“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At 8:00 PM John Bradley arrived to witness the session, and to inform us that his friend in his hometown, Williamsport, PA, had finished copying Volume 1 of the Seth Material and was ready to begin Volume 2.

(Perhaps because of the presence of a witness, Jane began dictating in a somewhat louder and deeper voice than usual, and maintained the voice all evening. Her dictation was also faster, though she paced at her usual rate. Her eyes darkened as expected.)

It is actually a blessing in disguise, in some respects, that Mrs. Masters has left your town. Her name is Y-o-l-y-n-d-a, and a situation was ready to arise in her immediate environment which still will occur, although not so drastically.

The woman will marry again at the end of three and a half years, in your state of California, and this time she will be in much better condition. The man has been early headed for tragedy. She chose him knowing this, in order to be of comfort, since in a previous existence in Austria, two men were severely treated at her recommendation. She was at that time a male, dying in 1911.

(Making this pun, Jane’s voice became somewhat stronger and again a little deeper. This was the most voice change she had exhibited in some few sessions.)

(Break at 9:27. Jane was dissociated as usual. John Bradley set to work drawing a map of his neighborhood in Williamsport. On this map he indicated the location of each house, and it developed that there were two families with two children who lived three doors from him. Of these two families John said that the name of one of them, Snyder, immediately popped into his mind as Seth gave the pertinent material. A copy of John’s map will be found at the end of this session.

(Break at 10:00. Jane was dissociated as usual. She resumed in the same strong and somewhat deeper voice at 10:15.)

(Break at 10:37. Jane was dissociated as usual. During break Jane, John and I discussed the above material, wondering what transpires when the three of us with our different viewpoints looked at the same object, for example our TV set; did we all see the same object?

(End at 11:08. Jane was dissociated as usual. My writing hand felt no fatigue to speak of even though it had been a long and fast session. Neither Jane or I exhibited any other hand phenomena.

(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.

(View of clouds and sky passing by. I was looking out at it through a glass window of some sort; sensation of traveling fast, quick view of cockpit.

(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 can’t really describe the sound. I seemed to pick it up with my ears like a very loud garbled static; and this voice, a man’s, was distinguishable amid the static, and formed it somehow. The static was like a bubbling in my ears, from within. The sound didn’t come from the room. The voice was definitely independent, another person’s, not my own; nor was the thought my own.

(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.

(It was just 10:30 when I snapped out of the state. The alarm had not yet rung however. Did I come to then because I had told myself I would at 10:30, or because of just plain fright?

(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.

(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?”

(In answer to the little girl’s question, I said, “Here’s your ball, little girl.” I then realized that I saw a darkened ball something like an old tennis ball, lying in grass in front of me and somewhat to my left. I impulsively stooped to pick the ball up—and then on the bed I twisted my body with the effort; this was enough to break the transmission, although I don’t believe I came out of the desired state.

(I might add here that this is the first time I remember that while in the state I attempted to deliberately perform a physical act. I think I may have touched the ball; certainly my left hand was curved and grasping as though about to pick up such an object. I have no memory of the little girl’s reaction, or if she heard me. After turning on the bed, I did try to recapture the picture, and asked the girl a question about her name, to which I received no answer.

(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.

(Sunday 6/21, 9:30 PM: Once again while in the desired state I felt my hands and forearms become quite enlarged; and again in this state they felt as though they were far apart—again, 6 feet or so. My thrilling sensation was just beginning when the state was interrupted by an opening door. I felt the experience could have been a good one.