“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Tues. 8/11, 8:15 PM, I tried the technique of immersion as discussed by Seth in the 78th session. I tried mentally contemplating the brick wall in Ed Robbins’ fireplace at his home in New Paltz, N.Y. It seemed to work. I soon achieved a feeling of elevation and pulsation in my left side, including my left hand and foot. For a time the left hand also felt as though it were lifting out of itself in a doubled-up position. I believe I might have achieved more, but was interrupted by the singing of a mosquito in my ear.

(Jane has also been trying contemplation, and has observed the beginnings of a few achievements, after a long period without success in psychological time.

The psychological frameworks behind physical reality are also composed of energy, and are the building blocks that I have mentioned earlier. Their expansion is not limited by any of your known, or misinterpreted, laws of space or time or thermodynamics, since they exist in a dimension where such laws simply do not apply.

It is self-propelled, self-perpetuating as a psychological energy unit. It will indeed materialize itself upon the physical plane simultaneously and withdraw itself simultaneously, as I have explained earlier. Your time sense gives it and all matter the appearance of durability. The energy that composes the smallest or any physical unit, passes through the physical field where the outer senses can no longer perceive it. Some, and a large amount, of this energy passes through the physical field so that you do not perceive it at all, taking form that you do not distinguish, and that cannot be harnessed on the physical level. And this is where your scientists get the idea of entropy.

There are times when expectation suddenly shifts. It has been in the process of changing, but it suddenly shows the change as it suddenly becomes obvious through physical construction. When it finally manages to change constructions, bringing them into line with present alterations, the individual realizes that something has happened.

(Now Jane perched on the back of the couch as she talked, and remained there for some time. She spoke very earnestly, using many gestures. It might be added that the letter referred to above was one received from the regional office of the Veterans Administration, in N.Y.C.: The letter characterized the dirt road leading up to the property as a “trail,” and stated the request for a loan was denied unless the veteran, meaning myself, could be assured that the road would be maintained by either city or county at no additional expense to the veteran. This could not be done, since at this time the road is classed as private, and must be maintained by whoever lives on the property.)

(It might be worth noting here that the property was appraised by an assessor from Ithaca, NY, rather than one from Elmira. As it happened, at the time all three of the Veteran’s Administration appraisers who are based in Elmira were out of town on vacation; therefore the bank in Elmira had to call in a representative from out of town to evaluate the property—and one who had never seen the property before. Jane and I have speculated as to what the assessor’s report might have stated had it been compiled by a local man familiar with the property.)

(Jane laughed. She was now sitting across the table from me as she dictated. This session is one of the very few in which she has been off her feet for any length of time at all.)

Your decision not to buy occurred the first time that you heard the traffic, and Ruburt’s occurred when the children took his precious berries. If looks could kill, the children would have died on the spot.

For the third time I will say good evening. You understand that I, myself, could converse in this fashion for many hours. Do not feel that you take advantage of me. I do not speak of Ruburt, of course.