“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

However, you have both learned how to deal with annoying situations, and you are better equipped now. Ruburt does block me on gallery material. At this stage personal blocking of this sort is stronger during such situations, and this is entirely natural.

If Ruburt will permit me one small note here. You, Joseph, have been extremely helpful to Ruburt during the past few days, although I know it is on your part an extension.

If Ruburt will bear with me: He will benefit from your fairly objective ideas about the gallery, if you can bring yourself to discussing them objectively.

I know it is almost time for your break. However, if you feel up to scribbling for me for a few more moments, I should like to add some more while Ruburt is letting me through, as I am not certain whether he would block me after the break or not.

With your permission I am hurrying on while Ruburt still goes along with me, and will suspend our discussion of matter for a while longer.

This is then the reason for our fuss, and since Ruburt did enjoy a certain independence in which he functioned well, he now feels deprived and angry. It will be difficult for me to say more, though this much should be a great help. Also, close or even fairly close supervision bothers Ruburt because of the constant closeness of his mother in space, during youth.

As far as blocking is concerned, understand that this is a nearly automatic reaction, built up through the years. And if your positions were reversed, Joseph, you would be blocking me more. I suggest your break.

I am going to end the session early. I consider it a most fruitful one. However, much of it was given to personal situations, and there is not time in any case for me to launch into other data on material this evening.

I very cleverly lulled Ruburt’s ego into a false sense of security, from its standpoint, and then it did not block me nearly as much as I thought it might. Ruburt will definitely benefit, and so will you if after reading this material you give him your idea concerning the situation. I have given you both an understanding of the basic situation, so that you will have it at hand to form your own decision.

Party of sorts (yes. [pause]). The name escapes me.

(The board appeared to be dead, so I noted down that the session ended at 11:15. Jane and I were in the mood to continue, so we thought we’d try a few stratagems to get the board working again. First I sat at the board alone to see if I could get anything. In the past this had never worked for me, the pointer not even moving over the letters.

Roberts you closed me off. Why?

Wants me to learn more.

(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.

(9:00 PM: This might be called the Louisiana episode. I am somewhat unsure of this, and will have to wait for Seth’s explanation. Unfortunately I did not retain all of it upon leaving the desired state. It took me at least a day to recall what I am now putting down.

(The man looked up at me. He appeared to see me, and to be not surprised at my position. He pointed at the car; I could not see into the windows.

(My correspondent had thick brown hair, a slim muscular build, a wide generous worried mouth, a squarish jaw. Each time he spoke to me, I saw him all alone, as on a large milky-white screen. The screen cut him off at the waist, and was large in proportion to the size of the man. Each time he spoke, he seemed to lean into view on the screen from the lower right, and remained leaning somewhat as he spoke. My viewpoint had also lowered itself, though not to his level.

(“Can you see me?” I asked.

(Things began to get vague, as though I was having trouble focusing on the situation any longer. It became very difficult for me to speak, and I recall trying very hard, almost desperately, to finish what I wanted to say.

(I do not know whether I finished or not; I have the feeling George Marshall promised to contact me. [It will be remembered that Seth had instructed Jane and me to ask this of whomever we managed to contact during psychological time.]

(In an effort to jog my memory, I have consulted a road map altas. Two town names in the northeast corner of Louisiana seemed familiar to me: Columbia and Cameron. Yet later, out for a drive with Jane, it popped to mind that the town name I wanted was Sheridan. During the experiment I then recalled thinking that the name George Marshall gave me was a reasonable one for a town, and that it was the same as a town [or city] in Wyoming.

(Jane: Sat. 7/4, PM: I looked up at a tall tree and felt as though I was going to levitate up to it. A strong jerk of my feet snapped me out of the state. I then heard Rob’s mother say approximately these words: “You’re taking me back with you, whether you know it or not...” Then I heard “The investigation,” in an unidentified voice.)