“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane and I had driven through the hilly, very lush countryside around Elmira this afternoon; the sunny day had been just about perfect. Our living room was very warm, though, as we sat for the session at 9:25. All of the windows were open. We could hear the very evocative popping of firecrackers a block or so away in the night.

(As we waited for the session Jane began to enter a transcendent, or enhanced, state of consciousness. I started noting down her experiences, but missed out on some of her descriptions because of the speed with which she talked. Her hands acquired a velvety, luxurious “inner smoothness.” Then she had the feeling of those familiar “giant faces” peering down into our universe — and rather nostalgically, too, she laughed. [See the extensive notes for the 653rd session in Chapter Thirteen, describing her various states of altered perception last April 2. In one of those intervals she’d sensed giants standing about the rim of our world.] Now, Jane said, from their massive viewpoint these observers could see “everything happening at once in our world, from California to Russia — like astronauts looking back at us….”

(“There’s a fantastic richness out there.” Jane nodded toward the open windows. “There’s a fantastic correlation between seasonal variations and the length of thoughts that nobody’s suspected. Thoughts make traces on an interior level. You could make graphs of your thoughts and they’d match up with seasonal changes, with the tides and the phases of the moon. But all of those things that seem to be outside are just the manifestations of our bodily rhythms.”

(10:05. “I do want to have a session, only this is so much fun it makes you feel so great! But I’ll have a cigarette and turn into Seth.” With something of an effort Jane gradually quieted her mood. At the same time, she maintained that tonight’s revelations had taken place for a reason. So they had, as we soon learned.

(She flopped back in her rocker, her eyes closed. As if on signal a brisk wind swept the window curtains in; papers rustled and shifted in the room; the small explosions of the firecrackers became suddenly louder. The living room cooled off nicely — and Jane finally did bring Seth down to manageable size. She took off her glasses.)

(11:14. Jane’s delivery had moved right along for the most part. “But I had a hell of a time getting into the session,” she said, “because I was having such a ball with those sounds. I’m glad I did, though….” Her state of altered consciousness lingered. “Right now, even, my voice sounds just great to me, and my hands feel real liquidy, almost like water….”

(The wind had quieted. We didn’t hear firecrackers any longer, just the smoothly rushing traffic sounds. I made Jane a peanut butter sandwich, using whole wheat bread. When she picked it up she said, staring, “It’s almost as if you’ve got to choose between biting into the sandwich, your hand that holds it, or your knee beneath the hand — not because you’re disoriented but because everything’s all one. When you grow aware of that, then you’re confronted with making conscious choices.”

2. Jane speaks for the Seth Two personality occasionally; and that concept is related to the giant-size phenomena.

(“Thank you very much, Seth. Good night.” End at 12:28 p.m. Jane’s altered perceptions continued.)