THE PRIVATE PROBABLE MAN, THE PRIVATE PROBABLE WOMAN, THE SPECIES IN PROBABILITIES, AND BLUEPRINTS FOR REALITIES

— to be called (pause): “The Private Probable Man, the Private Probable Woman, the Species in Probabilities, and Blueprints for Realities.”

[...] (There was some other stuff I got but I’ve forgotten it already.) Anyway the chapter was to be followed according to what I got, by one on frightened people who suddenly break out of old ideas, open their mental environments, and seemingly work miracles in their lives; like the old man, the old woman....

One woman, another follower, for Ruburt is the leader of this group, pushes a landscape of yours across the floor ahead of her—preserving, you see, your art as well as Ruburt’s. Finally one of the women objects strenuously and decides to stand up and show herself. [...] That woman represents Ruburt’s decision to be done with the symptoms, to stand up, to walk.

[...] A woman she met had cancer of the face, and was taking the drug interferon as treatment. The woman told Jane that Jane had the same kind of facial skin that she had — with all of its negative suggestions.

[...] In your system, for example, and in connection with the woman through whom I now write this book, initial contact on my part was made long before our sessions began.

[...] As a part of my work, therefore, I have been coaching the young woman in one way or another since her childhood — and all of this as a preliminary to the serious work that began with our sessions.

(Seth dictated a few paragraphs of material for a woman who had recently lost her husband; she had requested a session.)

[...] I dreamed that I was a woman of indeterminate age, perhaps around 50, and that in some way I was trying to improve, or wanted others to improve with me. [...]

(“Will you say something about that woman—Teresa—who keeps crying out ‘Help me, help me, help me?’ I’m fascinated by her.”)

(“The nurses told me that woman has a history of mental trouble,” Jane said, “and has been diagnosed as schizophrenic.” [...]

It seems to have a dim connection for you having to do with a young woman who received on that date, a letter of an emotional import. Now I am not sure if the woman’s name was Lillian, but a Lillian was somehow connected with the event. [...]

That (Camp) is a relative of yours and the two of you (Sue and Bette) are connected, but not in this reality in a probable reality; and for a woman that this Camp might have married but did not. [...]

The event was subconsciously recognized by you and had to do, I believe, with a woman with whom you worked with, whom you are at least partially involved in that you meet her now and then. [...]

Later, with certain issues that arose between you, fairly well understood now, I think, he felt his womanly qualities a threat to you both, and the habit of mistrust became manifested in a suspension of monthly periods. [...]

[...] He feels more now that you accept him as a woman. [...]

[...] He is not dressing with the freedom of an ordinary healthy good-looking young woman, for example, so he must dress for the role in his “as if” game. [...]

[...] The sexual area also combines both the lack of mobility and the womanly aspects, so freedom and the “as if” game in these areas is doubly important and vital.

[...] A woman’s entire adult life can be structured according to such an idea if she does not learn to examine the contents of her mind. A belief that has positive results for a woman of twenty will not necessarily have the same effect for a woman of forty, who, for example, may still pay far more attention to her children than her husband.

(This refers to an experience on falling to sleep during which I saw a woman clearly. [...]

The woman was quite real, but existed in another plane of activity. [...]

(“You will meet a woman dressed in green... [...]

[...] Was the book written by a woman? [...]

[...] A woman seems to be the main hostess, though a man is present with her.

Two of the late arrivals are men, and one is a woman.

[...] I have been in one life not only black but a woman in a civilization where neither was appreciated. As I believe I told you before I have been both a man and a woman many times. [...]

[...] Its knowledge is beyond the wisdom of any man or woman alive! [...]

[...] You cannot kill another man, you cannot kill another woman and be free. [...]

[...] Therefore, when it began its journey, in your terms, it did not know the ending and the cloud particles did not know that they would become a man or a woman. [...]

It would seem to me that his nature would be somewhat above deliberately leading the poor deluded woman astray by lies. [...]

[...] If anything, the woman deserves pity, and hardly scorn. [...]

[...] In one of my more friendly moods, I might indeed have tried a materialization of my own that would have frightened the poor woman out of her wits.

[...] But the thought of him baiting an elderly 72-year-old self-deluded woman is too much.

The unheard-of event did refer to a surprising event, of the woman’s death. The photograph was taken on the woman’s birthday, and the corsage was a surprise.

The boy referred to the only member of the woman’s family that made an impression on Ruburt. [...] The woman’s suit was dark blue.

You did not dwell consciously on the kind of woman you wanted. Some men never achieve any kind of creative or stable relationship with a woman, and so they are acutely aware of that lack in their lives. [...]

[...] Looking at your parents, you decided early that you would have a certain kind of relationship with a woman—a closeness that your father did not have with your mother—one that involved many facets of your own personality and with its purposes. [...]

[...] There is a woman connected with it who will remind Ruburt of her Lydia (Nesbitt), and a connection with Charlotte. [...]

[...] I told you that your portrait of an old woman was yourself as a mother, and that should be included, as should the portraits of Ruburt and Joseph done together.

[...] (Pause.) The woman mentioned very shortly may lose or give up her position. [...]

^* When he began dictating Seth Speaks way back in January 1970, Seth told us: “I write this book through the auspices of a woman of whom I have become quite fond. [...] She has been both a man and a woman, and the entire identity who has lived these separate lives can be designated by the name of Ruburt.”

[...] In the other sequence you were a woman and our friend over here (Natalie) was a very unfaithful suitor and you believed him implicitly and he left you, as the saying goes, in the lurch. [...]

Now, though I joke with you because I must speak now through a woman, as I have told you, I have been a woman, and so the strangeness is not as strong as I sometimes pretend. [...]

[...] There is indeed a complication arising in part from past-life connections, but also in the early background of the woman involved. [...]