“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Ruburt correctly sensed that I was with you this afternoon. You both tuned me in, and I found your discussion extremely interesting, though I must say I am rather glad that I do not have to deal with such matters myself any longer.

I am now used to being so greeted by your pussycat, and while it bothers me not one whit, Ruburt does not take kindly to being so treated.

(As Jane delivered the following paragraph, I felt my familiar thrilling sensation sweep over me from head to toe, quite strongly. Remnants of it lasted for a while as the session proceeded.)

Again, let me set your fears at rest. Financially I see no difficulty with the given figure. The water is pure. The hilltop air will add three years to your life. You will have to make your own decisions. I foresee no trouble myself. You should not keep any of the children’s belongings.

(The house was very dirty and unkempt, and I wondered whether such a small thing as a toy ball could remain undiscovered by Jane and me for some time, with Willy perhaps playing with it in the meantime.)

(Break at 8:15. Jane was dissociated as usual. Just before break, she held her hands out to me while dictating to indicate they were “fat,” or felt enlarged. They looked to be so, especially the thumbs and index fingers. I attempted no measurements, since this procedure had indicated before that there would indeed be a definite physical difference in finger circumferences.

(Jane then began to abruptly dictate again, sitting across from me.)

(“Does someone want to speak to me?”)