“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You may call me Seth, John, although in case you are interested your entity name is Philip. Because, Philip, you are such a good witness, and I must admit because I too have known you in the past, I consider you an old friend, and we shall to some extent renew acquaintance.

I always delight, if you will forgive me, in astounding the present personalities of acquaintances by letting them know that I have known them before. It is a failing of mine but I enjoy it. And you, Philip, were twice a woman and once a Moor of some considerable stature, as well as the personality in Boston which I have already related.

Indeed like you, my dear Joseph. In your case, Joseph, and I have said this many times, you overcompensate now for past, shall I say fleshiness, by a most unnecessary esthetic and self-punishing attitude. Philip on the other hand is performing no such compensations, except for the one instance of choosing a good-looking wife and therefore permitting himself to treat her kindly.

This was in Belgium—and I will not be tricked, my dear Joseph—it was in Belgium in 1632, and our Philip in a rather sensational case for the times actually brought this husband to a village trial, a particularly unusual occurrence at that time. His name was Yolanda Schrav—

Nor should John-Philip forget what I have told him as far as gout predisposition is concerned.

There is no way of measuring the inner experience, or the psychological experience rather, of someone who has lost a friend in death, but you do not deny that such an experience exists. Yet if two people see, in your terms see, the same apparition, then instantly we must speak in terms of the weight of the apparition seen, the color of the eyes. For any so-called extrasensory perceptions you insist upon twice the evidence, and under circumstances when the evidence is vivid in its own terms and must be translated first, before you will accept it, into the alien outside senses, which simply are not equipped to receive it. This is for Philip’s edification, I hope.

I am not saying that you should not believe the evidence of your senses; I am waiting for you to say that. We know that our so-called tables are not solid. Even your science knows this now, and yet your eyes see the table as solid. Face up to it, my dear lovelies: Your senses lie. The table is a conglomeration of quickly-moving atoms and molecules but you see it as a table, and you see it as solid. Your senses, and again this is to bring John-Philip up to date, your senses are perceptors of a camouflage physical world which is created by the inner self through the use of mental enzymes in a pattern set by the mental genes.

John-Philip is correct, and our schedule should be maintained. Personally I have no objections to an extra session for Ruburt’s publisher, but I will not condone less than two regular sessions a week, except for circumstances beyond your control.