“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The Spazianis know about the Seth material, of course. This evening Jimmy asked if Seth could help him locate the missing cover for the thermostat, which is located in the downstairs hall of the apartment house. Since the furnace has been misbehaving to some degree lately, he is quite anxious to find the cover, which he believes he misplaced some months ago, in order to keep people from tampering with the delicate thermostat mechanism. We promised to ask Seth’s help.

He spoke of the undiscovered man in terms of the whole self, whose abilities are so little known, and this is precisely what we are here attempting to bring to light: the vast areas within the self which have been left undiscovered and unknown.

(In line with the above material, it might be noted that Seth had cautioned Jane to go easy with her “ecstasy” experiments in the 54th session, May 18, 1964. She had achieved this ecstatic state, as she described it, several times by that date. She had also been concerned as to how far to go along with this experience while she was alone in the house. Seth stated that he did not realize Jane would achieve this focusing of inner energy so early in her studies with psychological time, and furthermore said that it could have unpleasant effects if it was unwittingly directed toward someone else. Nor was this possibility “shades of witchcraft. Any energy can be used for almost any purpose.”

This is one of the main reasons why I advised Ruburt at one time to discontinue certain particular experiments, which I believe he can now handle.

He intended to place it on a shelf in the cellar, but instead shoved it with other metal objects, where it ended up on the floor of his Jeep, with or underneath some rubbish.

There were two occasions. One when he took the thermostat, threw it by mistake into the Jeep, where it lay forgotten and hidden; and another occasion three weeks later when it was dumped. I believe both occasions last spring, early in spring.

He had removed it and let it sit off, then in a hurry later he noticed it and intended to put it in the cellar so it would not be lost. He did not want to bother putting it back on then. That is all.

(Jimmy is obviously proud of this similarity between J.J. and himself. This evening he showed Jane and I a family photograph taken when he was about J.J.’s age, and of course the physical similarity was even then unmistakable. This old family photograph, incidentally, included Jimmy’s father, whom Jane and I had not met, and who is referred to in the following session material.)

I am of the opinion that your psychological time experiences will shortly become more vivid, Joseph; and also Ruburt’s. The inner spontaneity is coming back to Ruburt, after he tried too hard during the last of the summer.

(Break at 10:05. Jane was dissociated as usual. I did remember Seth’s previous answer concerning the top question above, and it was to the effect that his experience with Jane and I is his first, at least on this plane. I was hoping he would elaborate on the experience. I regret that I am unable to give the reader a page number for the previous answer. I am making my own version of an index for the material, and have not yet covered that particular session.

(The experience: Jimmy operates a supper club in Elmira, which Jane and I visit frequently. Some of my paintings hang there. Jimmy usually closes after 1 AM; by NY law he cannot serve drinks after 1 AM. On this particular evening during the first week in October 1964, he had some extra work to do. Shortly after 1 AM he took a waitress to her home in his Jeep. With him he also had some fresh tomatoes, and with these he stopped at his mother’s home while on his way back to the club.

(His mother’s home was dark, of course, and not wanting to disturb her merely to leave the tomatoes, Jimmy left them on the back porch. His father had died a few months ago, and while he stood in the backyard, a place he knew and had loved since childhood, Jimmy thought to himself: “Now, if I could see my father’s apparition, then I could tell Ma, and she’d feel a lot better,” or words to that effect. Jimmy waited beside the dark and quiet house, staring out into the backyard, but he saw and heard nothing unusual. He is well acquainted with the literature on psychic phenomena.

(He estimates that this little episode took place at about 1:20 AM. Getting back into his Jeep, he drove back to the club, a few blocks away. He arrived there at about 1:30. Just as he entered the kitchen the telephone rang. It was his wife Marian, in a state of high agitation. Marian then described to Jimmy a most vivid and startling experience she had just undergone.

(Jimmy of course related to Marian his thoughts about seeing his father’s apparition. Doing a little figuring concerning the time, he arrived at the conclusion that Marian had had her experience at approximately the same time he had been standing in back of his mother’s house, thinking about his father. Jimmy speculated that perhaps Marian had received a message from his father, in answer to his wish, even though he, Jimmy, had seen or heard nothing.

(This reference to J.J., Jimmy’s youngest son, reminds Jane and me that Jimmy has often mentioned to us that as soon as he began to talk, J.J. started to tell his father about the “playmates” who kept him company through the day. At the time Jimmy was quite intrigued because the only playmates J.J. had were his older brothers and sisters, and these were not the people he was describing. Jimmy states that J.J. related such stories to him up until he was about four years old. J.J. is now six.)

You must understand that to me now, mankind’s insistence upon recognizing as alive only those personalities with which he deals in the physical field, is a most limiting concept.

(Now, at 1:20 PM, Rob tells me: This morning a newly married couple visited him at the office. They were there from about 11:25 until noon. There was talk and kidding about marriage, etc. But he does not recall any specific mention of a marriage license as such.)

(In between these two sightings I saw a middle-aged man in rolled-up white shirt sleeves, sitting at a kitchen-type table and staring to my right. His profile was to me. He had a definite cauliflower ear. His complexion was ruddy, his hair had a reddish tinge. He did not move. He reminded me somewhat of Bill Macdonnel's father, but it was not him. I also recall a small pencil drawing Bill has done of his father in a similar position, but from a full-face angle.)