“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane reports that during the sessions she now talks along on faith or trust in a way that she couldn’t do ordinarily. Also while delivering Seth’s messages her hands seem to be “fatter.” She first noticed this phenomena two sessions ago but for some reason never mentioned it to me. At times during a session her hands feel heavier and waterlogged, the fingers fatter, the palms thicker, so that when she makes a fist her hand has a different feel to her than ordinarily.

Because Ruburt has been somewhat annoyed with me and because I do not want to hurt either of you, let me say again that you averted many tragedies, and if you did not always take the easiest or the best course you have never taken the worst course, and you have never acted through malice. Now I hope Ruburt will stop yapping like an angry cur and let me continue.

(Break at 9:25. I had done my yoga exercises at 8:30 and felt very relaxed and light-headed. My handwriting was very fluid. Smoking a cigarette during break, Jane received the words “—and as far as mediums are concerned—” but told Seth to wait until she had finished. She also admitted that she had been somewhat upset with Seth because of what he had told me the last two sessions; this I had not known. Jane resumed dictating at 9:30.)

Surely you see where that leads us. If you will forgive me, my dear Joseph, you are full of air. I won’t say hot air. But you look like a man. The man form, the physical form, is a camouflage that you see. You do not see the air of which you are composed when you look into a mirror. You are also composed of much water, yet you do not see a wet spongy mess when you look into the glass, at least I hope not. You see the camouflage or the physical form.

It is not a matter of inventing new instruments any longer. It is a matter of using the invisible instruments that you have. These instruments may be known and even examined by their effects. This material itself is evidence. It is like the branch that moves so that you know wind by its effects; and a windbag like me by the billowing gale of my monologues.