“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There is nothing to be done. The character will learn to grow, and has been extremely hampered in development thus far. The situation which she will encounter is still unfortunate, but nevertheless of a lesser nature than would have been encountered here.

The local situation would have involved five people, two of which are known to you. The public humiliation would have been too much for her. The man will still become involved, not in the location to which they will be presently situated, but in another within a period of a year. That is, he will be involved but not discovered. She will know, however, that he has been taking the drugs again but will not betray him.

The personality of the woman is given this time to suffering. However after this incident her situation will change for the better over a period of three years. The man, had they remained here, would have been a main participant in a dope scandal that has not yet broken but is even now gathering.

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 pun. It is as you know an extremely difficult topic because of the limits of your own conceptions. Philip may not be able to follow me too well, since he has not heard, nor read, any previous discussions on matter. But this again will not matter.

However, the personalities that inhabit these seemingly twin bodies to your own are not the same. Your scientists have already discovered the theory of antimatter, but assume that it is completely separate from your own universe, I believe the latest theory being that a universe of antimatter may possibly be found at the furthest reaches of your known universe.

Antimatter exists simultaneously with your own universe, and approximates it in terms of your own idea of time. This may be possibly discovered within a short time, but it will not be accepted. Because of the perilous and necessary relationship and balance between matter and antimatter, it will never be possible for you to contact the universe of antimatter.

The reason should be apparent; if you consider for the sake of analogy, you may think of our fifth dimensional space once more. Your universe of positive matter is but one portion of the stuff of reality or energy as it is temporarily apparent, instantaneously, at one point within one of our imaginary cubes.

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.

(“What if the boy closes his eyes but touches the chair?”)

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.

The confusion arising, for example, in the case of witnesses to a particular event such as an accident, shows perhaps what I mean. You also know by now that not only men, but also all consciousnesses, contribute to the formation of your physical universe. Consciousness comes first.

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.

(This is really weird, and though it is now 11:00 AM as I write this I am still shaky. I was rather tired this morning but began work on my ESP book as usual. As 10:00 AM approached I did decide I would have to rest for half an hour; I then got the idea of putting myself into a light trance and suggesting that my subconscious would consider any problems I might encounter in the chapter I was working on. At 9:55 I turned the radio off in the front room where I was working, and leaving the doors open between the front room and the bedroom, I lay down.

(As I began to put myself in a light trance state, suddenly from the living room came a static noise such as our radio often makes. It was loud and unmistakable, with a voice-like sound in it also. I knew very well that I’d turned the radio off, but I was tempted to get up and check, and under ordinary circumstances would have done so. However, I then remembered something that had happened sometime last week when I had also been trying psychological time, that I had forgotten. That time I had also turned the radio off, but then I kept on hearing music from it, in varying volume. I started to get up but remembered the click the switch made when I had turned it off, so, curious, I stayed on the couch and listened. The orchestrated music continued for perhaps three or four minutes before fading away. Later I checked the radio and it was indeed turned off. Today after I got up I checked the radio and it was turned off also.

(This is but the beginning. Today I listened for the noise again but heard nothing. I then continued putting myself in a light trance, suggesting that my subconscious would give me an experiment that would prove the validity of clairvoyance, premonition or prediction for the chapter I was working on. I was thinking in terms of an experiment for the reader to try.

(I then tried to contact my husband Rob mentally. I said, “I love you, I’m standing by your chair in the art department at the card co.,” but though I felt very light I did not see or feel myself there. I wondered if Rob might be out of the room on coffee break.

(I told myself then that I could travel if I wanted to; look, I told myself, and you shall see; my feeling of ecstasy came, but in a reassuring rather than frightening manner. I suggested that I would snap out of the state in half an hour as usual, and that I would feel renewed and energetic for the rest of the day.

(I knew I was in a good state, but it occurred to me that I needed someone to ask me questions, or that I should somehow direct my purpose and energy. I repeated a few times that I stood by Rob’s chair again, but nothing happened. Then on impulse I said mentally: “What’s wrong with John Bradley’s neck?” [Visiting last night and witnessing the 63rd session, John had remarked about the feeling of a lump inside his throat or neck, yet could not find any lump.]

(I was so startled and shocked that I came to instantly. I was shaking with amazement. The voice was very impatient in tone. As I snapped to I was answering it aloud, but cannot remember what I was saying. The sound of the voice was very loud—it scared me as a sudden loud sound will. I had the feeling that I could have asked more and that it would have been answered, but this was right after I came to. I regretted coming to, as the answer I received was the kind that makes you want to ask more questions.

(I have just used the pendulum, asking it if the voice experience was legitimate? The answer was yes. But I didn’t have the heart right now to ask it any more questions.

(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.

(It might be added that the next day as Jane and I were leaving the house we met Leonard Yaudes, our neighbor across the hall. Leonard knows Mr. Ryerson, and said that he did have a daughter, who was he thought possibly about seventeen. Her name, Leonard speculated, not knowing Mr. Ryerson too well, was Julie or Kathy, or something like that. Jane and I have not checked further. I remember that upon obtaining the name while in the trance state, I became very anxious that I remember it to write down later. Ironically, upon awakening I discovered that at least momentarily I had forgotten it; but as soon as I began writing this account the name Bonnie Lou came to mind, and I feel that it is correct.