“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I cannot afford to give you any predictions at this time for fear that you would unconsciously distort them, and then it would seem that I was to blame.

The method of communication suits me temperamentally, and believe you me I can be temperamental. Somehow, to me at least, it seems that automatic writing could become like an institution. It is often so one-sided. Also, I enjoy the questions that you do manage to get in. Oftentimes they remind me of other things I would like to say.

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?

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.

(“What would you think of my trying some woodcarving, for instance?”)

(“Well, suppose I tried to carve a likeness of you in wood. Could I get that likeness by using my inner senses? Would it come through?”)

It would if you looked for it. It might be fun certainly to try.

I mentioned once that I found sculpture to be a more imprisoning form than say painting, music or a poem, and here I will mention my reasonings. You will have to look at this in an opposite manner than is usually used when discussing such arts. I believe that it is usually considered that an art is more powerful if it appeals to as many outer senses as possible. That is, you would perhaps think that a statue would be extremely lifelike because it exists in space and depth, having width and girth. That is, you can feel it, see it and touch it.

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 would be nice if you had a fireplace, wouldn’t it?

(“Yes it would. My parents have one and we’ve often envied them.”)

I am having my hands full trying to give you material on Joseph’s side without trying to manipulate both of your relatives at once. Do you realize how much time and how much involvement it would cause you to give someone else a rundown on your own relatives, just in this lifetime?

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.