“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane had again paused and gestured, hands up, eyes closed. Her voice was now quiet, and she paused often. I had become rather concerned, considering the content of the material, and watched her closely. I was prepared to end the session at once if I thought intuitively that it was necessary. Jane’s face was drawn, her eyes very dark beneath. She paced about with her eyes lowered mostly.)

The relief he felt after deciding that he had safely tricked himself, he thought in the morning, was due to the fact that the future death was not his mother’s or his own, but one involving a relative at least somewhat distant. The relief of course was the result of his partial success in distorting the information, but despite distortions the sender came through, and the sex of the person whose death was unfortunately perceived.

(Jane paused to look at me. I nodded no, thinking it probably better that she continue. She did not look well, I thought, yet appeared to be holding her own. Since the trance state appeared to be acting as a shield or buffer, allowing her to digest the material at a slower rate, I did not insist that she take a break.

(Break at 9:40. Jane was dissociated as usual. She was also physically sick to her stomach. She said she could not have continued without a break. The thought of milk seemed most unpalatable to her while she felt this way, but upon taking some she began to feel better. She was surprised, and ate a few cookies.

(Jane said that she felt the material was a burden at this point. She was not trustful of it at the moment. She hadn’t really thought Seth would say that her dream and psychological time data were correct; she didn’t think, moreover, that Seth would ever come out with such material, no matter whose death was involved.

You thought you hit something in the road, a stone perhaps, and Ruburt was insistent that he had seen a cat, and that the car had struck it. He wondered what had happened to the cat, and you went back together to see.

(Thursday, November 12, 7 AM: This morning, again while dressing for work, I had an experience very similar to the one of Tuesday, November 3. This time I did not have a clear-cut thought that I should look out my studio windows. Instead I found myself walking back to them, and looking out I saw that, again, a car was blocking the exit of my car from its garage. It was also the same car as before, belonging to a tenant living downstairs. This is, I repeat, not the usual system for parking here.