“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told Jane that I hoped Frank Longwell had gotten his young friend to mow the grass this afternoon, as he’d promised to do this morning, but nothing doing. [...] The place looks terrible, although Frank said some of the wild flowers he planted out back are just beginning to show through the straw and grass mulch.

She did not remember Frank Watts, although he exaggerated to some degree. [...] Frank Watts considered her a friend, attaching more importance than she did to her influence upon his children; but beyond this her present personality has been gently disentangling itself from this plane, and she simply did not remember.

(“Seth, why did Miss Callahan tell us back in early December that she didn’t know, or at least remember, Frank Watts?”

(Jane had asked Miss Callahan about Frank Watts soon after our first session, of December 2/63.)

(“Is Frank Watts aware of what’s happening to Miss Callahan?”)

(“Seth, when you were incarnated on earth as Frank Watts, did you know a Treva Watts?”)

Sister older than Frank.

(“How did Frank and Treva get along as brother and sister?”)

[...] Frank L. comes noon.

[...] (Frank’s men all over.)

Not long after we moved into the hill house (in March) our new acquaintance and next door neighbor to the east, Frank Corio, told us he knows Louise Akins; she was one of the first students to attend Jane’s ESP class, in September 1967. [...] I added Frank’s information to our list of house connections, then forgot about it.

Frank is also in real estate, although he has no professional associations with the Johnsons, Debbie, or the agency through which we bought the hill house. [...] In the fall Frank Corio was given the job of selling the place, and soon did so — to a family, the Millers, who were moving to Elmira from a distant state. [...]

Jane and I certainly don’t think the fact that Frank and Mrs. Miller know Louise Akins was the reason the Millers moved next door to us, yet it is one factor to be considered among a myriad of others — money, availability, and so forth. [...] Why was Frank Corio assigned the task of selling the house next door to us? [...]

[...] Interesting, that Frank Corio had been instrumental in bringing the Millers back to their favorite neighborhood, when in a city the size of Elmira there are at any time a number of homes for sale in “desirable” neighborhoods, including “ours.”

Afternoon—type James—don’t really get much done—Frank comes in several times—

[...] Frank drops in. [...]

[...] Sit on porch in back all afternoon, and read Seven; PM Frank comes; confirms the changes since he’s seen me last—from the chiropractor’s standpoint.

[...] Frank has been of great help, because he can physically deduce the changes that are occurring, so offering “physical evidence.” Yet Frank believes that muscles can only operate in a certain way in time, and he supposes that certain improvements must therefore take so much time. [...]

(11:42.) Ruburt should use Frank’s physical assessment as encouragement, but not be confined by it. [...]

[...] Even though I speak jokingly of assimilating my poor Frank Watts, this is not the case at all.

(“Seth, where is Frank Watts now, by the way?”

[...] had actually contacted Frank Watts rather than Seth. [...]

Frank Watts, dear inquisitive Joseph, is resting, and he needs it. [...]

[...] When Frank asks Ruburt frankly—if you will excuse the pun (amused)—“Are you working? Am I bothering you?” and Ruburt smiles sweetly and says “No, that is fine,” then Frank is faced with Ruburt’s smiling countenance, while his intuitions tell him something else entirely.

[...] If Jane didn’t want to talk she would have said so,” for Frank is not used to trusting his own intuitions. [...]

Frank & men here all day. [...]

(Frank Longwell also visited today—before Jim did, as a matter of fact —and helped Jane experiment with certain exercises for her legs in the bathroom. [...] Frank thinks the clinic in Sayre could offer more services at once. [...]

(Jane also tried walking with the table with Frank’s help, as she had with me the day before, but once again couldn’t quite get up on her feet. [...]

[...] It spelled out messages supposedly coming from a Frank Withers (not the real name) who had lived in Elmira and died during the 1940’s.

The next time we tried a few days later, Frank Withers said that he had been a soldier in Turkey during one life, and insisted (through the board) that he had known Rob and me in a city called Triev, in Denmark, in still another life. [...]

[...] Frank Withers had given simple one- or two-word responses in previous sessions. [...]

From the first few messages, Frank Withers had insisted upon the validity of reincarnation, so Rob said, “What do you think of your various reincarnations?”

[...] As I left the house, I was greeted in the driveway by Frank Longwell, who was checking up on whether I was watering the back yard and the new tree the way he told me to.

(Frank left right away, but I was still late getting to the lawyer. [...]

10:20 AM–11:20: Frank’s men aren’t working this AM. [...]

[...] Frank comes. [...]

[...] Frank Longwell visited this noon, and massaged her legs also. [...]

(Frank, incidentally, had brought a ladder so he could get upon the roof to look down our chimney in an effort to see what creatures were causing the rumpus in the fireplace above the damper. [...]

(Frank, also, has never come across another case like Jane’s, from the days he was a chiropractor until now. [...]

(Miss Callahan was referred to by Frank Watts in the 1st session; Frank Watts stated that she was a mutual acquaintance of the three of us. Yet when Jane asked Miss Callahan if she remembered any Frank Watts, shortly after the first session, Miss C could not place him; on the other hand, she did not claim definitely that she did not know, or had not known, Frank Watts. Since she has at times exhibited a faulty memory, and suffers from hypertension, Jane and I did not think much, for or against, Miss C’s inability to place Frank Watts. [...]

Please be frank, as I do not like this hanging over our heads. [...]