“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Seth, when the three of us sat before the mirror last night, you caused Jane’s reflection to change shape. Then you said it was another entity we were seeing there, however dimly.”)

Oh yes. I was surprised. The entity never was an earthling—completely different plane. No point of reference for you at all.

(“How was it possible for an entity from such a different plane to intrude like that upon our plane?”

Last night was very instructive in many ways, though for a pair of partners you two are sometimes no helpmates. If one is not reluctant then the other one is. I prefer this to gullibility. Your friend is caught between charming gullibility and self-conscious, sardonic refusal to accept many things. Last night was no 4th-of-July fireworks, but it was your first such experience.

(Now Seth paused, and Jane said that that was the end of the message. We tried waiting, without asking questions. Then Jane began to receive another message, which she dictated.)

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.

Now Loren was a priest in the Roman Catholic church. I’m sorry, I’m not sure if this was in Wales or in France. The monastery was of gray brick. He copied old manuscripts, fussy as an old woman, and yet this methodical part of his nature there served him very well.

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.

(Break at 9:45. Jane paced back and forth constantly as she delivered the above message. She talked just fast enough to keep me writing at near top speed; by its end I once again had writer’s cramp. Also, Jane’s voice was getting hoarse. She began dictating again when she felt more material coming through. Resume at 9:50.)

Loren was 3 times a man. The overall impression of the 3 existing personalities is nevertheless female, for the reasons that I have explained. Sex, regardless of all your fleshy tales, is a psychic phenomenon, merely certain qualities which you called male and female. The qualities however are real, and permeate other planes as well as your own. They are opposites which are nevertheless complementary and which merge into one. When I say as I have that the overall entity is neither male or female, and yet refer to various entities such as Joseph and Ruburt, which are definitely male names, I merely mean that in the overall essence the entity refers or identifies itself more with male characteristics, or so-called male characteristics, than with the female.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky that you don’t request a demonstration of the tree to grow up through your living room. You will have to forgive me but I am not really irritated, dear friends, with this desire for demonstrations. Ha, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. It is only that you are so innocent and I am so amused. You have so little conception yet of what is involved, and yet personally I found last night’s session enjoyable. Your friend however really would have intruded, in a bumbling but quite domineering manner, had I so allowed him. He is like a child begging for a piece of frosty cake, and I must admit I was tempted to shove his head in the frosting.