“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(During class a discussion of reincarnation, space and time. Jane read more of her translation of Rob’s Sumari statement. Sumari came through with a  message to Bette and Sue. After a discussion of that, Valerie described a dream in which a face appeared, then Seth came through.)

([Valerie:] “But later when it spoke to me it didn’t seem to be speaking like that.”)

([Valerie:] “At the end, why did it turn away?”)

([Valerie:]  “Who was the friend?”)

I first heard from my unseen correspondent, Valerie Wood, not long after Jane had died thirteen months ago. [...] Valerie responded with some poetry relative to Jane’s passing, and my reactions to her death, that I interpreted at once as being very evocative of Jane and me. [...] Were Valerie’s messages from her own subconscious? [...]

Valerie’s material raises as many questions as it gives answers for, of course. [...] An unbelieving scientist would say that Valerie is hardly in touch with a discarnate Jane, since science doesn’t accept survival of death. [...] The most parsimonious view — the simplest, stingiest one — would be that through studying the Seth Material Valerie subconsciously divines the replies I want from my dead wife, and in all subjective innocence comes through with her trance messages for me, to fit my own stubborn belief in Jane’s survival.

[...] A commitment is required upon my part in this case: I think that Valerie’s message for me is from Jane. A possible qualification of that belief can be that the material is interwound with data Valerie picked up from Jane’s world view, where Jane wouldn’t have necessarily been involved — only the body of her personalized and emotional experience in physical life. [...] Yet I have my own intuitive proof, because I strongly feel that the contents of Valerie’s message fit very well both the physical and the nonphysical Jane Roberts.

I wrote Valerie that she was gifted psychically and suggested that she might cautiously proceed with learning more about her abilities, to whatever extent she chose. Valerie is thirty-eight years old, and lives with her husband in a western state; they have two children. [...]

(To Valerie.) And do not feel so bad. [...]

(To Valerie.) There is, in the main, only one kind of betrayal. [...]

([Valerie:] “That’s what I fear.”)

([Valerie:] “What am I going to do with all these charges that I’ve got built up?”)

(To Valerie and Vanessa.) Now, I give you two my greetings and I will toss out, as Ruburt would say, a small goody for you. [...]

[...] (To Valerie.) And you, as Ruburt would say, were wild on the flute. [...]

(To Valerie.) You are doing well, and I am glad to see a good smile from you for a change. [...]

(Valerie told of being afraid of the fears she has.)

([Valerie:] “Why do I? [...]

[...] I know, for example, your great identity with all the other selves, in your terms, that you have been and will be and know that your feeling of isolation is an illusion and yet, you (Valerie) must know it. [...]

Now I have adopted this measure simply because it is impossible to speak to each of you individually with any depth or meaning, but (to Valerie) I want you to realize that you are not alone, and that isolation is a manufactured thing. [...]

Now, you are here for one particular reason this evening whether you know it or not, and it is because you knew our new friends, the Greek twins (Valerie and Vanessa) and so you came when they attended class. [...]

(To Valerie and Vanessa.) I will have more to say to our Greeks here as time goes by. [...]

(To Valerie and Vanessa.) Now I have a few more remarks for our twins over here. [...]

[...] You (Valerie) can to some extent get relief from your own feelings of isolation not by reacting to others, but by opening up to nature on an emotional level, not an intellectual one; and also by relating to this one’s child. [...]

(To Valerie.) This one was here last night and I was here and I spoke to you because I am such a friendly fellow and you do not remember. [...]