“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There is on Ruburt’s part a fear of becoming overly involved, and there is no basis here for any such danger. The wind is the wind irregardless of the branches through which it blows, and I am, irregardless of the subconscious mind in which or through which I appear. This should not need repeating. Obviously however I must repeat it constantly.

The American Society for Psychic Research will give you greater benefits I believe than the people at Duke, in this particular instance. I was not aware through Ruburt’s subconscious mind of the Society when Duke was mentioned earlier in these sessions. In the long run you are both better off that Ruburt’s publishing house did not take her book at this time. Incidentally, Ruburt is learning some inner confidence as far as depending upon his inner resources in the handling of problems in ordinary and professional life.

Your scientists know that all matter is composed of the same elements. They do not know consciously how to change a river into a forest. This manipulation, as I have explained, is undertaken unknown to the recognized conscious ego.

If at any time in the future there is even the necessity for a deeper trance on Ruburt’s part, I will let you know at the time and there will be nothing to worry about. But as a rule this will not be the case, and at all times Ruburt can use his own volition, giving or not giving his permission. This should relieve your minds on this point.

I do not bring about the trance state in the manner of which you are speaking. Ruburt switches another channel on, through which my essence can enter more readily. There is the problem here of my entry also into your conscious minds. This does certainly involve a looking inward on Ruburt’s part, but it is not self-hypnosis in the terms usually spoken of, merely a focusing upon an objective inner stimulus in much the same manner that you focus upon an outside camouflage stimulus.

Concerning your tree: You were aware that the tree would fall. You received this inner data at noon but you ignored it. In this case your outer senses served to restimulate the inner data. The noise of the wind and so forth gave you a glimmering of the earlier data that had not reached your consciousness.

The material was received, transformed into a poem, distorted in the last two or three lines where the prerequisites of technique involved the addition of a word that added a distorted meaning. And in the first place the data came into his consciousness in a watered-down form.

(“One smallest sliver of a thought/ Can cut its way through bone” could, Jane believes, be interpreted as a bullet in figurative terms. She states that consciously she had no inkling of the president’s death two days in the future, but now she wonders if unconsciously knowledge revealed itself in the poem.)