“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.

Nevertheless at such times the old wounds are opened without the present personality’s understanding or awareness. The reminiscent stimulus charges storms in the subconscious, which themselves sometimes initiate fresh instances of unpleasantness.

Many times a woman. Sensuous.

Died last time when a small child. A boy, lived in England. Three brothers and two sisters. Died of diphtheria, 1871 (See page 59 where I wrote 1671. Did Jane say the two dates? Or my error re one of them—or both?) 9 years old. (Jane dictates:) Lived in the third house before the end of a dead-end lane. Died in a front upstairs bedroom. His present mother was a very jealous older sister. The doctor charged 3 shillings for his final call.

(“What was Dick’s name at that time?”

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.

(Break at 9:55. Giving this answer seemed to tire Jane considerably. She said that receiving the material direct instead of through the board was much more exhausting. At the same time she is definitely aware of a feeling of impatience on Seth’s part. The board, she states, is much too slow a medium to use at times; and even my writing, fast as it is, is sometimes too slow.

(Jane is developing the habit of pacing back and forth as she dictates. Her eyes seem half shut [and darker somehow], though I can see she is watching my progress writing. Usually her enunciation is good, though at times I have to ask her to repeat a word.

(Jane dictates:) However, you had no way of knowing what had happened, and your abilities at that time would not give any permanence to the image. Subconsciously, there is no limit, really, to what mind can accomplish.

On this plane you must work within certain limits. Man simply cannot use all his abilities on the earthly plane indiscriminately. Nevertheless, occasionally a personality will astound itself by such an image production as the one you met in the park. Usually this particular type of image production vanishes by the time the personality reaches adulthood. In childhood, however, such occurrences are frequent.

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.

(Through the board:) No. (Jane dictates:) She needs time to recuperate.