“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(By 8:45 PM Jane was nervous as usual before a session. No witnesses had appeared. Jane began dictating in a rather quiet voice, and maintained it for most of the session. She paced as usual and her eyes darkened as usual.)

Perhaps you can begin to sense the value fulfillment of such intelligent energy structures. You know very well that time as you know it has no meaning except within the domain of your own plane. I have hinted once in the past that I was touched by something that could be loosely related to, or substituted for, what you think of as time. It has nothing to do with intervals, or with beginnings or endings.

(Break at 9:27. Again for a first break, Jane was fully dissociated. She knew that she was dictating very slowly, she said, yet she was not groping. She felt Seth was searching her vocabulary in order to express himself as best he could. Here she thought that Seth was dealing with a concept that was not suited for expression in words, nor was it meant to be expressed in words. Jane felt that what came through was close enough but still left a lot to be desired.

(Break at 9:51. Jane was dissociated as usual. For the last several minutes, I had become increasingly aware of some of the now familiar sensation Jane and I label as “fat hands.” It was strongest in the fingers of my left hand this time, whereas usually my right hand will be most involved. I did not attempt any measurements this time, being satisfied now that when this feeling of enlargement is present, there is a definite physical difference. See the 54th session, page 99. Jane’s hands were not affected although they had been in the last session.

(Last week, Jane had awakened with the lower left side of her jaw badly swollen. The doctor had not thought it a bad tooth, and put her on a regimen of anti-biotics. The swelling was now gone and Jane felt all right, though she planned to see a dentist for an X-ray to check upon any possible bad tooth. She had no trouble eating. Now during break, she used the pendulum to ask her subconscious a few questions about the cause of the swelling; the answers she obtained indicated the cause was psychosomatic, and that a salivary gland had been involved. While she was conducting this little session, she reported that she felt a great, amused tolerance from Seth.

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.

Any serious illness possible or probable in Ruburt’s present existence would have occurred in his youth, at the age of 15, when a severe psychic crisis threatened. A serious illness was possible for you, Joseph, at the age of 33, and was averted. However, in all cases even minor physical nuisances deplete energy. Energy is yours for the asking, as you know, but you must know enough to ask.

(Break at 10:31. Jane was dissociated as usual. My hand was somewhat weary, and her voice showed signs of weariness also. She resumed at 10:36.)

This was the reason for your serious physical trouble. It would not have been so serious except that in the stable as a child, you could not understand how or why your father would so inflict pain upon the horse, slamming the hot shoe upon the wounded foot. You identified in terror with the animal, and hence when you stepped on the nail for a moment the identification brought on the physical condition.

The horse-serum base given you therefore only made the situation worse. This caused your violent physical reaction. The touch of paralysis was a result of your earlier paralysis of fear—would your father treat you in the same manner?

(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.

Steep steps led up to your house at that time. Your wife’s name I believe when you grew was Nell B-r-o-w-n-e-l-l. You will find an affinity to horses or with horses if you try to paint them.

(“What was my name in that life?”)

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.

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.

Walter Zeh was your wife’s sister. I have decided to tell you this. Walter Zeh was tubercular, and also as a woman extremely fleshy, as indeed your wife was. When Walter met Ruburt’s mother they also disliked each other instantly in this life, since they quarreled over the same man, and you were that man. You wanted the sister that you did not get. In other words you wanted Ruburt’s present mother.

(I asked Jane if she wanted to end the session, but she merely shrugged. I could see that she was somewhat tired; her voice was getting hoarse also, but since I hoped we could get a little more information to verify the hypnosis experiment, for use in Jane’s book, I decided to continue.

You became disillusioned with your wife. You had a brief affair with the sister, that is Ruburt’s present mother, but she was even then like a vulture and scared you off. She never forgave you for breaking with her.

(“Well then, can you tell use what my occupation was in that life?”)

Your occupation was that of an Episcopal clergyman.

There was a church of brick, in a neighborhood at first pleasant and then deteriorating. An old mansion across the street was turned into a grocery store. There was, later, a dress shop nearby, and from the third story window front you could see the water.

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.

(Jane’s voice was by now very hoarse and tired, yet she continued. I take Seth’s reference to a friend’s apothecary shop to mean the one operated by our friend in this life, John Bradley, who has been a witness to several sessions. According to Seth, John in his immediate past life ran such a shop in Boston; he moved at that time in the outer circle of our acquaintance. See the 21st session [in Vol. One]. In that life Seth states John died in 1863, which helps determine the time Jane and I lived in our immediately past life also.)

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.

(End at 11:30. Jane was dissociated. She was now very tired, her voice very weak. All she wanted to do was sleep. Neither of us displayed any hand phenomena by now.)

(Friday 6/5, 9:30 PM: I tried this session without deliberately inducing the light trance state. Saw a little girl in a short dress kicking up the dust in a gutter beside a curb; making the dust fly quite diligently. Also heard some popular music. I was snapped out of the desired state several times by a shouting voice, unrecognized. Also several other vague glimpses and sounds.

(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.)

(Jane: Sun. 6/7, 11:15 AM: I was reading some pages from some kind of psychic journal, dated sometime in 1962. I could read the material very plainly, but forgot the contents on arising.)