“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Seth’s point here is certainly well taken, and Jane and I have often discussed her phenomenal physical performance during sessions. If one were to set out consciously determined to go walking for a period of two hours, twice a week without fail, he might approximate somewhat what is involved. But Jane, while thus engaged, is also busy translating Seth’s messages and speaking them aloud. So a more accurate performance might be for one to take a two-hour walk, talking constantly the while; the combination interspersed with perhaps three short breaks.)

Your father in that life tried to control the horse but its forefoot came down upon the nail. Your father planked the hot shoe upon the foot and you screamed, thinking of the horse’s pain. You were three. When you stepped upon the nail in California, the memory leaped from the depths of the third level of the subconscious, through shock, into the uppermost or first subconscious level.

(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.

Your name was Williams, as your hypnotic session showed. You met Ruburt in Boston, in this country, after an absence from him. You did have five children in the family, that is, two brothers and three sisters, one sister dying before you were grown.

You were ordained under peculiar circumstances, not being educated in orthodox terms. When you migrated to Boston you took the name of Drake. I do not know the first name. You were young when you migrated, and the ship was three days late. Smallpox broke out in the hold. A captain took you under his wing. You did not sign on as you should, and were discovered; but you reminded him of a nephew, last name Phillips, and he protected you. There was also a girl on board.

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.