“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(By 8:59 Jane was a little nervous, but nothing like she used to be in earlier sessions. She had no idea of the subject matter for the session. Our cat Willy had become very frisky just before the session was due, as he has done lately, so to forestall interruptions Jane deposited him in another room.

There is not much, therefore, that I can say. But you have both progressed enough in your understanding that the situation should pass without too much difficulty. I would certainly say more if it were possible, but outside of knocking Ruburt over the head, or putting him in a deep trance, there is really little I can say.

There are other constructions, quite as valid, which make little or no impression on the outer senses, but constructions with which the inner self is fairly familiar; and these so-called immaterial constructions exert a strong influence indirectly upon the world of physical construction.

Perspectives lie in this grouping, and other spacial directives. These are utilized in the material universe, but they do not actually exist in it in the same way that, say, a rock or chair does. They represent mediums in which action can occur. Material objects are indeed actions, literally without specific beginning or end, the action being continuous.

It appears that you create the action. For all intents and purposes you create the action, but actually you are really utilizing action and merely constructing it into terms that the outer senses can perceive.

(It will be remembered that Seth stated an art gallery experience was in the cards for Jane many sessions ago—back somewhere in the beginning sessions. At the time Seth also said that had we settled in Miami, Florida, as we considered doing a few years ago, Jane would have worked in a gallery there. He gave some street locations with this information, but we did not try to check it out.)

I am rather surprised that this much came through, but it should at least clear the reasons for the basic conflict for you.

(My hand felt a little fatigue, but only a little.)

In the past he stayed at the gallery despite some natural disadvantages, because of the independence which he enjoyed there, because of the commitment mentioned earlier, and because of innate interest in paintings which surrounded him. But the fair amount of independence allowed was the main point.

Ruburt was not projecting other difficulties to the gallery situation, as both of you thought probable, but was reacting to the limits set upon independence.

The money actually has little to do with it here, as far as the basic problem is concerned. Ruburt subconsciously wanted more money to make up for the lack of independence, or rather the taking away of independence. More pay will of course help generally but will not begin to make up for the basic situation, if it is not changed.

I do not see any serious difficulty ahead for you. Regardless of knowledge, no life is without problems, but if these problems are considered as challenges the way will be much easier.

I do not believe that you have, that either of you have, progressed far enough to take on faith my contention that it is safe to buy your house. I can tell you that it is, but it is best that I do not push you in any direction, and that you act naturally in your own speed.

(I thought I knew, but wanted to make sure, and it turned out I was correct.)

On another occasion I will go into the benefits and dangers of expectations, for these are the result of subconscious feelings, which are not only projected outward but also sensed by others.

(Jane’s father, Delmer Roberts, had visited us a few weeks ago. He is a rover; Jane seldom sees him, and even on his visit from Florida Del stayed with us but a few days.

(This time, the pointer did begin to move, quite slowly. It gradually picked up speed while Jane wrote down each letter it paused over. No sense emerged from the series. It might be added here that out of a whole page of strings of letters, there were no instances of accidental spellings of words—not even short words like to, as, but, is, on, etc. It was almost as though either the pointer or myself deliberately chose to produce nothing at all recognizable.

(Thurs. 7/2, 8:15 PM: I experienced a mild thrilling sensation in my lower legs just before I lay down, but achieved nothing after I had reached the desired and secondary state. I induced the desired state from the head downward this time, and it seemed to work much quicker.

(Later, I was standing just inside a doorway watching myself walk out of the doorway. I let the screen door swing shut behind me with my right hand. In my left I carried an 9 x 12 manila envelope. I wore a cap, a T-shirt and khaki shorts. [I have a pair.] I said, as I walked out the door: “Well, Bob, I’ll be seeing you. I don’t know just when, but...” Again the voice trailed off. I tried to question myself but got nothing.

(At times during this experiment my legs felt bent and somewhat drawn up at the knees, although intellectually I was quite aware that they were still flat upon the bed. Also the feeling of elevation was quite pronounced in my forearms and hands, although my hands lay on a level with my back in actuality. A peculiar feeling of being simultaneously on two levels, this, but most pleasant once used to the feeling.

(Fri. 7/3, 11:00 AM: A holiday due to the 4th of July. Lying down in a very relaxed manner without inducing the desired state, I then again experienced the feeling of elevation in my forearms and hands. Deliberately experimenting, I then moved my right hand a bit so that I became aware of feeling the blanket beneath it. [I had drifted without effort into the desired state.] This contact removed the feeling of elevation from my right hand; but the left hand retained the sensation, so for a few minutes I lay exploring the peculiarities of again being on two levels at once.

(George Marshall gave a clear and lucid answer, but to my chagrin I cannot now recall the town’s name. I heard it distinctly and retained it for some time, yet by the time I began my notes for this experiment I had forgotten it.

(Checking the atlas again, I did not find a Sheridan, LA., where I hoped to. But my eye did then light upon a Sheridan, Arkansas; this is a smallish town perhaps fifty miles or more across the northern Louisiana border into Arkansas, and in a direct north-south line with the north-central portion of Louisiana. But I feel sure that George Marshall named the state of Louisiana, not Arkansas.