“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Consciously you didn’t know what you were up to but unconsciously you knew very well. This sort of dissociated state can be dangerous, particularly induced haphazardly as was certainly the case with you. If I had not happened to look in you would have been in a great state for the rest of the evening, or should I say morning.

(Here Jane’s voice began to get louder and to deepen as she paced back and forth. Although there was quite a change, her voice did not reach either the depth or volume of the previous session.)

The fact that you slipped so easily into this frame should remind you of abilities that you had at one time. Then, you misused them. But without their previous experience you could not have entered such a state so quickly, with so little knowledge and preparation. When I mentioned homework I was not thinking of anything so strenuous, or certainly suggesting anything that could be so dangerous to you at the present time.

If you recall, part of your mind was conscious, you were capable of normal conversation. Another part of your psyche was completely dissociated and waiting for your command.

I should clarify this perhaps by saying that the split was a split of the entire subconscious. In Ruburt’s case last January 10th the split was of the conscious level. Since Ruburt was unaware of causing the dissociation to begin with, he was unable to find his blundering way out.

Incidentally, so-called schizophrenia follows in many cases along these lines. As for the writing, it was by an (pause) unorganized, unformed, possible personality of Ruburt’s that merely took this opportunity to show itself and supersede a strong hand which has always dominated it.

(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.)

The view is truly astounding. I’m glad you live on such a nice corner; and as far as Einstein is concerned, he saw more than he knew he saw, and he was more than he knew he was. We will go into this thoroughly when we return to our discussion of time.

(On a recent Friday night, we had just returned home from grocery shopping. Jane had opened some fresh food for Willy, and while he ate in our very small kitchen she began putting the groceries away. Carrying an empty waste basket, I walked out to the kitchen from my studio. Jane was kneeling, reaching into a cupboard, and Willy was momentarily trapped behind her. At my approach he began to hiss and spit quite madly, and raced about in a tight little circle, not being able to get out of the kitchen. Jane, her back to him, stood up so quickly that she banged her head on an open cupboard door. The blow was a hard one and left her somewhat dazed for hours. We had never seen Willy behave this way before, and in a few moments he was as friendly and calm as usual, and resumed eating.

(A second similar episode took place a few days later. This time I walked into the living room. It was dark outside. Jane was holding Willy. At my approach he spat in a terrified manner and vaulted from her arms, scratching her quite well on both forearms. Again, a minute later he was as friendly as ever to both of us.)

(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.)

He was your president, not mine. You know who the assassin was. Of course the senseless slaughter was not foreordained. It was always a realm of the possible world, and the tragic circumstances culminated in much the same manner as Jane related in her Idea Construction.

Jack Kennedy himself had a premonition of events and even in the midst of action he was prepared for death. His subconscious mind always knew the true nature of death and flirted with it consciously.

When I said watch the cat I didn’t realize he was going to put on this display. I assure you I didn’t order it.

(Willy was acting up again, chasing after Jane as she paced back and forth while dictating.)

Oswald was always a personality fragment, as all psychopaths are. As fragments of a personality break off in the manner that I explained for schizophrenics, so in some cases part of an entity reincarnates before it should, does not carry its full mental gene blueprint, and therefore causes trouble and confusion. It is as though one of the wild images of a nightmare emerged with full physical power into the world of the day.

(Break at 10:37. During the above monologue Jane’s voice was quite normal, and so it remained for the rest of the session. Without my asking any questions, Jane resumed dictating at 10:45.)

(I was about to ask Seth about assimilating Frank Watts.)