“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.