“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Break at 9:27. By now Jane’s voice had regained its normal tone, though it was a bit hoarse. We sipped some wine. Among other things I mentioned that I had intended to ask Seth about schizophrenia sometime. Jane began to get an answer to this, and when she began dictation her voice was normal. Resume at 9:30.)

(Jane’s voice was by now a little deeper and stronger; but that was the extent of such phenomena for this session.)

(Jane now turned off the brightest of our two lights, then opened the blinds as Seth requested. She stood at the window, looking out at our busy intersection one house away as she talked. Fresh snow covered everything.)

His senses are extremely acute, his inner senses perfectly attuned. Even now he senses my presence. However as he grows more familiar with me his strange actions will altogether cease. My presence alternates between you both and this leads to confusion on Willy’s part. Watch him even now.

(Even as Seth spoke through Jane, Willy uttered a loud meow. He began to tease and jump at her, as he will do when he wants attention. Now however he was unusually persistent. Entangling himself in Jane’s feet as she tried to pace back and forth, he finally interrupted her dictation while she petted him. He then hopped up on Jane’s empty chair, opposite mine, and lay there staring at me for some time while I took notes. His eyes were very large and luminous and somehow darker than usual. I then realized that Jane’s eyes also had this look when she was dictating. It was some time before Willy finally relaxed and slept on the chair.

(Seth now referred to a fragment of a vision I had experienced the day before. I had been doing some painting when once again I seemed to see my brother Loren, as a monk in a previous life, wearing his old red robe, fall face down with outstretched arms upon the same dusty red road upon which I had seen him before. This was a very brief vision, and the first that had popped to mind consciously while I was doing something else.)

(“Can we take a break now?”)

There is no such thing as division as far as the personality is concerned. Even a full-fledged fragment can turn into an entity in certain cases. There are no rules that hold any living thing down to one form or one kind of existence. And now, dear patient friends, I bid you a most fond good night.