“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now you may each interpret your experiences in your own way but feel the independence of yourself from this room and from this time and from this existence. It is, indeed, real and so are dreams real. Pretend then that the room itself is a dream from which you are almost about to awaken, and with your eyes closed still, you will awaken from this room into another place and another time, and with your eyes closed you will awaken to another reality as valid and legitimate as this one. A reality in which you are intimately concerned and feel within yourselves the inner identity recognizing that which it now sees and perceives.

(To Sally.) What Ruburt was tuning into earlier was a 17th-century existence of yours in which you were also a woman. He saw you coming down a staircase wearing a gown, a ball gown, in Versailles. Now the name was like the name of a well-known philosopher, Teljard. The first name was Naneen. The years 1721 to ‘58. Your husband was what amounts now to a Colonel in the 14th Regiment then stationed within that city. You had two children, one now your present sister. She, at that time, was an actress, however, a profession for which you then did not have the least understanding and showed little compassion for her efforts. At that time she died an unfortunate death. You had nothing to do with the death, however, you felt guilty about the circumstances for she did not do well in her profession and died, indeed, of starvation in another town never having told her family where she was. She died in Bordeaux.