“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At the exact time the session was due Monday, Jane, Del, Midge and I were visiting our landlord and his wife on their farm in Pine City. As 9 PM approached I watched Jane to see if she would give any sign that she was aware of Seth, or that he wanted a session. She gave none; later Jane said she hadn’t the slightest inkling of Seth’s presence as session time passed. Del and Midge have left, and we anticipate a normal session tonight.

(By 8:55 Jane was a little nervous, though not as much as in the past. She had no idea of Seth’s subject matter for the evening. As session time arrived our cat Willy also became quite active. Many insects had accumulated on the screens of our living room windows, and a few had gotten inside the room. Willy rushed several of them, even climbing up the screens at times.

—after missing our last scheduled session. Ruburt had my permission and even my blessing.

These are completely separate constructions of energy into matter. You do not—and I repeat: you do not —perceive all constructions into matter. You only perceive your own physical constructions. Ruburt intuitively grasped this fact even before our sessions.

(Pausing beside our Kennedy rocker, Jane set it rocking back and forth.)

Measurements can be made of one so-called one physical object merely because inner communication is so exact and extensive. In our last session, during a break, Philip mentioned the television set as being one physical object, about which he believed you could all agree in any discussion of size, material, color and dimension.

If our individual calls for help, and if per chance the constructor of the hose answers the appeal, his hose construction would take precedence, filling its old pattern.

(Fri. 6/26, 11:30 AM: Not much achieved. I asked again about the trouble with John Bradley’s tongue, and received the very unclear word “callous.” As this answer came I saw a large sunny yellow room, with a table and chairs arranged against a far long wall. The room was shaped like our big living room.

(Also on Friday: On the way up our stairs tonight I had a sudden strong feeling that an envelope was under our door. I thought of a telegram. Rob was getting the groceries form the car so I had no chance to tell him. On reaching our door, I found a note left for us, from a friend.