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[...] (Pause.) He should not wear any of his mother’s sweaters however.

[...] Because of his background with his mother he had built up in defense a strong dislike, not merely for illness, for this (Jane, eyes open wide, pointed at me for emphasis), is beneficial, but a strong dislike (pause) that amounted almost (underlined) to hatred, for anyone who was sick, particularly crippled in any way, or hampered in motion.

(“Did you expect my father to go back home?” I meant: what did Seth think of my father going back home to live under mother’s care, from the hospital, instead of going to a nursing home, as we had all thought quite possible.)

[...] Ruburt here thinks of his mother Marie. [...]

[...] Way-out, she said, not aware of anything but the data and the connection to or with her mother, Marie. [...]

(“Ruburt here thinks of his mother, Marie. [...]

[...] With him he also had some fresh tomatoes, and with these he stopped at his mother’s home while on his way back to the club.

(His mother’s home was dark, of course, and not wanting to disturb her merely to leave the tomatoes, Jimmy left them on the back porch. [...]

[...] Doing a little figuring concerning the time, he arrived at the conclusion that Marian had had her experience at approximately the same time he had been standing in back of his mother’s house, thinking about his father. [...]

Your mother’s verbal expressions were often aggressive tools used against your father—that is, when your mother expressed love to you verbally, the words were so chosen that they became verbal assaults against your father.

[...] He seldom expressed love verbally toward your mother. [...]

[...] Jane uses suggestions — she’s asked her mother to forgive her, and vice versa, and she forgives herself. [...]

Some of this has to do with fear and expectation, and the fact that your mother had false teeth. [...]

[...] They become embarrassed in late boyhood when kissed by their mothers, as a rule — yet it is quite natural to be both independent and dependent, cooperative and competitive.

[...] I started talking to the people giving the news on TV [channel 13], and Chris’s mother [whom Jane has never met; Chris Hover cleans the house every other Sunday], and to you and other people. [...]

[...] “I feel that I am a poor mother,” or, “I feel that I am a failure.” [...] You might be an excellent mother while feeling that you are very inadequate. [...]

[...] His mother, representing authority to him as a child, was frightening, threatening, sometimes cruel, and capricious. The child took literally the mother’s statements that though a cripple, she could walk at night, would turn on the gas jets, and so forth.

[...] Previously the body consciousness has been enriched and supported by deep biological and telepathic identification with the mother. [...]

Until the new personality enters, the fetus regards itself as a part of the organism of the mother. [...]

[...] Had Rob asked questions about the room, or had someone asked again about the young man’s mother’s maiden name [asked earlier] I am certain that Seth could have given the information—that “I” would have gone out after it while he spoke and controlled the mechanism. [...]

[...] I believe the mother of the family is no longer living in your terms. [...]

[...] What tiny, spindly, threadlike, weak legs you all once had in your mother’s wombs! [...]

[...] You project upon him the attributes of emotional extravagance that you fear in your mother. [...]

Jane: What I imagine is that in Creative Writing class which consists here today of two people, Charlie’s mother, and Hope W., who is a young gal or a gal in, I don’t know how old, 30 maybe, no, 28. [...]

[...] Hidden within the sessions there is the splendid vitality of Father Trenton, his (Jane’s) mother, his neighbors and teachers — but beyond that the sessions connect and unite the annals of existence as he has experienced them, so that in speaking with my voice, and for me (quavering), he expresses the blessed vitality and acknowledgments of the universe, as even through the sessions the sweet universe acknowledges his own presence and being. [...]

(January 7, Thursday, 11:30 AM: Mentally I saw Mother’s old house. [...]

[...] Later, while resting, I received a mental impression of Linda Butts and perhaps her mother Betts. [...]

[...] You are a mother in a way that many mothers are not, and the psychic awareness within you and its vitality goes out like rays to give vitality to your children. [...]