“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I did not mind because I did so well. (Pause.) Only who is reluctant now, Joseph?

Had I materialized my creature from outer space—I believe that is a current term, scoffed at and ridiculed—however, if I had materialized this image you would have really opened your eyes. Lines of communication were open and the entity merely slipped through, or partially through, momentarily. Even the shape of the features, never clearly glimpsed, were space distortions necessary to come through on this plane at all. As a stick thrown into the water seems distorted to those who watch, so this image thrown into your plane seemed distorted to you. But the distortions were what gave it any features at all. Without them, the distortions that is, you would have seen nothing.

The bedroom in which your brother died was yellow. The sea was not far off, or at least water of a fairly large body. Downstairs was a shop owned by your brother’s father, who was not your father this time. The shop had a large sign out front with a picture of a spoon, and no lettering. Throckmorton could not write. I do not know the significance of the spoon or what kind of shop he had, though I may be able to tell you at a later date.

The house was tall and narrow with three windows on the top floor, with two and a door at the bottom. Very seldom were the windows open. For diphtheria they closed all the windows and the doors. The boy might have lived without the dubious assistance of the doctor. The doctor meant so well, but did so poorly. This time you know him well. Already you must suspect your Doctor Stedge, who has also been connected with your entity on various occasions, though never as a relative. I presume his trade has advanced in stature and proficiency through the ages. I certainly hope so.

Your brother was born on the 22nd of April, I believe in 1671 (I wrote 1871 in an earlier session. See page 49.), and died at the age of 9. I do not believe that the church is still standing or that any records will be found. His eldest sister who is your present mother had a picture of some sort, a miniature in a locket, but it was with her when she drowned. Lack of record should not be taken to ridicule the validity of these facts, since many people today could not find their own birth certificates.

He and your other brother who died at 9 were in Europe for at least part of the same time, though Loren died at a fat and sassy monkish 81. He was not above dallying with shall I say fair maidens, but all in all was competent. Now as a teacher he uses the same talents he used in the past, his rather smirky tongue making up with jokes for prim silence that had suffered in the past. I see him also England 13th century, as a shepherd dying at the age of 33. He has been a male three times. The personalities which he has layered about him are not well rounded. For this reason, though this may seem strange, one-sexed personality pattern is not the best as far as incarnations are concerned.

At one time or another all of us on my plane give such lessons, but psychic bonds between teacher and pupils are necessary, which means that we must wait until personalities on your plane have progressed sufficiently for lessons to begin. To explain more clearly, lessons are conducted with those who are psychically bound to us, although reason is extremely important and I do not mean to minimize its value. Nevertheless what you call emotion or feeling is the connective between us, and it is the connective that most clearly represents the life force on any plane and under any circumstances.

Incidentally I know Jane’s old friend, Father Trainor, who also liked his food, perhaps too well. And so good night. At the end of a session I think it would be most cordial merely to touch your hands briefly to the board. You’re lucky that I don’t request you wear full dress clothing.