flea powder to use on the cats themselves. [...]

[...] She’d thought of death, but didn’t want to do that to me. [...]

[...] I told Jane that the material made me speculate about Joe Bumbalo: He’s had many operations in his life, and has been shot full of drugs often. [...]

[...] The self or structure or personality travels outward and inward and (if you will forgive me) in all directions. [...] It ill-behooves me to speak.) Nevertheless he who is and knows that he is, is. [...]

[...] You’ve been giving me difficult answers to difficult questions. [...] We have been chasing a point—you and I—and it is my feeling that at the level at which we have been chasing it, it is not possible for me to really understand the point and moreover that at the level at which I should like to understand the point, there is indeed nothing to discuss. [...]

You have not been taking full advantage of your opportunities with me. You have been speaking to me in words only and I have responded as best I can.

Give me a moment on your seminar. [...]

Now, the seed cannot yell out to a scientist who happens to pass and say, “Hey, look at me, I exist. Take me home to your laboratory for within me is the kernel of life.” [...]

[...] How is it that the sun keeps me alive and brings the green to my leaves and branches and makes me flower? [...]

[...] There is nothing else for me and my existence is meaningless? [...] What has happened to the summertime, and will it never come again for me?” That is what you are doing now. [...]

[...] You do not need trust me, but you must, indeed, trust yourself. I have always trusted myself so I do not see why you would not trust me. [...]

[...] He could see the change that came over me while I was speaking for Seth, and Seth inspires confidence. [...] Through me, Seth related to Rob. [...] It was a terrific change for me to suddenly have to rely on someone else — even Rob — to tell me what “I” had been saying for a period of two or three hours.

[...] As the session shows, Seth apparently decided that it was time to take me in hand. From here on, he would continue to comment on my trance experiments and teach me to regulate them.

(With a laugh, Rob told me that as Seth, I’d been pacing up and down the room, giving “myself” the dickens about the trance experiment, then switching to the humorous comparison of his voice and mine. [...] Back in those days, I wasn’t about to have a trance personality order me about, even for my own good. [...]

Joseph, when your hands grow tired of taking notes, I do wish you would volunteer to take a break and relieve me of an ever-growing compassionate concern for your physical condition. Surely after our pleasant chat the other evening, you should know that nothing of this sort would offend me. [...]

“I had all kinds of sudden flashes about this when I was doing the dishes (less than half an hour ago) — about Seth’s book, and that in a strange way it was difficult for me to get this book material. [...] It’s as though my consciousness is trying to use a new kind of organization — for me, for it — and so there’s a kind of unfamiliarity. No scientific language would be used — not that I know any — but that would structure what I’m trying to do; and unwittingly, perhaps, it might lead me into a scientific dogma without recognizing it. [...]

[...] I need you to coach me, to ask, ‘What’s happening now?’ to keep me focused on one channel…. [...]

(She started coming through with her material as soon as we sat for the session, so it took me a few moments to get my pen and notebook ready. [...]

“I almost feel that if you asked me at any time of the day, ‘Jane, what are you getting now?’ that I could tune into any of these areas of information, and tell you … As the messages leap the nerve ends they form certain pulses; we recognize these as messages and ignore all the others. [...]

7. With the symptoms Rob does lots of chores I think he wouldn’t do otherwise, freeing me to work? Keeps me from wasting my time with housework; think it’s degrading for R. as a male to do chores so much so the symptoms give us both an excuse; also gives him an excuse for not knowing for sure what he wants to do, paint or whatever, he can blame it on lack of concentration because of me.

(So far I’ve aimed for a status quo—aiming not to get worse, which does frighten me and makes me consider giving the whole thing up—if it can’t be kept in bounds and isn’t... [...]

[...] [But he could have chosen somebody else and he chose me because I had these ideas about work, wouldn’t threaten him with kids, make him get a regular job, keep us focused, etc. [...] Stupid.] Apparently I feel that’s why he married me, and what we had in common.

5. Symptoms keep me at my work, can’t do much else; they stop me from frittering away my time, provide built-in discipline that makes up for other people’s work hours. [...]

[...] You are still not willing to say let me develop as I should develop. You are still saying let me develop as I think I should develop. The I being a highly egotistical I. You are still saying, let me develop as I want to develop. [...]

[...] If you will forgive me, I do not think we should use time in the session with your question about your friend’s poetry. [...] Now I know that you speak of me highly; and if I wore a hat, I would tip it to you. [...] You may ask me questions.

[...] Now your feelings toward me before this session have very much to do with other attitudes that are very important to you and very ingrained. [...] And before the session began, You thought of me as an old, but wise and extremely powerful male adult, as you thought of your father when you were a child.

[...] You feel that you must be successful or he will punish you, that you must be perfect; therefore you become panic stricken at any sense of failure within you, and you overexaggerate your failings so that you came here tonight to me as if you were two and a half years old. [...] Give me a moment here.

[...] At the same time my own distress physically led me to ask my own pendulum questions. As usual, I discovered that the pendulum is a very reliable tool for me. I also found out, though, that this time the pendulum gave me such a variety of responses —different ones each day, practically—that at first I didn’t know how much stock to put in its answers. [...] The pendulum told me I was worrying about everything from taking too long in producing The “Unknown” Reality to stewing about spending too much time painting, to worrying about my own seeming lack of income. [...]

(I told myself that this attitude was ridiculous; My stomach didn’t clear up immediately, but once again the pendulum informed me that I had no physical illness—ulcers, or anything else. I did believe this, as I had all week, but still the physical pressure of my discomfort made me question everything. [...]

[...] My stomach felt somewhat better; Other pains in my body, while persisting, didn’t concern me so much. [...]

(Then today, Saturday, my pendulum told me that I felt guilty about using painting time when I should be working on Seth’s “Unknown” Reality, since the painting wasn’t bringing in money, etc. [...]

[...] Sometimes I thought she was simply being kind in so reassuring me. [...] This cheered me considerably, of course. (However, the decision to publish in two volumes, made when “Unknown” Reality was almost finished, caused me to rewrite most of my original notes for it with that new presentation in mind.)

[...] More often than not, this made me redo my own notes in unanticipated ways — always a creative challenge that was most enjoyable, and yet, paradoxically, one that at times was very frustrating. Such episodes often caused me to take much longer to produce finished work. I learned a patience that I hadn’t suspected was possible for me. [...]

[...] (See Seth’s material on “ideals set in the heart of man” in sessions 696–97 for Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality.) Apropos of such concepts, I’ll close these introductory notes by quoting from a personal session Seth gave for Jane and me, in which he reiterates the importance of the individual and the pursuit of the ideal. Seth initiated the following passages by talking to me about “the safe universe” that each person can create, and live within. Although his words were directed to me, they have a broad general application:

[...] If the waiting until I finished with Volume 2 has been difficult for me, it’s been doubly so for Jane, since by nature she’s much more spontaneous and quick than I am. [...] As I show below, putting this Volume 2 together has represented a process of discovery for me — just as I hope studying it will for the reader.

I’m married now to a very beautiful, intelligent and much younger lady who in her own unique ways offers me invaluable love, assistance, and reinforcement. I often feel that Laurel Lee Davies, a native of Iowa who came to me from California on August 23, 1985, 11 months after Jane’s death, helped transform me. [...] (We feel reincarnational relationships but have yet to explore them.) Laurel helped revitalize me; our years together have been full and creative and productive—and yes, at times controversial. But always she has helped me, just as, I trust, I have helped her. [...]

Pardon me for using the phrase every so often, but as the years passed and after her two very brief stays in Elmira’s St. Joseph’s hospital, Jane finally came to be deeply skeptical of the value of conventional medical help. [...] Jane named that loving young creature Mischa, and he was to offer her great comfort for years, just as he did to me when later we met. [...] Jane took me to meet her mother in the old double house on Middle Avenue three times. The first time, Marie cursed me from her bed; the next two times she ignored me.

[...] Had he spoken with me after those precious first moments, could Seth have given me information that Jane, for whatever reasons, hadn’t wanted us to acquire from or through him? Did Jane, did Seth, watch me make the two pen-and-ink drawings of my beautiful wife as she lay so quietly in her bed, at peace at last? [...]

But even trying to take into account all that Jane accomplished, I know that while I proofread the galleys of The Personal Sessions as Rick Stack of New Awareness Network sends them to me volume by volume, I’ll still come across material that is new to me. [...] I only know and feel, that the material will help me and others, and I do appreciate the participation of each reader. [...]

The new and important development therefore was that he went out to seek me. He asked the woman if she knew me, but she did not. They were sending someone to find me. (Pause.) Their state is not one where they can instantaneously communicate with me, or I with them.

Give me a moment. [...] ) Your own tendencies (to me) are general ones, against personal encounters, before such encounters are made. [...] Do you follow me?

The dream was significant because for the first time he was actively seeking me as a guide, and met with those who were leaving physical reality in a group. In the next such dream he will find me of course, or I will find him.

[...] She told me that as she gave the above data, concerning the individual of whom I will do reincarnational portraits, that she could “almost see this guy.” [...]

(Such sources of inspirational material were entirely unsuspected by me in earlier years. [...] It seems to me the benefits would be many. [...]

[...] What do you have for me first?

Hand it to me. [...]

(9:30.) At the risk of really repeating myself, let me state that time as you know it does not exist basically and that all creations are simultaneous. [...]

But they have no way to treat me. Because they are behind me, the scene is too good to miss and they have never seen a psychology like your own. For if my reality now seems strange to you—your reality seems very strange to me and do not forget that these now familiar characteristics by which you know me are only those that I use as teaching methods. [...]

[...] Young women always frighten me, but you do not see me quaking in terror. [...]

I can imagine a lovely scene where bodiless individuals, spiritual psychologists and I, sit in a dark room all dressed in gowns at another level of reality, and they ask me what is wrong with me and I say—I am obsessed. [...]

[...] Wake me up next time.”

[...] Jane heard her mother’s deprecating, scathing voice, quoted it to me, and said she felt quite uneasy. She felt as though “different parts of me are casting about for the best way to give the material tonight—Seth, or some other part of me, whatever we decided. [...]

[...] “Intellectually part of me is appalled but I feel triumphant also because I’ve got a clear channel up through here—”she indicated her stomach, chest and throat—”and got the material out. [...] Part of me feels like getting sick and the other part like laying down.”

[...] My action led Jane to tell me about her teeth and sinus bothering her before and during our trip down here, for about three weeks. [...]

[...] You see me in the poetry, the psychic developments, and Sumari, but I have been forced to follow certain lines, as you suspected, despite my nature. [...]

(Jane, with Carla’s help, tried to call me twice last night, but I didn’t get back to the house from John Bumbalo’s until about midnight. [...] The pendulum told me I was fretting about losing time on Dreams.

[...] Interruptions, though, leave me feeling that I’m way far away from what I want to do when I first return to a project.

(After lunch Jane told me that she’d had a new catheter inserted at about 3:30 this morning. [...]

[...] I was beginning to think she wouldn’t have a session when she told me to get my paper.)

[...] On phone a man makes appointment to take me to dinner to discuss giving me an excellent position but I can’t hear him properly and got to another office to check time, etc. I’m in line for a great job… walk with other women thinking how amazed Rob will be if I take it or get it… and that it would be good for me to mix with people for a change. [...]

[...] Rob wakens me.

This was enough to send me to Miss Cunningham’s apartment, hoping to bring up the name in conversation. (I wasn’t about to tell anyone about the Ouija board messages.) It struck me odd, also, that Miss Cunningham would be in any way connected with our Ouija activities. This tie-in immediately reminded me of the July dream, of course.

[...] I didn’t take this very seriously at first, but he also said that he knew an elderly woman who worked with me at the local art gallery where I had a part-time job. When questioned, this woman told me that she had known such a man, though he had merely been an acquaintance.

[...] So the early sessions intrigued me, but, intellectually, I couldn’t accept reincarnation. [...] Those ideas were imbedded in me so thoroughly that I would never doubt them.

For me, the episode was amazingly vivid, the scenes clear and bright in my mind’s eye. [...] (Or, someone might say, like dreaming vividly while awake.) But, for me, then, it was simply a completely new state of consciousness and awareness, a psychological experience like none I’d known before.

[...] Now I wish this session was recorded so you could hear me, for I hold you, as Ruburt does, closely and dearly as a friend. But you are bound to misinterpret what I say in some sessions, and so it behooves me to speak more plainly. [...]

[...] She whispered to me: “He’s keeping me under during break.”

(Looking at me:) I am speaking so directly as if our friend were here, because the emotional rapport is stronger, and if you will forgive me Joseph, when I look at you, you see, I am seeing our friend instead.

[...] Throughout the session Seth spoke to me directly as though I were Pat instead, as he explains later.)

In the AM the dream instantly reminded me of an almost completely different opposite dream, a nightmare that I had just about the time my eye troubles and other difficulties began in earnest: It was in the spring when I was doing James. Frank was doing construction on the porches then, too, and I was worried about the Gallery-of-Silence people bugging Prentice and me. [...] They caught me and gave me the shot, mentioning something about aftereffects. [...]

[...] Now, since I am also going to be an author you must look upon me with some awe. Ruburt may not want me to get into the act. [...]

[...] Ruburt will be on to me. He has a session tomorrow evening and he had a session last night, but he does not bother me over much. [...]

[...] I am here whether or not I speak, you see, and often I inspire Ruburt, so that when he speaks himself, he speaks for me. [...] Far be it for me to blacken your day and send you away without a present! [...]

It was difficult for me to remain so quiet all evening long, but since I could not send you a postcard of thanks, I thought I would thank you personally. [...]