“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(By now Jane’s voice had begun to grow somewhat deeper and louder.)

(Break at 9:45. Jane and I both were surprised at the amount of material we had gathered in forty-five minutes. The time seemed to fly. During this session our cat Willy slept the whole time. Jane’s voice never went beyond a certain medium deepening and a small increase in volume. At times as she talked it was quite normal. During this break I mentioned that I would like to ask Seth about flying saucers. Jane resumed dictating at 9:51.)

(Here Jane pounded the table for emphasis, although her voice was normal.)

Ruburt, you can stop playing ring around the rosy. (Break at 10:20. Seth referred to Jane’s habit of pacing endlessly around the room as she talked. Although her voice sounded normal to me, Jane said that during this session even so she has a subjective feeling that her voice is different, and that sometimes it is a strain to pause in the middle of a monologue to speak to me as herself and not Seth. At these times she reports that she would rather nod her head to a remark or question of mine, so as not to break her continuity with Seth. Jane resumed dictation at 10:28.)

(Once again Jane’s voice became loud; but it was still quite recognizable as her voice.)

(Jane dictated the answer in a loud firm voice.)

(Break at 11:28. We were both very tired by now, Jane especially. We decided to end the session with one more question. During this answer Jane spoke in a low and quiet voice. Resume at 11:30.

I didn’t hear her speak. I know she didn’t do as beautifully as she does for me in your own living room, and I am sure she spoke in her own voice. Nevertheless I understand she came up against a Frank Watts in poet’s clothing—a shocking experience for anybody. She always did like to teach, and this ability is one of the carry-through traits of her various personalities.

(Last night, Thursday, we decided to try a few experiments. Color card experiments yielded no results. At 8:45 I received the words, “No winds ever blew across the prairie but I was there.” We sat in semidarkness then, at a small white table in front of a full-length mirror. I tried to put myself into light trance. Rob asked questions and I began to answer, using my own voice, which was more wavery in tone than usual however. We had no idea of what effects we might get, and because of the poor light Rob did not take notes during the experiment. He did write the whole thing down immediately after.

(Finally someone who said her name was Malba Bronson spoke through me, in my own voice. She said that she died in South Dakota in 1946, at the age of 46, and that presently she inhabited a “midplane.” She said that she knew Seth, who was however on a higher plane, and that he would explain the term midplane to us. She also said that Seth would probably call her “Malba Toast.”

(I had the feeling that Malba had trouble with pronunciation at times. I often spoke in a light fading voice.