“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The predicament will, indeed, involve the man with whom she is presently connected, and will have to do with a renewed dependence upon those drugs which he had been so dependent upon at one time. The local situation would have been disastrous, culminating in her suicide. This will not occur now.

I throw in dates for your convenience, because you like to check me so well. I give you an August 12 to 15 date on your Miss Callahan, and an August 24 date to be cautious yourselves. I do not anticipate any great difficulty for you on that date, but an unpleasantness could definitely arise. I will give your Philip in advance a September 2 date, and then with everyone’s permission I shall continue with the discussion on the nature of matter.

For Philip’s sake again, I do not anticipate any sort of disaster, but plans may be born at that date which will affect his participation in his professional field. I also see a sort of trouble in September for a woman neighbor, who lives three doors down the street from him.

A V comes to mind. Whether this is the person directly involved, or a person causing the difficulty I do not know. Ruburt is so preciously guarding me, and so afraid that what I say may not prove true at all, that he does a beautiful job of blocking me when he gets the chance.

I mentioned that this creation is constant, and while objects appear to have rigidity and permanence, they do not. This is by way of a brief review for Philip. There is however, what we will call an interval between the entrance of each energy pulsation into the physical field, and its replacement by another.

Physically, you do not exist for as long as, or the same amount of your time, that you do exist. We have called the interval of physical nonexistence antimatter, or negative matter. This of course from your viewpoint.

Your senses do not perceive this. They are far too slow. At some time your instruments may discover this interval. Nevertheless, for all the appearance of permanence and rigidity, your chair is only a chair by virtue of your own concept—gestalt, that is in itself severely limited due to the limitations of outer senses. I have mentioned that your cause and effect theory is in itself antiquated and distorted. Matter in itself does not decay, since it does not exist as one object long enough.

(At this moment, by coincidence both Jane and John lit cigarettes. Jane smokes often during her deliveries, yet has little memory of doing so. Habit operates here to perfection, since while delivering material Jane will pick up her package of cigarettes, shake one out, light it and puff away, without losing track at all of her material.)

You have read, or Ruburt has read, a scientific article having to do with biological, electrical, or magnetic man. Hogwash. Some validity definitely, but the conclusions drawn are hogwash. Nevertheless, energy enters your plane which is not materialized into mass, and I am energy which is not transformed into mass.

As you know the subconscious is an extension into your field of the inner self, and with those so talented the subconscious, when correctly referred to, will lead to hard facts of the inner universe, with which every inner self is thoroughly acquainted. You at least do not swaddle and suffocate what I say in veils of pseudoreligion, and for this I am thankful.

When his senses, his outer senses, do not perceive a physical object in his self-perspective (and hyphenate that please), in his self-perspective, the object simply does not exist. If the object is touched and not seen or otherwise perceived, then in his self-perspective it exists only in the realm of his sensual perception of it. It does not exist to be seen if he does not see it. If his father, for example, sees the chair that the boy does not see, then the object exists as a thing to be seen in the father’s self-perspective. Each individual himself creates a portion or a whole physical object. Many people appear to see an object, but the object that they see is not the same object, but only approximates an object.

Your idea of space is so erroneous that it is extremely difficult to set you straight. For every apparent single object you have, literally, infinite varieties, and no one particular object indeed. From your own perspective, from your own space perspective, through the methods which I have given you, you create your own version of a particular object, and you do it by using energy in a personal manner.

Nevertheless, the objects are simply not the same objects. You do not see, feel, smell or touch the same object. I will shock you further by stating that, in your terms, the objects do not even exist in the same space, but in the personal self-perspective space, formed and created by any given individual.

We can even carry such an experiment further, and at a later date we shall certainly do so. Incidentally, this simple fact will not even meet with disbelief from your backward scientists, since no one can dispute it, and experiments have already been conducted along these lines.

(As soon as I asked this, instantly, I heard the following: “What do you mean, neck? It’s a bad tongue that’s causing the trouble.”

(I then finished my self-induction. Some time later, it seems, I became aware that I was watching a youngish woman in a polka-dot dress, white dots on black or a dark color, climb up three or four back-porch steps and enter a house, with a screen door closing behind her. She might have been carrying something. At the foot of the steps stood a little girl looking up at her disappearing mother. [I do not know how I felt so sure this was mother and daughter.] The little girl, with brown long hair and some kind of short nondescript dress, stood with her back to me. I then heard her say very clearly, in a high-pitched little girl’s voice: “You got the ball? You got the ball?”

(Then again, later yet, I heard myself asking: “What’s your name, little girl?” This time a voice, it could have been my own, answered from offstage to my right: “I’m Bonnie Lou Ryerson.” “How old are you?” I asked. The same voice answered: “I’m seven years old.” I did not see anything this time. There was more, but I believe that by this time I was coming out of the desired state and was consciously connecting the name Ryerson with a local teacher by that name whom Jane sees occasionally in connection with the art gallery where she works. I do not know him, or whether he has children.