“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(It had been a very windy night in late summer or early fall. We could tell there was a railroad nearby, but it was so dark we could see nothing. The trees thrashed over our heads, and Jane’s nervousness finally infected me. We ate a quick supper, then drove on. It was some hours before we could find another place to stop. We had our dog Mischa with us. Until otherwise noted, the answers came through the board.)

Intuition correct but misplaced. Place reminiscent of another in another life, when the wolves came. Dark and wooded, same time of year. Also had dog with you that other time.

Forest, Denmark. (Pause.) Jane shouted but no one was near. Railroad reminded her of a river, very narrow, that ran nearby.

You were not in this family, but were resting during this period. Your two present brothers were intertwined with your life on two other occasions, once as friends and once as cousins. Your present father secretly admires Loren’s apparent easy sociability, not knowing that Loren is forced to laugh and shout loudly, just as your father is more or less forced by his own personality to sit silent and sullen.

(Jane dictates:) Of course. The images represented a culmination of many years experience of a negative trend. If you had accepted them you would end up as an exact replica, as you transferred into the images. If you had, then what creativity and constructiveness were still in you would have softened the faces of the images, really to an amazing degree. You would be recognizable to friends, but nevertheless changes would be noted. The remark would be made that perhaps you didn’t seem the same, and for good reason.

(Jane dictates:) There was an afternoon in a small park when you were a boy, about eleven. You sat on a bench, eating ice cream piled into a cone. It was, I believe, in late summer or early fall. You thought you were alone. You had visited your father in his shop of machines of some sort. It was close to five, September 17th, but on a day when there was no school.

Another boy appeared, standing in the middle of the walk. You had not seen him approach, and took it for granted that he came by way of a walk that wound around a bandstand. He had jacks in his hand. You looked at each other and were about to speak. A squirrel ran up a nearby tree. You turned to watch, and you were going to point out the squirrel to the stranger, but when you turned around he was gone. You looked around and could see him nowhere. For a short time you wondered, and then the incident was forgotten. As a matter of fact, at that same time your brother Loren was looking out of your father’s shop, and he saw nothing.

The entity, after all, does just this in creating the various personalities. What are they but projections or fragments from the entity itself? What the entity does however it does consciously and with purpose, since it is by definition beneath consciousness, and without consciousness there is no purpose.

It is obvious, however, that all these powers of the entity cannot be vested in its various personalities. The consciousness of a part of the whole could not bear the weight of the consciousness of the whole. Fragment personalities could not possibly contain the whole, but they do contain the seeds of the whole.

The powers of the seeds are to remain latent, but many times they bear fruit. In each life the new consciousness struggles to tie together the whole present personality, to use what is necessary from the subconscious for the good of the personality, and to keep submerged in the subconscious any knowledge that would threaten the dominancy of the present ego.

Jane is very tired. For this type of session we really need three nights between. I could go into more on the English life of your brother, but don’t believe I could reach Jane clearly enough. Her participation is exhausting. This sort of psychic maneuver uses many reserves of energy.

(This remark referred to a very vivid, colorful dream I’d had on December 18/63. We had wanted to ask Seth about it during this session, but forgot to.)