“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Back home and ready to being typing, I found it so windy and noisy I thought it best to close the windows. The tree that lost the branch stands perhaps thirty feet away on my right; actually it sits on a neighbor’s property. It is an elm that died a few years ago, and possessed a very beautiful and symmetrical shape. I have drawn it several times, the most elaborate drawing being one I intended to incorporate in a tempera painting last winter. I did not get the work done.

(Before starting work this afternoon I studied my favorite tree for a while, noticing that the force of the wind had begun to peel back large sections of bark from some of the middle limbs. One of these limbs arched up over our lawn toward our living room on the second floor, and the jutting-out bay windows of the apartment beneath us on the ground floor. I remember thinking that if this limb should fall, it would be long enough to strike the house.

(Jane was still talking in a voice stronger than usual, though not one any deeper beyond a slight degree. Her pacing was rather slow. Also, her delivery was quite slow and deliberate.)

I do have a structure nevertheless, and I can change or interchange the components of that structure so as to appear or operate under vastly different conditions. During these sessions I use my basic energy components in a different manner than I would under other circumstances. In other words, I change the alignment of my components, focusing my powers into one particular direction.

He knows that his particular abilities are very well developed on a subconscious level, and actually fears that they might carry him away. Yet the intuitive qualities have made him a poet, and have always represented a strong and not weak part of his personality. They are actually well balanced in that they are not likely to sweep him off in any one direction willy-nilly, but could allow him a steady progression into various levels of direct experience.

In the beginning you may receive a more sympathetic hearing. There is one person there in particular who may be of help. I do not know if you will get distortion in the name. I believe the last name begins with a G, though it is not the original Gardner.

It is one of my little tricks to add to his faltering and erratic confidence, and again this is with his inner permission.

Any such signs involve camouflage patterns and do not actually represent direct experience. This is not, for example, my voice. It is a representation or approximation of my voice for your edification. Furthermore in your terms I do not have a voice. Nevertheless it is a valid representation and if I must say so myself, and that’s a pun, the voice is very much like the voice I would use, though Frank had a different one.

This is surely to be expected. Your own bodies are never, as you know, completely the same from one moment to the next. This change of molecular components on your level reoccurs constantly while the outward form retains its pattern. It is possible for me to change the form. It is no longer necessary that the same form be maintained and it is entirely impossible for the exact pattern to materialize upon your level. There can only be an approximation.

There have been few such occurrences. They represent the thing happening. That is, they represent the event of approximate assemblage of energy from one pattern to another. Nor is darkness a prerequisite for such occurrences.

The flying saucer material came through with flying colors, and it is also helpful in understanding the problems involved in the transference and materialization of energy from one level to another.

The material at the beginning of tonight’s session is important. I suggest when you can that you reread the material on the inner senses, the fifth dimension and your precious flying saucers. There is a connection here with the transference of energy from any one plane to another, and from the inner senses for example to a painting, that should be very helpful.

(After the session, Jane said that along with this answer she also received the thought from Seth, which she did not give voice to, that even though Miss Callahan did not pass away by April 15th the date would still be a significant one for her, a time of change; but whether for the better or worse Jane did not know.

I do not know about two witnesses at once as yet. However occasionally one should be beneficial, your Philip for various reasons was excellent.

(Here Seth referred to Bill Macdonnel. Bill is a schoolteacher in his mid-twenties, and one of our friends who has known about these sessions from the beginning. He has read much of the material, and participated in the seance we tried. He has quite often expressed a desire to witness a session. In past sessions Seth has given Bill the name of his entity, Mark, and answered for Bill several questions that we relayed. And of course we have been thinking lately that Bill would be an obvious choice for a witness.

I do not believe so. I will give these matters some thought. I do think, though in a somewhat different fashion, and one that you will find extremely interesting. I hope to go into it in the future.

(Jane also received a thought concept from Seth concerning his method of thinking. It was brief, but to the effect that if he were with a roomful of people he would not confront each one in turn but “experience” them altogether, using his inner senses to appreciate as a whole all the personalities and emotions about him.

(“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.)

One smallest sliver of a thought

One day he’ll find his features changed

From that one fact that he ignores—