“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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

Most of all in this session, I merely intend to congratulate you both for your perseverance, and I hope you will congratulate me for mine. The experience on my part has been most enjoyable.

I will never cease to enjoy the tricky note of your voice when you are trying to catch me off guard. And I have already upon one occasion answered your question. Also if you recall, I early told you that I considered myself an educator, and gave you some hint of my educational philosophy.

You may if you prefer ask me questions, or since I left this evening’s session relatively open, you may take the occasion to rest and close early.

(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.)

(October 27, Tuesday, 11:45: Upon retiring, I had a definite and durable feeling of stretching in my legs, as though a force was pulling at my feet, as though with hands. At the same time, my familiar old thrilling sensation flooded over me quite strongly.

(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.)