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[...] For some time there was no direct challenge, however, made to the Sinful Self once Ruburt left the church. His creative abilities were growing and developing, his concepts enlarging, but he was for some time so convinced of science’s viewpoint that the ideas of the Sinful Self were looked upon as unworthy and superstitious. He was allied with rationalism instead. [...] To go ahead creatively, forming new versions of a spiritual reality, to state that man and his impulses were good, brought him finally into direct conflict with the old beliefs of the Sinful Self, whose value system was based upon the idea that the self was indeed sinful, not to be trusted. [...]

(9:00.) His Sinful Self therefore tried to restate its position in order to right the situation, but its reasoning, again, was that a sense of grace was dependent upon the prior admission of a sinful reality. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) The Sinful Self was, again, formed in childhood. [...] It can be told now what it yearned to be told then—that it was indeed good, and not bad or evil, that it could indeed use its curiosity without the threat of abandonment, and that it could trust its own creativity and love of play. [...]

(I said that I was quite aware that Seth had recently said that all actions are eventually redeemed—but what about in the meantime? [...]

(I hadn’t deliberately planned that those notes would do that, yet in retrospect I was glad they had—especially in the unprecedented response Jane was getting from her Sinful Self. Her paper was very well done, and would make fascinating material in an autobiography, for instance. [...]

(She was indeed very relaxed, sitting as she was with her head bowed, leaning forward on the couch. [...]

(Nor was Jane finished with her dissertation. [...] I wondered how often such a clear-cut dialogue or exchange was on record as having taken place between such various portions of the self. [...]

[...] It was of great value in the fact that the Sinful Self was able, finally, to express itself that clearly—and I do not believe that the document is as yet completed. [...]

[...] I meant of course that it was her first from a reader of the German edition, of Seth Speaks. It was written in English, and was amazingly typical of some she gets from this country.)

[...] I remember I was talking as Seth, and I looked over and Billy was giving me an entirely different look than he’d ever given me before. [...] He just looked at me like I was an entirely different person—either that, or I perceived him differently in trance.”

[...] When he fell in love, it was wholeheartedly, and he was determined to merge his creativity and his marriage. [...]

Because of his cultural beliefs, he was also determined that his “womanly nature” would not impede his progress as a writer, or yours as an artist. He considered it his duty to help you succeed as an artist, believing fervently that such was your primary desire.

[...] I didn’t see her face, but I got the feeling that she was my wife and that I was not being very compassionate or understanding to her. My question is, was this me or was it something I was picking up?”)

[...] This particular expedition was lost, and you divested the ship of its cargo with the help of the men on your ship, and of course without giving payment. Alae (spelled out), now that was the name of a particular type of cargo, perhaps algae, that was a part of the ships contents. There was also, however, some opium from Turkey. [...]

Now Ruburt did not know what he was going to speak about this evening and half of his talk in class is automatic, as you know, but it was no coincidence that he became involved in his talk of power and energy for you had a deep distrust of your own energy to sway people as a salesman (to Davey) as you had a distrust of your ability to sway people as a minister (to Joel) and as you also have the same feeling (to Davey), for what happens is this. [...]

[...] Your last name was something like Masar. [...]

(Seth also said that Jane and I would die within a short time of each other, when our earthly work was finished. No date or sequence was given. [...] I do not recall if the dream book, now at Ace, was mentioned; or if others were.[Jane died in 1984. [...]

(Seth was in a particularly good mood this evening, after the long holiday break, and because of the presence of witnesses. [...] I also discovered, to my surprise, that I was somewhat rusty at taking notes.

(There was more here that I missed. [...] It was not fated... [...]

(Jane’s trance was a good one, she said. Her pace here was quite fast. [...]

[...] He was correct (about the dream of July 7, involving my return to Sayre). The dream in which he was healed (of July 19) was to remind you that that probability is still highly active. [...] As there were no real books in your bookstore, there was no available food in the granary. In the bookstore you felt that in a way the store was bigger than life, however, and in the granary dream Debbie’s drawings of you are idealistically bigger than life. [...]

(This afternoon while I was out doing errands, Jane had a rather strong if not lengthy experience that seemed to encompass an emotional understanding of Seth’s material in the last session [for Monday]. [...] She was coming out of it as I came back into the house. [...]

Even your father’s originality was of the most practical variety. [...] The framework was loosely set up back in that time, however, when for a while, again, you toyed with the idea, for such symptoms would “justify” your staying home even part- time to paint. [...]

[...] Perhaps for that reason Debbie herself was not present (in the dream). Ruburt was not involved with Debbie in the past, however. [...]

Energy was released. Much of this was used in immediate repair, and in a complete reversal of the illness-health cycle; that is, the symptoms were not allowed to worsen. When this condition again was held, recovery began.

In the matter of weight also there was first a point where weight process was reversed, where the weight was held steady before a gain could be made. [...]

[...] My pendulum said salt was okay for Jane. [...] The chiropractor verified this data the day after this session was held.)

[...] While it is completely possible for the mental state to express itself at once, nevertheless within your system, under most circumstances, there is a lapse, as the symptoms themselves did not immediately appear, although the mental state was in dire circumstance.

(By 8:50 Jane’s hands were cold and clammy and I could see that she was nervous. Yet she said she felt better than usual, and this was true with a witness present also. She was satisfied that the approach was a good one.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] For my part I said I had not asked for specific names, although John was of course interested in [...] When Jane began dictating again her voice was quieter. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. Jokingly she asked John when he was going to become a ham radio operator. Whereupon John surprised us both by telling us that he was already actively considering such a hobby, had set aside a room in his home for it, and had acquired some equipment. [...]

(As session time arrived John was still busy in my studio. [...] Promptly at 9 PM Jane rose to her feet and began dictating in a voice that was quite firm and clear, and somewhat stronger than her normal one.)

In an odd way this made it even more difficult for those who did go into the next two, less extensive wars, for the country was not behind either one. Any sense of powerlessness on the part of individual fighting men was given expression as before, this time in a more local blood bath, but the code itself had become shaky. This release was not as accepted as it had been before, even within the ranks. By the last war (in Vietnam), the country was as much against it as for it, and the men’s feelings of powerlessness were reinforced after it was over. [...]

Another small point here: Christ’s dictum to turn the other cheek (Matthew 5:39, for instance) was a psychologically crafty method of warding off violence — not of accepting it. [...] (Jane, as Seth, patted her midriff.) The remark was meant symbolically. On certain levels, it was the gesture of defeat that brought triumph and survival. It was not meant to be the cringing act of a martyr who said, “Hit me again,” but represented a biologically pertinent statement, a communication of body language. [...]

In a way I am sorry that this is not the place to discuss the Second World War (1939–45), for it was also the result of a sense of powerlessness which then erupted into a mass blood bath on a grand scale. The same course was followed privately in the cases of such individuals as just mentioned.

They were told by politicians that it was to be the last war, and the irony is that most of those in uniform believed it. (I, Robert Butts, was one of the believers.) The lie did not become truth but it became more nearly so, for despite their failures the ex-servicemen managed to bring up children who would not go to war willingly, who would question its premise.

(The session was held in our back room, and was a quiet one. [...] Her voice was average. Her pace was slow at the beginning but soon picked up speed. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] She realized she was tired as she heard herself asking me if I had a test for her. When I asked if it was possible for her to change her mind and postpone a test under such circumstances, she said she did not know. [...]

With yourself and Ruburt, I was amused to think that a scientist was conducting experiments on a serious level in order to discover whether or not dreams actually exist.

(It was 10:06. [...] Her voice was quiet and remained so. [...]

[...] Her Seth voice still wasn’t as clear as it usually is, nor was her “regular” voice, but both voices today were much improved over their condition yesterday. Her delivery today was faster, but her voice still wasn’t very strong. The day outside was quite bright by now, so we had the heavy blue curtains pulled. [...]

[...] The priests she saw while she was living with her mother hadn’t liked those works, and castigated her for writing them. [...] She told me again about the book-burning a priest had conducted in her back yard, when she was a teen-ager. [...]

[...] This was all part of our free-association material today, May 2. She vehemently expressed her feelings, with tears, that if she wanted privacy, being in the hospital wasn’t the way to get it. [...] “It’s pretty dumb, because I sure as hell don’t get any privacy this way,” she exclaimed — and I thought she was clearing a road, as Seth had suggested last session.

[...] I decided it was better to let her think over the session for a while, then lead into the hypnosis thing. [...]

[...] At lunch time Alexandra, the Russian cleaning lady I made friends with in rehab, was in Christina’s room speaking Russian with her. It turned out that part of Christina’s trouble was that as she sat in her room with no lights on, she thought she was in prison. She was afraid of her dark room. [...]

(Even now, I was sure that yesterday’s session had helped me moderate my own reactions to the latest events—and that was good, I told Jane. [...]

[...] Well, that would tie in with Seth’s own material, in a fashion, and I was coming around more and more to thinking that it could save our lives. [...]

(I took the lunch tray out to the cart after Jane was finished, and met Marilyn Sullivan, who introduced herself to me. [...]

[...] In this, I was with this same group in Saratoga, on Union Avenue. [...] The road ahead was lovely, colors bright and brilliant. [...] She thought it was a clairvoyant one, but I said no. [...]

[...] One was a Great Dane. [...] Can’t remember how this worked out, but it was all right, they weren’t as sick as they looked or something.

[...] I was very happy and carefree. [...]

(Long pause.) He was reactivating old beliefs with their physical representation in the body. This was an overall situation from head to toe. (Long pause.) It was an excellent decision to trust the body’s activities, to take the opportunity to use the episode as a case in point, a change of heart. [...]

[...] This afternoon as I was changing her dressings, the little finger of her left hand began to turn darker as she lay on the bed. [...] Jane wondered if the flower extract had anything to do with the little finger acting up; its color was mildly dark compared to the middle finger’s original dark blue appearance. [...]

There was some (underlined) connection with Hal’s medicine. [...] Your own help with the massage was excellent, and also very effective. [...]

[...] I was flabbergasted and amazed and depressed all at once. [...]

The mathematical material was in the nature of an experiment, and to this extent was a demonstration.

[...] As I told you, I was present, though in the background; Ruburt’s tutor—and it was I—who showed him how to return when he felt it desirable. [...]

I was here to help Ruburt handle the mechanics of the affair, and to see how well he could do with such a highly focused trance. It can be used for many purposes, and was as I told you a demonstration on several layers.

[...] She continued, that it was because the same intense focus was partially used in the session tonight as in the last two sessions; Seth didn’t want her to overdo it, just to get used to it. [...]

[...] Ruburt was in poor shape yesterday. You helped him because he was aware of your love and concern. [...]

[...] Even your (underlined) behavior yesterday, while not what it might have been, was supportive enough to keep the situation from getting out of hand, and the memory of your night’s dancing was also supportive, so that you have more supportive elements to cushion various situations.

Ruburt was glad many times that a man found her attractive when she did not see that answering glimmer in your eye—not that it was entirely your fault, now.

[...] Now, he was suddenly deprived of his position. The emotional energy usually given him automatically was transferred elsewhere. [...]

[...] Then she told me Seth was “around” and that the session would begin in a moment. When she took her glasses off and placed them upon the coffee table before her, she was in trance. Her pace was quite slow at the beginning.)

When my children laughed I was overwhelmed with delight, and despite our privations, each morning was a triumphant surprise that we had not died in our sleep, that we had not succumbed to starvation. [...] I was too cushioned. [...]

[...] It involved the two of us and was very optimistic; I was sure that in symbolic terms it dealt with our work. [...]

I was once a mother with twelve children. [...] This was around Jerusalem in the sixth century. [...]

[...] When they visited the author, however, he was optimistic and brusque. He said “You do indeed have control,” and his personal manner was such that he convinced them. Now that was all to the good. [...]

The dietary methods given in the book Ruburt read have indeed worked for many, and for the following reasons: as you suspected, a kind of conversion was attained. The people involved first of all had been told by doctors—medical doctors—that they themselves had no control over their own disease, that the symptoms could be lessened somewhat—perhaps—but that there was no hope for recovery.

[...] It was advertised in the National Enquirer: “A Doctor’s Proven New Home Cure for Arthritis,” by Giraud W. Campbell, Doctor of Osteopathy.Jane began to read through it at once, out of curiosity if nothing else, and discovered that it called for a very rigid diet. [...]

[...] They are in their own eyes “bad”—and in one way or another that kind of belief was behind the condition to begin with.

(John Bradley was a witness to the session, and had some questions about his job with Searle, and events within the company. However John gave Jane no details before the session, merely stating that he would like to know what was happening.)

([John:] “Was I invited to dip into this grab bag, the last time my boss was down?”)

[...] I was trying, you see, to make you comfortable by dealing with what I thought was a common point of interest.

(The Seth voice was indeed powerful to a degree, and gave brief evidences of soaring, but then quieted. The above was humorous.)

(The 54th envelope experiment was held tonight. The object was a homemade pattern made on light-colored paper, with hand-ground gray brown earth color for pigment and polymer medium for binder. It was folded once as indicated in the making. [...] Since it is a heavy-bodied pigment, it was built up in spots on the object as much as 1/32 of an inch thick. The whole pattern was made up of lines and white spots which do not show very well in my tracing. [...]

Now I was not dreaming of him, and he was not dreaming of me. I was simply leading him rather gently into new dimensions. [...]

(“I do not get the feeling that the object has to do with the immediate present, in that it was not a part of your experience, directly.” [...] The object was part of my experience, in the immediate past. Jane had never seen the object or any like it, since I had never made any before; perhaps this data came out because she herself was thus not involved with the object in any way.

[...] Jane said she was well dissociated. Seth was giving her the material so fast that she had trouble keeping up with it; her delivery had been so fast I had barely managed to keep up with it, in turn. [...]