“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The atoms and molecules themselves, through their own capsule comprehension, form into particular objects under the direction, but not the coercion, of the individual who is in charge of any given particular physical construction.

Neither of you can see the glass that the others see. We spoke of this briefly. I would like to go into more detail. The three of you each create your own glass. You each create your own glass in your own personal perspective. Therefore, here you have three different glasses, but each one exists in a different perspective, in an entirely different space continuum.

(By now Jane’s voice was even lower and stronger than it had been a minute ago. Already the change was more drastic than it had been for many sessions. Her voice did not boom out, and was still recognizable as her own;yet the change was great, and I wondered if it might be even more dramatic. The presence of witnesses usually calls forth a little extra on Seth-Jane’s part as far as voice phenomenon is concerned. The 63rd session, when John Bradley had last been a witness, had also seen some voice changes; but they had been mild compared to this.)

Physical objects simply cannot exist unless they exist in a definite perspective and space continuum. But each individual creates his own space continuum.

These continuums exist in a positive manner. They are not illusion. They exist spontaneously and simultaneously, but no man can walk in another man’s space perspective.

(Jane and I of course looked into the doorway but saw nothing. Bill has seen many images and apparitions during his life, and Seth has in past sessions discussed some of them, and their origin, briefly; so Jane and I were not surprised when Bill said he had another sighting.

While Mark creates his own image, you seem to see his image, but you do not see it. At this particular time there are three entirely different Marks in this room, although I use the term “this room” very loosely.

The motion and the speed varies from regular constructions. I am in this particular instance speaking through Ruburt while I have also stood by in a construction and watched him speak. At a later date I may be able, briefly, to speak from my own construction. But this will take training and I will need the use of much cooperation.

(At our request Jane remained standing where she was; she said that she “tingled” as she stood in the proper spot. She was not frightened, although uneasy when Bill and I first told her of what we saw. There was no doubt of what we did see. The effect lasted for perhaps a minute or two, the room was sufficiently well lighted [although not blazing with light; during her deliveries Jane usually has one 60W light on, but at break we turn more lights on; and if this bothers Jane while talking she automatically snaps them off as she paces about.] and Bill and I had plenty of chance to make sure of what we were looking at.

Your emotional feelings are, as you know, the inner senses as they appear close to the physical plane. These are the directives. You form in your own personal perspective the data that exists within the inner self, but you do this on an individual basis in line with your own expectations, suggestions and attitudes.

(Sam Levine knows about Seth but has never attended a session. He has been invited to. He has expressed neither belief nor disbelief; he has also listened to part of the tape recording we made of Jane when delivering the 25th session. See page 183. Someday Jane and I intend to put the pressure on Sam and make him attend a session, no matter how busy he is. [Session 25 is in Vol. 1.])

(We found the front door locked and bolted, then spent a few minutes looking around the front half of the place, and admiring the view. It then occurred to me to walk around back to see if the back door was also locked. Jane had the same idea, though we thought little of it at the time. And we did find the back porch door open. It had no outside lock, but was locked from the inside by a bolt arrangement.

There is nothing to be feared for Mark. His lung will remain in excellent condition for the summer. Nevertheless, I still maintain that it becomes imperative for him to live alone, or the condition will continue. He will cause the return of symptoms, if he does not seriously take steps to assure his inner self of his intention. This is by no means meant to alarm, but to help him evade such a difficulty.

He is, in any case, not in danger of a more serious attack than the first one. Other attacks, if he allows them to continue, would not be as difficult, but they would be unnecessary.

I do not like this sort of message, but you did this, and I owe you what help I can give.

It is true that in some ways he is in need of discipline, but in other ways he is in need of freedom, and he will discover his discipline in terms of freedom.

There is much that I would still like to say tonight on matter, but it does not matter if it waits longer. I bid you all a most fond good evening, and thank you for your cooperation and interest.

(My hand was somewhat tired from writing, but not in bad shape. Jane, Bill and I discussed an experiment the three of us could try while Bill was on his trip. He planned to go to Cape Cod; as soon as he was settled for his projected stay of several weeks, Bill was to write us. He would give us certain times during evening hours when the three of us would try to contact each other telepathically, and make notes of whatever impressions we might receive.

(Jane was sitting across from me at the table. As soon as I had my say she abruptly began to dictate again. Her voice was as deep as ever. She got up, walked over to the divan, and in a most masculine gesture proceeded to squat on one arm of the divan, leaning forward with her hands on her knees. I had never seen her use this gesture before. But there she sat through all of the following material. Her eyes were very dark.)

I certainly did not enjoy the mixing of the papers. I could not help but mention this, and I hope you have set them straight.

You may not see it, but you will know that I have left it.

I leave ordinarily close to ten past eleven, often when I could stay longer; but Ruburt has decided upon the hour and he—

—he pushes me away. He is a stubborn lunkhead half of the time, and a stubborn donkeyhead the other half. All in all, he will do, but it shows what I must put up with.

I have tried to take care of your writing hand, my poor befingered Joseph, but if you are truly tired I will take leave of you begrudgingly.

(I had to admit my hand was pretty tired and cramped by now, but inertia helped. As long as I kept going I could keep going.