“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I laughed. But Jane asked me to get pen and paper, so the session got under way in our living room. For the first time we did not use the Ouija board. The curtains were open, it was still light out, we could hear people talking downstairs and in the hall outside our door. Nothing seemed to interfere. During the session we observed no voice phenomena to speak of. There was a moderate darkening of Jane’s eyes.)

This is but a brief session. I do not intend to keep you very long, but I am pleased with the letter from Ace; and Jane is right, you have them hooked. And why not? My name was in the book. In any case the two of you are needed, as I mentioned earlier. For one thing we three have much in common. More in fact than you know thus far.

This is just a short private little session. I have never completely trusted the written word half as much as I trust the spoken word, and on your plane it is difficult to trust either. But I do not feel that I could be myself as easily if you tried automatic writing, for example. I do not mind speaking through Ruburt’s mouth. Somehow the sound of the words is rather pleasant. But seeing myself transformed more or less into plain black and white words on a page of paper seems dull and uninteresting. And I have always enjoyed conversation, which is the liveliest of all arts. And I am speaking now of the social arts, dear Joseph. Already I can see you yelling foul. I did not mean that conversation was on an equal par with painting.

It just happens that Ruburt’s ability happens to lie along the easiest route as far as these communications are concerned. That is, both of you have pursued separate abilities because of the bent of your particular personalities. You will go on now to develop other senses as you learn of them. The problem is not only to receive data through the inner senses in an undistorted and coherent manner, but also of translating this data into the particular camouflage patterns with which you are familiar.

I do intend to go into all the inner senses in a very detailed manner but tonight is not the time. Ruburt would also do well to try for inner visions. However this will take much practice on her part, as she is as far from proficiency along that line as you are far from her use of the ability to transform inner data into audio patterns.

It is not that difficult for me but there is after all literally a stupendous amount of information, and even though I can more or less “see” it at once, I cannot give it to you in this manner, and that is where much of the difficulty arises.

You are such fun, you two. I simply will not let you use automatic writing. Not that I couldn’t. If I do say so myself my prose is excellent. Even Ruburt will have to agree, with a certain amount of green-eyed envy. But it simply would not be the same and I surely hope that neither of you press the point until it hurts.

There is so much I could say. I could run on for hours but you would probably catch me. Incidentally, I am not fonder of you, Joseph, than I am of Ruburt, though I hope this doesn’t hurt your feelings.

It was not safe to play around with Ruburt in such a manner ever, because when you weren’t looking he would be just as liable to hit you over the head with a rock for something you had said ten years ago, and completely forgotten. Not really a rock, but you know what I mean. Some things about a personality never change.

There, you two chickadees, good night for now. If you want, I’ll subtract an hour from tomorrow’s session, but I hope you won’t be that picayune.

If they every do, save them. I don’t care about how long I communicate, but I don’t want to be blamed for fatigue or missed sleep or anything of that sort. I can tell you, though, that any unscheduled sessions will be the exception and not the rule. Too much of a good thing, you know—ha ha.