“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Because of the Miss Cunningham dream and the “Idea Construction” experience, Rob suggested that I try some experiments in ESP and expansion of consciousness and do a book on the results — negative or positive. Those of you who read my two other books in this field know that the experiments were astonishingly successful and led, through the Ouija board, to our first contact with Seth.

“You’re moving it,” I shouted.
“Hon, that isn’t fair.”
“What a riot.” I tried to laugh.
“I’m not doing it,” Rob said.

I ran into the kitchen. “Do you want some now?”
Rob shook his head.
“There’s something that wants you back at the board.
You’d better sit down again.”

“Is it?” Rob asked. “Or do you only permit it freedom — with great caution and under certain definite conditions?”

“If you were doing this instead of me,” I said, “you’d be cautious too.”

During all of this time, Rob and I were having our first experiences with mobility of consciousness. What else could consciousness do? What could mine do? The questions filled me with wonder, and we tried all kinds of experiments.

“It was a craft,” I said. “Something Sarah’s father bartered for the shoes… something to do with fishing nets. The village was right by the sea. The cobbler’s shop was the only one around, though there were other villages. Sarah’s father made fishnets out of seaweed, dried seaweed. They wove it together like rope, then made the nets.

“Do you know the name of the village?” Rob asked.

“What do you see now?” Rob asked.

I was quiet again. Rob didn’t know exactly what to do, so he just asked the first question that came into his head. “Were the people happy?”

“That’s a silly question,” I retorted, but with a great impartiality; it didn’t seem that it was me replying at all. “They were as happy as anyone else then. They didn’t like their babies dying, but they just thought that … that was life. They drank a lot. Most of them couldn’t read. Well, the sexton could some, not much. People didn’t think it was necessary. They didn’t have books, so what good did it do to learn to read?

“What did it feel like? What do you think about it?”

“I’m going to do a sketch or painting of it,” Rob said. “The colors were terrific.”

“Do you know who the man was?” I asked.