“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Before contacting Malba we had sat quietly for some time with but one dim red Christmas candle on, shielded by a curtain. We obtained no results of any kind. I was not particularly in the mood but I did not want to give up so easily, so we turned off the light and sat in the dark.

(Malba met her husband Bronson there; he was a foreman in the factory or plant. Her husband died two years ago [in 1962] in Marlborough, England. He was not English himself, but had English relatives and was visiting them. He had an English grandmother.

(Malba worked in the factory but a few months. Although not intelligent obviously, she shows an awareness of this fact, and regards education as important. She died in 1946 in the farmhouse kitchen. She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the dreary flat landscape. A pickup truck was parked out there. She felt a sharp pain in her chest and died of a heart attack. She fell upon the kitchen floor and broke a plate.

(Malba said that on her plane she was supposed to learn things, to be taught, but she didn’t know how. Others come to teach her. She called Seth a philosopher.”He’s smarter than I am.” She likes it where she is much better than on earth. Sometimes she is all alone, can’t see anyone else. She doesn’t know how she gets around; for instance, she will find herself doing something without knowing how or why she started it.

(She couldn’t describe very well how she got through to us.”But I’m here, aren’t I?” She likes us because we don’t make fun of her. She can visit different places on earth, but she couldn’t name another place, or other people. She did not hang around her son in California.

(She has no sense of time on her plane, but was too inarticulate to explain to us what she meant. She has no sense of light and dark. She remarked quite spiritedly that I asked a lot of questions.

(Malba could not explain what she did between visits with us. She “learned things.” She agreed with us that she knew more now than when on earth. She didn’t know when, if ever, she would move onto another plane. She remarked quite often that Jane and I were not at our best tonight and that she wasn’t either. She said that now she will often do things she doesn’t like to do, but could not explain when I tried to learn more. She did say everything was easier though. She said the population of Decatur was about 12,000.