“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane slept from 8 to 8:30 this evening, and upon arising felt quite uneasy. She does not like to get up when it’s dark out, she said. Actually she slept but the last few minutes of the allotted time. She decided that after this she’ll nap sometime during daylight hours on session days.

(She had no idea of the material for the session as the time for it approached. She began dictation in a normal voice, with some pauses, and again without her glasses. Her eyes were dark as usual, her pacing average.

By this time he can change his reference points, although his experience is so much more vivid, and so much fuller proportioned, that to him the experience could be likened to going down into a small cramped tunnel.

Width, height, length have no meaning in dimensions that do not have existence in space as you know it. Time as a reference point has no meaning in a dimension that has its existence wholly within the spacious present.

Such a reference point does not exist there. I have told you many times that planes or fields, or dimensions of activity, whatever you prefer to call them, move through each other often, and do not collide. If their reference points were the same, they would collide.

I would suggest Joseph, that when you find the time, or if you can coerce Ruburt into doing it for you, insert here for any reader’s convenience a copy of the early material, in which I set up the imagined structure of mazes.

There are chemical as well as psychic reasons for these effects, and at some times of course he operates more efficiently than others. During sessions there is a constant translation of energy from one dimension-plane to another, and on his part a change of reference points, allowing for such translations to occur.

(From Jane’s psychological time notebook:

(October 30, 11:30-12 noon, Friday: Immediately upon lying down I felt strongly that I would hear by mail this weekend, today or tomorrow, about a sale of the ESP book to Fell, I believe, with a contract. It could have referred to a sale of a short story I suppose, but did think it meant the book. I had emotional high spirits at the time of the experience, as if I’d already heard.

(From my psychological time notebook:

(Then my feet [in shoes as I lay on the bed] lying about six inches apart, felt as though they were connected to each other by a bridge or rope of flesh. This was a definite pull, with several minutes’ duration. The sensation was quite strong. At the same time my heels ached and stung.

(At one time all of my limbs felt as though they wanted to lift up out of themselves. The left arm especially felt as though it was stiff, and hinged at the shoulder so that it would lift up stiffly like a lever.

(October 30, Friday, 8:10 PM: A variety of effects. Many instances of my sensation. Once this was very strong when my hands felt crossed upon my waist, although actually they lay by my sides. My feet felt jammed together at the heels quite forcibly, and at one time my hands felt enlarged. Several voices. Once a middle-aged man with graying hair said to a young woman: “You’re my oldest daughter. I have great faith in you.” I forgot other instances before arising.

(October 31, Saturday, 8 PM: Again a variety of effects. Shortly after I lay down my sensation came over me from the feet to the head. Minutes later it came from the head down to the feet. At one time my hands felt very large, and several feet [3] apart, though in actuality they lay at my sides. Once my hands and feet felt as though they would rise up. I had snatches of voices and vague pictures. This was rather a steady progression of experiences.)