“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(It is March 6, 1964. It is a warm and very windy day here in Elmira, much windier than usual. The streets have been littered with debris from trees, and driving home this noon after taking Jane to work I felt several small limbs strike the roof of the car.

(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.

(I began work, sitting with my back to the tree so that I did not see the actual fall. I heard and felt a great roar. The whole house shook with a thump. I heard wires flap loose. Turning, I saw that this particular limb had indeed fallen. Fortunately, it had broken off halfway up, and its tip barely missed our house. Now the yard is littered with sections of limb several inches in diameter and perhaps twenty-five feet long. Our television cable has also been ripped loose.

I bring about such realignment of molecular patterns through direct manipulation. This will not be possible at your level. Even in the distant future such realignments will involve costly, complicated and almost impossible achievements because you will be trying to approach the problem working from the outside inward. The solution lies in manipulations made upon structures from the inside, or a very direct manipulation of the whole self.

(“Do you know who is working on these problems now?”)

I do not know specific people, but I will improve upon these matters as our grand duchess lowers her guard. I am quite dependent upon your Ruburt-Jane, not in my own perceptions but in my ability to communicate them to you. The whole problem lies here, but we are making strides, and we are making them despite some personal temporary setbacks, when Ruburt reads a book that makes him worry about these sessions. Then all three of us work twice as hard for the same results.