“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“What is the situation?”)

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.

One could be compared to what I will call a before image. Your universe is the focal point for physical manifestation, where the manipulation of matter predominates. One of the other two universes to which I refer is formed as energy is nearly approximate to your own; and energy not yet within a strong position to materialize into matter does, nevertheless, manage an early, somewhat weaker form.

The negative universe is, therefore, composed of what we may refer to as a beforeimage and an afterimage of your own. As you may have surmised however, each of these is composed of what you may call, for your own purposes, seemingly exactly like your own universe and following your own time perspective.

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.

I am more than amused. Such hilarity is good for what you may call my constitution.

I have said more than once that I am no spooky spirit indeed. Nor am I dead. Your egotism, imagining that what you cannot perceive must therefore be either dead or nonexistent, does not even trouble me.

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.

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

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.

(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?

(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.]

(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 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.

(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.