“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I see the name Sarah Wellington. She was in a cobbler’s shop—that’s where they make shoes.

(It was in 1748, in England. They were leather shoes. They had huge cowhides hanging up in a back room of the cobbler’s shop, and there were a lot of dried cowhides hanging up in another room, too. It was very cold in there, where the first cowhides were. It wasn’t ventilated, they didn’t have any windows there.

(Her father and mother weren’t there. Sarah didn’t live there, she was just in there. She lived 3 doors away. How long did she live? She died at 17, there in the cobbler’s shop. She died from burns. The cobbler came out of a back room into the front room and there she was, all in flames and screaming. The cobbler shoved her out in the street and rolled her over on the stones and in the dirt, but she died.

(Sarah lived 3 doors down the street in a dark front room. She had two brothers, one off someplace, he was a sailor. The other was younger. Sarah’s father did something for the cobbler, so he made shoes for the young brother and she was in the shop to get the shoes.

(I don’t know what Sarah’s father did for the cobbler. It was a craft, something he bartered for shoes. Something to do with fishing nets. The village was right by the sea. It was the only cobbler’s shop in quite a few villages around there, and there was a lot of community bartering going on. Sarah’s father made fishnets out of seaweed, dried seaweed, sounds crazy, doesn’t it? They wove it together like rope, then made the nets.

(There was a boy in the shop too. He wasn’t their son, just an apprentice to the cobbler. He slept in the kitchen. His name was Albert, Albert Lang. He was 11, I think. The cobbler and his wife didn’t have any children. She had trouble with her glasses. This was strange, because most people didn’t have them. I don’t know where she got them, in another town, but they weren’t very good. Handmade, they had to grind the glass and stuff. They were like magnifying glasses, in a frame on her nose.

(The cobbler was comparatively well off, though not wealthy. He was 53 years old when he died. The boy Albert was too young to take his place when he died, so the village didn’t have a cobbler for a couple of years. The boy was a fisherman for a while. Then another cobbler came and Albert helped him in the shop.

(I can more or less see the main street. I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. But it was never flooded, the road kept the village dry. There wasn’t any sandy beach. No, I wouldn’t know it if I saw it, it’s not there now. I don’t think I’d know the spot. It was just this little inlet, with the rocky hills and not much grass. It wasn’t a seaport, big ships couldn’t get in close. There was just room enough for their little boats to go out after fish.

(In London, I don’t know why, Albert’s wife liked to go to the bakery shops. They had fancier breads there than they did in the village. I’ll figure out why I want to call Albert Ralph. The bakery always smelled good. Sarah liked to eat a lot.