“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Even though I do not give you much time to comment, I still like a give-and-take mood, and the interplay of personalities that you get in this manner. Believe it or not, your comments are invited. I will even say welcomed. If Ruburt, or should I call him her, Ruburt, Jane-if Ruburt-Jane feels slighted since I address you so much more frequently, it is because your mouth is free to answer.

I was not trying to reach Ruburt in her sleep. Even I am not so bold as that. A woman’s slumber is after all a private and sacred thing. See how prim that last sentence would sound if it were merely written down without the lively, slightly sardonic inflection which I manage to give to Ruburt’s voice?

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.

This is a very pleasant little session and very enjoyable for a change. For heaven’s sake, Ruburt, get yourself a match. The suspension and suspense is killing me. Will she or won’t she light that cigarette? Please find a match.

Because Ruburt deals in words it is easy for me to communicate in this manner. That is, Ruburt automatically translates inner data given by me into coherent, valid and faithful camouflage patterns, into words. The data that I give is not actually sound on my part. The transference of my data is automatic and instantaneous on Ruburt’s part and is performed through the inner workings of the mind, the inner senses and the brain.

It is much more difficult for this data to be transformed by you, Joseph, and Ruburt is right here, because you are sensitive to inner visual data, and pictures that you get in this way would frequently need interpretation.

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 am sorry that this involved Ruburt with so much work voicewise, and that it involves you Joseph with so much hand work. I do go along with your individual talents, making use of them when I can, and helping you to develop abilities that you have let lie unused and latent.

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.

I will have much to say about Ruburt’s family, whether he likes it or not. I did meet with Ruburt’s grandfather, who said that his favorite granddaughter last time was a good kiddo.

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.

Incidentally, you called me when you were sick last year, though you probably don’t realize it consciously, and Ruburt was calling help like crazy. When he gets panicky does he ever get panicky! He guards you like a mother hen, you egghead.