“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(After supper Jane had read the two dreams quoted previously involving my father. My dream notebook lay open on the table. As session time approached Jane no longer felt nervous. I could tell however that she was somewhat tired, and when she began delivery I thought her voice had a peculiar, flat, expressionless quality that could be the result of fatigue. She spoke very deliberately, in measured phrases, in a voice somewhat lower than usual, but not loudly, and as though she were giving a lecture before a number of people. Again her glasses were off, her eyes very dark. Her pacing was also quite slow.)

Even this, however, gave you additional information. The mate died during that journey. He struck you. You were then much younger than he. Two other sailors leaped to your defense, not out of great kindness of heart, mainly because they disliked him. He received a wound, not obviously critical, which developed blood poisoning.

(Break at 10:50. Jane was fully dissociated, so far-out, she said, that she had no conception of the passage of time, whether five minutes or two hours passed. Actually we had missed two breaks. Toward the end Jane’s voice had become quite dry and hoarse, and I had been on the point of asking for a break when Seth did take one.