“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

This one, that one, is one of your favorites, and one of Ruburt’s, and for that reason I myself do feel a warmth. I would suggest that Mark also exercise himself in the use of psychological time. He should progress fairly rapidly. His impulsive nature is actually somewhat more restrained in this life than it was in the previously past life. Nevertheless, one of the problems for the personality is still the need for a more disciplined ego.

Mark’s whole family, in fact, have been in one way or another connected in a rather unusual manner through at least three successive existences, and the family of course has interchanged roles accordingly. They are still working out old problems, and in some cases are doing very well.

The exception should interest you all. Do you have any idea, Joseph, who the two could be?

(Break at 10:10. Jane was dissociated as usual. Bill said that in his observations of Jane as she was delivering the material, she walked with a heavier tread than she usually used; that she kept her hands in her pockets, which she usually does not do; and that her voice, while within her range, was quite a bit heavier and deeper than usual.

(Seth’s mention of Ed Robbins, who now lives in New Paltz, NY, struck me as rather strange. Ed and I became acquainted first by mail when we were both doing free-lance commercial art work. At the time, many years ago, we did not meet. Later, while I was living in my hometown of Sayre, PA, I received a phone call from Ed inviting me to work with him on a project in Saratoga Springs, NY. This time it was a syndicated comic strip. Indeed, Ed introduced me to Jane the day after I moved to Saratoga, where I lived for about a year in the mid-fifties. Within a year Jane and I were married. Then for some time we did not see Ed; the last time was during an overnight stopover in New Paltz, when Jane and I were on our way to York Beach, Maine, on vacation. It will be recalled that it was in the dance hall at York Beach that Jane and I saw the projected fragments of our own personalities, that Seth dealt with so extensively in the 9th session, of December 18, 1963. [See Volume One.]

As you mature and gain in knowledge, you do not obviously grow fatter; in other words, these qualities take up no space. They are not even visible in your space. Physical growth exists in terms of your sense of continuity, and therefore is projected into space and time. The evolving mind takes up no space. The personality takes up no space. You cannot look at it, or feel it. You can merely see its results.

The painting is in a room with three windows, in a large building. It was not stolen but misplaced. The reasons are many. One of the main reasons is one that has to do with Mark’s own personality and psychological makeup.

Mark’s energy resources are scattered this evening. On another occasion, when he is in better control of them, doubtlessly we will be able to do better. His abilities are vibrant, but the discipline of which I spoke is needed to enable him to focus and concentrate his abilities along constructive and purposeful lines.

May 23rd will represent another, and perhaps the last crisis as far as Miss Callahan is concerned. I would advise Mark to go ahead with his plans to find an apartment, but to look over all aspects of any particular apartment that he has in mind, foreseeing difficulties of a temperamental rather than practical nature with the landlord. This would have nothing to do with practical arrangements, but would rather be a more or less mutual antagonism that would rise up between them in a little time.

(This bald head just about filled the screen from top to bottom, although I was aware of a rather thin neck. I was not aware of any clothing. The man was in his later forties perhaps, or older. His head had roundness to it. There was something of an Oriental feeling about the features and the composition, though I do not believe the person was an Oriental.

(The color was rather monochrome in this vision, almost an overall brownish gray upon the head. The features do not remind me of anyone I know, although there is a resemblance between them and a black and white ink- and-wash drawing I have for sale at the gallery where Jane is employed afternoons. I feel this drawing is one of my best, and have a rather secret hope that it does not sell, since I would like to keep it.