“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(First, I was hiking with her father Del along mountain trails in very deep snow. There were many other people about; it wasn’t an isolated-type setting. Up and down and around we went. Then Del left me for some reason, and alone I tried to continue — but wound up clinging motionless to a very steep slope lest I slide way down into a deep ravine that would be very difficult to get out of. Then Del returned; he wore clean, modern, tailored hiking clothes, a wool jacket and a fedora with a feather in it — much sharper than he dresses in real life. He also looked much younger and more self-possessed than I’d ever seen him be.

That led you, just below normal consciousness, to consider the relationship between father and daughter, and then to think of Ruburt’s father, Del. He appeared younger and more vital than you had ever known him — indeed, transformed in a fashion. He was redeemed in your mind, and appeared as his ideal self. In that capacity he helped lead you along safe paths, out of danger.

Jean Longwell then represented Frank’s feelings toward his daughter, and in a fashion you felt those as your own — a mixture of paternal love, sexuality, and sympathy. Those feelings were also representative of Del’s redeemed love for his daughter — for Ruburt.

(Briefly, the object is a black-and-white photo of Jane’s father Del, and his deceased second wife Maxine. Del was about 48 when the picture was taken in the backyard of their home in Santa Monica, California, and Maxine was 38 or 39. [...]

[...] In plain view in the photo are picket fences to the right and left of Maxine and Del, plus two large curving trellises bare of flowers or greenery. [...]

[...] In addition the curve of this trellis flows into the curve or arch of the trellis behind Del and Maxine. [...]

(Her father, Del, had died on November 16, at 7:30 AM, in Daytona Beach, Florida. Midge, Del’s wife, called Jane later that morning, and Jane in turn called me at work. [...] During break I explained to Jane that she might like Seth to say something about Del; by this I meant his experiences after death. [...]

(Del’s mother, Mattie, died perhaps 19 or 20 years ago.)

[...] (Del died at 66, very suddenly, of a cerebral hemorrhage.) He was very uneasy about Ruburt, until Ruburt met you, and he then turned Ruburt over to you.

[...] Her parents had divorced when she was two years old, and since her mother did not remarry Jane grew up without a father.² Jane and “Del” met again, briefly, when she became 21 years old in 1950. [...] Yet now it seemed that even beneath that scattered performance Jane’s psyche had felt stronger ties of some kind — at least with Del, if not with her mother — than either of us had suspected; that at least some part of her had sensed a sort of biological or creature loss upon the death of a blood relative. [...]

[...] Jane feels subjectively sure that here the meeting between us and her father, Del, and his third wife, is referred to. [...] Jane and I planned to meet Del and his wife, who were already camping at Saratoga Lake, there, and spend a few days with them before going on to Maine. [...]

[...] Two men and two women were involved in the meeting referred to earlier: Jane’s father Del and myself, and Jane and Del’s wife. [...]

(As she ate a good lunch I told Jane about my very vivid dream of last night—in which Jane, myself and her deceased father, Del, had driven to Bemidji, Minnesota, in the summertime. [...] I described how Del had driven us around the town and country there in his old pickup truck, and how for a time he and I had become separated from Jane. [...]

(I thought the dream was another very positive one, and meant that Jane and I have left behind the old dead beliefs represented by Del. [...]

(A note: I still feel the effects of my dream of two nights ago, involving Del and Jean Longwell.)

[...] He is a rover; Jane seldom sees him, and even on his visit from Florida Del stayed with us but a few days.

(“Then you have been with Del?”)

(“What is your purpose in being with Del?”)

Jane’s father, Del, photographed her in 1951, when she was 22. [...]

[...] Her father, Del, is buried somewhere in Florida, we guess — we don’t know where.

(At the exact time the session was due Monday, Jane, Del, Midge and I were visiting our landlord and his wife on their farm in Pine City. [...] Del and Midge have left, and we anticipate a normal session tonight.

[...] Jane’s father Del, who is 6’ 2”, gave us the serape Jane was sitting on when I sketched her this afternoon.

[...] L as in lawn, or as in Del…

[...] To whatever degree anyone ever was at its center, Del was, even though they had not seen each other for years. [...]

(She also recounted how she didn’t have to take gym in school because of her periods, and how Marie said Del had bad eyes because of the syphilis and couldn’t read. [...]

(Tracing of the photo of Jane’s father Del [for Delmer] and his deceased second wife, used as the envelope object in the 50th experiment, in the 255th session for May 2,1966.)

[...] All we have are a few photographs Del took of Marie not long after their marriage. [...]

[...] Jane’s father, Del, traveled with his trailer from Los Angeles to meet us in Daytona Beach, Florida; we followed him to Marathon, in the Florida Keys, where we lived with him and Mischa and Del’s Great Dane, Boo, in that wonderful climate while Jane put in the required few weeks of residency that Florida divorce law required. [...] Del paid the costs. [...]

In 1931 in Saratoga Springs, New York, Jane’s father, Delmer Roberts (or Del) chose to exercise the probability that he would leave his wife Marie and their daughter Jane, who was not yet three years old. [...]

[...] At session time Jane, Del, Midge [his companion] and I were visiting our landlord and his wife at their farm in Pine City.