“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane began at 9:02. She spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, as usual, and in a quiet voice. Her delivery was broken by pauses, also as usual.)

Once again I make the point, a seeming paradox: The self constantly changes. The self at any given moment is not the self that it was, yet it is that which it was, since it is that which changed.

(Break at 9:27. Jane was well dissociated. She said she started “feeling things” again toward the end, when Seth began to talk about the entity. It was something concerning what it was like to be an entity, yet so vague it couldn’t be put into words, really.

(Jane had been delivering the above paragraph with many pauses. I now began to sneeze, without warning. Jane sat quietly, waiting for me to stop. Her eyes remained closed, and she rocked back and forth gently. My sneezing certainly constituted an interruption of sorts, yet Jane’s reaction to this was placid, her trance state unbroken. Had someone pounded on the door abruptly and broken Jane’s state she would have been painfully aware of it.

(Break at 10:09. Jane was dissociated as usual. She did not remember the material, and delivered it with many pauses intermingled, some of them quite long. Both of us felt much better than when the session began.

The ego is indeed a necessity within the physical field at this point of man’s development. The ego is in a state of becoming, however. The ego is not what it was centuries ago, and it will not be the same centuries from now. It, the ego, will not admit the change, but its refusal to admit change in no way stops change.

If the self were the ego then indeed such precepts would be necessary, but the ego is a small part of the self. Necessary indeed, still, but less necessary than it once was.

(End at 10:45. Jane was well dissociated. This last delivery was much more rapid. Jane said she felt carried away, as she had been in the Father Trainor episode. See pages 261-63. This took place on February 11, 1965. During this experiment, while reading some poetry aloud that the now-dead Father Trainor had often read to her when she was in high school, Jane’s voice had taken on an enormous male volume and strength. To me it had sounded alien. Jane said it was Father Trainor’s voice, at times, or a close approximation. I can only say it was not the Seth voice; I had never known Father Trainor.

(Jane said that tonight her voice felt as though it was being projected out of her as she dictated, that she was swept along by energy other than her own, “like a sail filled with wind.” The voice was all around her, she said, yet she had no sense of invasion. She was very pleased at recognizing the feeling of the Father Trainor episode. She felt supported, like flying, yet not disembodied.

(Jane also said she wasn’t sure the session was over. I had asked for its end in order to spare her fatigue, as a matter of routine. She barely had time to give me the above information, when she sat down again, resumed her trance state, and began dictating. 10:48.)

(End at 10:49. Jane again was well dissociated, and her voice was, briefly, loud and strong. She has manifested few voice changes since she began to speak while seated, and with her eyes closed.