“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I do not wish to become so involved that you literally screech at me for explanations. Nevertheless, once you asked me about the weather where I am, and I put you off. This is, I admit, somewhat of a play on words. Nevertheless, I have spoken of the value climate of psychological reality.

It is much easier for me to deal with other people’s illnesses and health nuisances, than it is to deal with Ruburt’s. He asks me a question and then slams the ego gates down, refusing to hear the answer. Because of any distortive possibilities, I try to stay out of such matters unless they are serious.

Whenever dates are mentioned, incidentally, I would suggest caution and attention, regardless of the reason given or the person to whom the date is supposed to be significant. This is good general practice. A few times, because Ruburt was so upset, I managed to console him by saying that he wasn’t pregnant when he rather feared that he might be. But you are not after all supposed to depend upon me, but to develop your own insights, and also to gain from your own mistakes and experience. This is why I do not give you gaudy predictions.

Ruburt is quite free to use the pendulum. This involves something that has nothing to do with me, but is a fairly reliable method of reaching the subconscious. As a rule the answers are dependable, and this is all I will say.

(While giving me the above data, Jane as Seth asked me if I was tired, and I said no although my hand was somewhat cramped. The incident referred to above took place in Santa Monica, California in I believe September of 1956. Jane and I were visiting her father there, who was building some apartments. The nail I stepped on penetrated rather deeply through the sole of my shoe, but was not very painful; but since it was rusty we thought it best to get a tetanus shot. We went into the house to wash the foot, and much to my surprise I fainted.

(Before giving me the shot in his office, the doctor gave me a skin test for sensitivity, which proved negative. But three days later while driving in downtown Los Angeles I was seized with severe stomach cramps. I barely made it home, and spent the next month recuperating from a violent reaction to the horse-serum-based shot. I could not walk for perhaps a week. I now must carry a warning card in my wallet, and have been told another such shot would probably be fatal.

(“What did I mean by using the word Maryland, when Jane asked me where I lived in that life?”

Ruburt blocks me. It was not in this country. You came here, to Boston. Maryland is a city. It is not a state in your country, in which you were born. Records may be possibly found in Boston. Your mother’s name was Josephine, hence your name was Joseph, even then.

Here we see patterns re-enacting. Ruburt is all right, although he will try and block me when he can. Of course he knew his present mother earlier, but only as an acquaintance. The familiarity drew him this time and that is all.

(It appears to Jane and me that a distortion has already appeared, since Seth states that I wanted the sister I did not get, yet also married her. I will ask Seth about it in a future session. I did not catch the error during dictation; being as usual so busy writing, I have more than once found it easy to lose track of the content of the words I am transcribing. Too, Seth has previously stated that distortions are most likely to appear either in the beginning or at the end of a session; and this one cropped up close to the end.

I do not know how much further Ruburt will go along with me. There was one illegitimate child as a result of your affair with Ruburt’s present mother. The church had three bells. You were disciplined in all ways except sexual ways. You had close to 300 parishioners and a very husky voice. You died at 63 and were buried in the church courtyard.

Ruburt has used his reserves of energy for the night, attempting to block me. However quite a bit of good information came through and so I must say good night, this time for Ruburt’s sake, as he is blocking Walter Zeh or Z-i-a-k-a material most strongly.

(Sun. 6/7, 3:30 AM: Had been asleep but woke up. While in desired state I then saw very vividly and with some duration the head and shoulders of a handsome man of about 40, facing me but not looking at me. First his face looked to my right, then the head swung slowly to my left. This was quite vivid; there were highlights of blue and white in his hair, which was black; I also remember the highlights on the side of his face, and the skin texture. He wore a blue or black suit coat, white shirt, dark tie. Face was animated; he could have been speaking to others. I also believe I heard some voices.

(Mon. 6/8, 4:30 PM: Glimpse of Jane and I in bathing suits on long beach similar to those at Daytona. Walking towards me. There was water on the right, an incline up the left, and we were just beginning to go up the incline. Jane was swinging some kind of big bath towel or beach blanket around. Some duration here. Saw the two figures some distance away, full figure.)