“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Ruburt, in writing his Introduction this afternoon, used a term which is an excellent one.

I am fully aware that your landlord and friend has asked me to locate his old thermostat cover.

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.

It was dumped either someplace on his own property or in a public dumping area, whichever area is by a hill, and it is still there. Not destroyed, but partially damaged. I trust this will satisfy him.

Upon another occasion however, we will discuss your relationship with him and his wife, and the rather bizarre circumstances that surround the man and his youngest son.

(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.

Now. The experience involving your landlord, his wife and his deceased father, was a legitimate one; but one that I should like to use as an example for a rather long discussion of questions directly resulting from some recent sessions. That is, the question as to the survival of the physical image after the point of so-called death, and the lingering about the physical plane of portions of the personality.

I do not want to begin an involved discussion this evening. I will say that the mentioned experience did involve a communication of the father and his son, taking place through the cooperation of the wife. I will not continue with this this evening, though I will begin the discussion at our next session if you prefer.

(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.)

(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.)