“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Note that the words EASTERN and ROADS appear twice, and that they tally with an answer given us by Frank Watts during the second session, December 4/63. See page 14. This might not be unusual, though the words in this context are a bit out of the ordinary; and Jane and I wonder whether these, repeated twice among what seems to be gibberish and other unrelated words, might not be the first groping attempts of Frank Watts to make contact with us.

(Literal transcript of the results obtained by us on the night of November 26/63 — a few days before we began to receive the series of messages from first Frank Watts, and then Seth.)

Frank.

(“Are you there, Frank Watts?”)

(“Where did you spend most of your life, Frank Watts?”)

(“Have you had other lives here on earth, Frank Watts?”)

(“Are you there, Frank Watts?”)

(“Frank Watts, where do souls go after they leave this life?”)

(“What was the name of my oldest child, Frank Watts?”)

(Over the weekend I had devoted some time to trying to sort out the contradictory Frank Watts material given by FW in the first two sessions. [...] Jane and I had been talking about trying to check out some of this material, since presumably records concerning Frank Watts would exist locally; and possibly people who knew him, other than Miss Callahan, and a co-worker of Jane’s at the gallery when the sessions began, Mrs. Borst, might be found who would help us verify any data Seth gave. [...]

[...] However, the character of the answers we had been receiving for some little while before this point had been reached, had changed from the type of answer Frank Watts had been giving; I recall that even then we had wondered whether some other entity than Frank Watts had become involved.

(On the other hand, we did not doubt that some kind of a connection with Frank Watts had been established first. [...] Jane’s co-worker at the gallery, Mrs. Borst, who is now retired, had stated definitely that she had known a Frank Watts who had died in the 1940’s, and had also known his sister Treva.)

[...] Frank Longwell just went out back again, to finish working; the huge yellow back-hoe moves outside the kitchen window; the air suddenly turns dark; the sun disappears; an odd cast of light covers everything; stormy, evocative. A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...] my neck feels heavy; Frank comes back into the kitchen for a cool drink... [...] Frank comes in for a pencil; the symphony reaches a crescendo... [...]

Framework 2 was involved, and so was the chair and so was Frank’s return. [...] Frank, who was away, had returned, and would visit that day. Your fears, brought to the forefront by the Gallagher episode the week earlier, again surfaced with the event of the chair and Frank’s return. Would Ruburt then simply continue seeing Frank now, and the old, it seemed useless, rituals go on?

(We expected Frank to visit at noontime, as per his call the afternoon before. [...] However, Frank didn’t see us until about 4:15 PM.)

[...] We also expected Frank Longwell to drop in at noon or thereabouts, since he’d returned from vacation in Santa Marta, Colombia, South America. [...]

The clocks represent on Frank’s part a creative interpretation.... There is an old saying: Time is money—and in his own way Frank would like to make that kind of a statement, clear, direct, and unambiguous: Turning clocks or time directly into good hard cash, a magic of a sort. [...]

(“Will you give us the entity names for Frank Longwell and his wife?”)

You want to know Frank’s entity name? [...]

[...] Frank had been involved in one of those, too, in the dream state, and Seth had explained how I’d picked up his concerns about age and sexuality and worth, and so forth. So last night’s dream also involved elements based upon data I’d picked up from Frank. [...]

[...] I was with Jean Longwell, the daughter of our friend Frank. [...]

[...] Yesterday Frank had told me that it wouldn’t be as easy to see Jean now that it was a 15-hour drive instead of just running down to Washington DC.

(“Are you there, Frank Watts?”)

(“Frank Watts, what do you think of the sum of your previous existences here on earth?”)

(“Frank Watts, is part of your psyche alive on earth now?”)

[...] Frank’s father himself was afraid of showing unseeming love, in his terms, toward his family. Frank avoided that kind of behavior with his children, but did not fully surmount the pattern as far as his own father was concerned.

[...] One is for our friend Frank. [...]

[...] The writing represents strong portions of Frank’s personality that are intently concerned with the expression of subjective feelings—feelings that appear nebulous at times because they cannot be expressed—so it seems to him—in a direct fashion.

[...] And with Frank in terms of probabilities, the Edgecomb adventure may still go through—but Frank and his brother each gave the gentleman permission to act as he has. Frank wanted that excitement. [...]

(We also agreed to try to get something for Frank Longwell, who has embroiled himself in a bind with taxes, business, “the Edgecomb affair,” and related troubles, mostly unknown to us until very recently.

[...] We come then to Frank Longwell.

(Later I told Jane of a remark Frank Longwell had made the other day, after I’d explained to him that she’d been having a very rough time this month. “Well,” Frank said, “she always does when she doesn’t have the sessions.” [...] Both of us have had the thought at times, but Frank’s spontaneous remark hit the mark just right.

(“Get out your stuff,” Jane said after I’d told her about Frank’s remark and we had discussed it a little. [...]

[...] Frank visits! [...]

[...] Earlier caught myself stewing over my windows new room being accessible that is, noticeable; then cleared that up saying that Frank, etc., will be gone; phone book won’t have address; winter coming—but if I have to, I’ll lock the screen door or put up a note working hours no guests; but anyhow I’ll make conscious decisions and take steps. [...]

[...] My eyes were bothering me some, but I typed some James this afternoon; then Frank came in at 3:30; and Margaret B. came in to visit; I was annoyed; tired of people about, etc., but tried to be pleasant; as we chatted I felt my right foot and ankle changing. [...]

[...] Frank Longwell visited today.

(Today we had the lawn mowed by Bill Tolbert and Jeff Colucci, who were recruited for the steady job by Frank. [...]

[...] On Friday noon Frank Longwell visited. [...]

Frank’s knowledge of the muscles, in your terms, helped Ruburt to a large degree. [...]

In a manner of speaking, Frank said “As you recover, the soreness of the body will be a sign of new activity, letting you keep track of your progress.” [...]

[...] It will be remembered that the sessions began when Jane contacted the Frank Watts personality. Frank Watts in turn is a fragment of the Seth entity. Seth discussed Frank Watts to some degree in the 85th and 88th sessions, promising more data in the future.)

(The word fragment was first used in the 4th session, Volume 1, page 22, by Frank Watts. Actually the Frank Watts personality was in the process of being superseded by Seth then, and on the next page Seth announced his presence by name. [...]

(“How’s my old friend, Frank Watts?”

[...] Frank was doing construction on the porches then, too, and I was worried about the Gallery-of-Silence people bugging Prentice and me. [...]

This morning Frank’s brother began work on new construction—enclosing the porch (the opposite too in a way from before). [...]

[...] You are both coming along quite well now, but yes, you should cut Frank’s visits to every other week, for you need to concentrate now upon your own approaches. Many of Frank’s ideas are appallingly shortsided, and while you are working with your own beliefs a visit every other week is enough for now—without courting Frank’s opinions, as can happen when Ruburt wants Frank, in conventional terms, to acknowledge improvements that are definitely occurring, but that Frank is too slow to perceive.

[...] In the meantime I was impatiently waiting Frank Longwell who promised the Tuesday earlier that he’d be here before Sunday with the final plans for extending the living room. [...]

[...] I also typed up a few pages of material (on the Sinful Self.) Still, no Frank Longwell. [...]

[...] Still no Frank Longwell, but that afternoon I suddenly wrote one poem and began another that fascinated me. [...]

(Long pause.) The best thing Frank has done so far was say “Your back feels youthful,” and at another time “Her hips pivot like a dancer’s.” [...] Those are beliefs Frank has about the body and its progress.

(10:15.) He is correct: Frank should invite the muscles to move, assure them that they can through gentle manipulation. [...]