“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

During class, with the lights on, Rose Cafford suddenly said that she saw my aura. She has been able to see auras for years on some occasions, so has Rachel Clayton, I think. Vera and Theodore were then able to see it; and Sally, everyone but Florence, I believe. Without telling them what I was trying to do, I concentrated on making my aura brighter, saying to myself, fire bright. Almost immediately Rose, Sally and Rachel said that the aura was suddenly extremely bright; did this several times. (I had never seen an aura.) It also changed color. They said that, alone, it was white and quite wide and easily noticeable.

The following is most vivid to the students and happened right after the above. I said I’d try something, without giving any indication of what I would try. Though earlier, as mentioned, I did mention ectoplasm, perhaps several times. I concentrated on doing something to my arms, or having someone else do it. Mentally asked for help, think I had ectoplasmic arm in mind. Instead felt as if fingers of left hand were extending. Sally and Rose said that something was happening to my left hand, which was held out; arm resting on chair rest. (Don’t know if I felt the subjective feeling before or after their comments, but no suggestions as to hand was given by me, and I asked no questions, sitting with eyes closed, concentrating, rather in good trance, but aware of their comments. Sally asked me a direct question, and I couldn’t answer.) Here everyone in the room with the exception of Theodore who was in a poor position, reported the following:

I was in the rocker; all lights on. Then various others sat in the rocker. I personally then was able to see auras on Rachel, Theodore and Sally. Position of onlookers seemed to make a difference. It made no difference where persons were sitting though, when we were looking at their auras. (They didn’t have to be in rocker, for example.)

He recommended that Sally’s limbs be rubbed with peanut oil, and that iron be added to her diet. [...] In passing he spoke of several episodes in Sally’s present life, some that Jon corroborated in his next letter, and one in particular that he did not know about until Seth mentioned it. [...] Jon didn’t know that Sally had worked in such a place, but her mother remembered.

[...] I’ll call his wife Sally. After coming down with multiple sclerosis, Sally had been given about a year to live, and Jon wanted to ask Seth if anything could be done for her.

[...] Even if Sally can’t be cured, perhaps he could explain things so that her illness would make some kind of sense. Why Sally? [...]

I’m jumping now to an uncle of Sally’s: with a mustache and with an old photo. [...]

[...] All of this describes a photograph of Sally’s grandfather—not uncle; a photo she has not seen until approximately four days before this session.)

[...] Sally’s husband past. [...]

[...] The both of you (Sally and Florence) hide fear behind different faces. [...]

I will have more to say in your (Sally) case also. [...]

[...] This is you (Sally) and your fear. [...]

[...] Sally was in the hospital, after a bad attack during which her heart had stopped for a short time. [...]

[...] In theory it sounded fine, but naturally I knew he wanted Sally to live. [...]

Again, at the time of the session Sally was in deep coma. [...]

(Sally softly cleared her throat.) A polite cough, indeed. [...]

[...] Jane seemed to have a hard time coming out of trance and Sally touched her shoulder and said, “Jane, are you coming back?” Seth came through abruptly.)

[...] I will not keep you, but at the very least—at the very least—you know that I care (to Sally)—and I have been around for some time. [...]

(Present January 13, 1970: Sue, Ned, Rose, Sally [and guest], Rachel, Florence, Vera, Theodore, and Brad, and Lydia.)

[...] Jane’s list included Sally Benson and Mimi Ford.)

(Sally W.: “How can I change my way of thinking to keep my family well, instead of making them sick?”)

(Sally W.: “But I don’t know how to learn them.”)

[...] You (Sally), I believe, 1541-1583, a rug-maker, their father—that is, you were their father. [...]

[...] It is a portion that can understand your (Theodore) being overwhelmed with work; it is a portion that can understand your being full with child (Sue); it is a portion that can understand the times when you wanted to leave physical reality (Ned); it is a portion that can understand the part of you (Sally) that wanted to be a star; it is a portion that can understand the part of you that wanted to conquer and is afraid to conquer (Brad); it is a portion that can understand the guilt you (Rose) feel for no reason. [...]

(Present: Sue and Ned Watkins, Theodore Muldoon [banker], Sally Benson [librarian], Brad Lanton [artist], Rose Cafford [older, grandmotherly], Lydia Dobbs [candy store owner], Vera Muldoon, Florence McIntyre [school teacher], Rachel Clayton [secretary].)

(Sally) Shelva

(To Sally Benson.) Positive thinking applied as a panic measure and they should not be. [...]

([Sally:] “I’m trying to think of what you’re getting at.”)

(Sally asked if he said he was or was not weary.)

(During break Sally remarked we would be reminded of the past.)

(Jane told her dream about Florence and Sally.)

(To Sally.) What Ruburt was tuning into earlier was a 17th-century existence of yours in which you were also a woman. [...]

You can, as our friend here (Sally) calls and then falls back. [...]

(To Sally.) I can show you the children you have had in the past, and those you will have in the present and in the future. [...]

(Attending were Sally, Rose, Rachel, Amelia and Brad.)

[...] Now you follow them but you (Rose) will not remember; and you (Sally) follow them sometimes; and you (Rachel) follow them sometimes; and you (Amelia) are beginning to put one foot upon the path; and you (Brad) have not as yet allowed yourself to remember any of your dream encounters. [...]

[...] Attending were Florence McIntyre, Sally Benson, and Rachel Clayton. [...]

(To Rachel, Sally and Theodore:) Now, you also fulfill a purpose in the group, and still in coming to the group you also pursue your own purposes. [...]

(To Sally.) I have also been over here but we have a very scary soul indeed for she runs the other way. [...]