“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Last Wednesday afternoon, April 22, 1964, Jim Beckett visited me briefly. He is a computer service technician whom Jane and I had met but two or three times some months ago, before the sessions began. We became acquainted with him when he was a TV repairman. He is also a ham radio operator and a science-fiction fan; thus the three of us got along well from the beginning, when we met Jim as he called to service our TV. But after this first acquaintance we had not seen him since, and often wondered what happened to him.

(At 10:25 Jane abruptly handed to me a paper and pencil and pointed to the table. I had my own equipment handy however, and grabbed them up. Jane began to dictate then in a strong and somewhat deeper voice, pacing rather energetically. It was the first session with more than one witness. Note, also, that at the close of the 46th session, Seth had remarked that he would “speak to you Monday if not before.”)

Inner data, even this, must make its entry through some distortion. We must always work together, but you must never consider me as an infallible source. This material is more valid than any material possible on your plane, but it is nevertheless to some degree conditioned by the camouflage attributes of the plane.

Some night I will address many people, all of whom knew me, and many of whom knew each other. When Ruburt’s abilities mature, and when if ever he is able to forget that awesome ego, we will really show some signs. I was not originally in favor of gaudy displays. However, your precious Psychic Society has made me feel as if I would like to give them a good boot.

You try to trick me. I do not do anything in the terms to which you refer, and my activities parallel your own only in a very slight manner. There is a quality of value existence and extension with which you are not familiar, and a pulsation that I cannot yet make you understand.

(End at 11:40. Jane was dissociated as usual. Bill received a nine-word sentence of Jane’s during delivery, before she voiced it. He gave me his notes to put into the record. Jim stated that the personal information about himself was correct, although neither Jane nor myself had any knowledge of these things, having met him but briefly on a few occasions some months ago.

(The girl’s back was to me. She had long black shining hair, was quite slim and shapely, and wore a sleeveless, yellow, silk-like blouse that seemed to flutter and glimmer with iridescent highlights, as though in a breeze. Looking back, I believe the upper half of the window was open; I seem to recall seeing the girl’s left arm draped over the top edge of the still-shut lower window.

(The girl was struggling to open the window. She never saw me, nor did I speak to her. I never thought of trying to.