“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You perceive only the most initial elements of such an action. It is as if you threw a ball, and could only follow the ball three inches away in space—then the ball would seem to vanish to you. The action would therefore seem completed. You would think it idiotic to image what happened to the ball when youcould see it no longer, for habit would work in such a way that the disappearance of the ball would seem natural and normal, and a part of the nature of things.

So, comparing the ball to an action, you perceive but the smallest portion of any given action, even one performed by yourself. It does not occur to you that there is more to perceive. When the ball goes out of sight, so to speak, you could say for our analogy that it goes into the future.

This would be true as an analogy if time were no more than a series of moments, or if the future were a definite but momentarily unperceived reality. When you throw this ball however it does not only go outward in one straight line thusly—

(In answer to the little girl’s question, I said, “Here’s your ball, little girl.” I then realized that I saw a darkened ball something like an old tennis ball, lying in grass in front of me and somewhat to my left. I impulsively stooped to pick the ball up—and then on the bed I twisted my body with the effort; this was enough to break the transmission, although I don’t believe I came out of the desired state.

[...] I then heard her say very clearly, in a high-pitched little girl’s voice: “You got the ball? You got the ball?”

[...] I think I may have touched the ball; certainly my left hand was curved and grasping as though about to pick up such an object. [...]

[...] You are like children playing with a ball except you have made the ball yourselves and then it will lead you on a merry chase. [...] Just do not frighten yourselves if the ball bounces too high. [...]

[...] I did say that you are playing around with psychic ability as a child with a ball.

[...] However, imagine a small room, a very small room, into which a light Ping-Pong ball has been flung with great force so that it bounces back and forth against the narrow walls. From within the room inhabitants watching would be able, through mathematical deductions, to deduce exactly how long the ball would keep its continuous bouncing activities, at what rate the motion of the ball would lessen, and at what future time the motion would cease entirely.

If you toss a ball in a dream, neither the self that tosses the ball, nor the ball, exist in any space structure as you know it. [...]

And even as the session ended, I heard Mitzi out in the kitchen, playing with the wadded-up paper ball I’d made for her. [...] Again and again she knocked the ball down the cellar steps, raced down after it, carried it back upstairs and sent it flying down again—just as though, it seemed, she still had to perform for us while a recuperating Billy dozed on a comfortable chair in the living room.

Snow ball machine

[...] I circled numbers 1, 5 and 8 (see prediction listing) which read: “Snow ball machine, snowshoes, detective.” [...]

[...] I figured that “snow ball machine” and “snow shoes” were my interpretations to describe any snow equipment. [...]

[...] No sauce with tomatoes on spaghetti and meat balls. [...]

(“and some sort of a grand affair, such as a ball.” A reference to the wedding, but hardly to a ball.

[...] A connection with a photograph, and some sort of grand affair, such as a ball.

The “grand affair” and the “ballroom” implication, you see—the connection somewhat distorted here was the formality of the wedding—clothes, the wedding clothes, which did lead Ruburt to think of a ball.

[...] You throw them around like a ball in a game. [...] But if you want to know what we are doing with the Sumari language, my dear cousin of Richelieu, we are taking away your ball and that is why you all feel so uneasy. [...]

(By now Jane was dictating steadily, almost as she does when speaking for Seth.) “Now everything I just said came in a flash while I was waiting for you to write down what you just wrote; but what I got originally was like a ball of string, so that as I explained it the string unraveled into the words …

[...] I made two ball-point pen drawings of my wife while she lay on her side with her beautiful eyes still open; they were blue flecked with hazel, and were as clear and peaceful as those of a child. [...]

[...] This balled up our schedule, and made me late leaving Jane—at 7:30—but I see I managed to get the session done after a late supper anyhow. [...]

[...] He saw you coming down a staircase wearing a gown, a ball gown, in Versailles. [...]

[...] No matter how much you see someone on that TV set strain to throw a ball, kick one, or run or lift a weight, you can be sure it’s within their physical capacity. [...]

[...] He’s either in me or to the side,” she said, “and boy he’s having a ball tonight!”)

[...] He played with a large ball, and the actual incident was so simple and uncomplicated that under ordinary circumstances it would have resulted in no such results.

[...] He went out to the kitchen, where the ball after he played with it finally rolled. [...]

[...] She also said there’s a new kind of motion, “like a ball bearing,” in her left foot at the ankle, even though it may not look like a different movement. [...]

(Another smile.) This is something like the fox he read of, who to get rid of fleas carries something like a ball of wool in his mouth and walks into the water, forcing the lice out further and further. [...]

[...] Any children’s balls should be discarded and not given to the cat to play with.

(The house was very dirty and unkempt, and I wondered whether such a small thing as a toy ball could remain undiscovered by Jane and me for some time, with Willy perhaps playing with it in the meantime.)