“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(As it developed tonight’s session was a short one. Several of the young people I work with planned to gather this evening in the downstairs apartment. The young couple mentioned in the 184th session live downstairs, and I also work with them. There was talk at work this morning that the whole group might visit us this evening. I relayed the information to Jane at noon, and suggested she decide whether she wanted to hold a session with the idea that it might be interrupted.

(Jane’s first thought was to skip the session, but as the party downstairs got under way in a quiet fashion, and we were not called upon as 9 PM approached, she decided to hold it as usual.

(Shortly before session time Jane told me she had the thought that dreams and astral travel, or the astral body, were somehow connected. The session was held in our small back room. Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed. Her voice was quiet, her pace quite slow and with pauses.)

The dream images however are projections sent out, so to speak, by the personality, and many astral projections occur within the dream state of which the waking personality is unaware. In this case the projection is simply of a kind that allows manipulation back and forth between two realities. The dreamer who dreams he was in Paris may well have been there.

(Break at 9:25. Jane said she was dissociated as usual for a first break. She reported a “weird” feeling however. She was aware that the material was good, yet at the same time she felt annoyed and distracted. We thought this stemmed from the fear of interruption because of the party downstairs, though we heard nothing.

(Jane said she was even conscious of my movements, slight as they were. The night seemed rather close also, so we had to open a window. Even though the window was on the side of the house, we immediately became aware of some traffic noise.

(Jane had been using pauses while speaking. Now however she took what turned out to be the longest pause that I have noted during these sessions. It was just two minutes long by the clock. During this time she sat quite still in her chair, her eyes closed, her head down with one hand lifted to her face.)

The reality and the framework within which these sessions exist have electrical and chemical organizations also, that require a delicate focus that was upset this evening. It is simply more difficult then for Ruburt to make the necessary inner adjustments.

(End at 9:49. Jane was dissociated as usual. She was however still bothered and upset; this time the traffic noise contributed. Her eyes remained closed, her voice quiet.

(Jane said she was even conscious of the sound my pen made on the paper as I wrote. I always work on several thicknesses of paper so that writing noise is not a problem, and use a ballpoint pen to avoid scratching noises. Ordinarily Jane has excellent hearing; she must have super acuity in the trance state.

(His wife was drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen. “I saw a station wagon just like your father’s,” Bob Hagel said.

(Bob Hagel grinned at her, yet for a moment he didn’t know what to say. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. While he hadn’t made any conscious decision to leave the valley, he felt as if he had. He felt as if the whole thing was out of his hands. He sat there in his paint-stained khakis, a man almost forty, brave, cowardly, cocky. Before he spoke he tilted his brown-gray head at an earnest angle and stared at her with his usually severe face now wreathed with smiles. “Don’t take it so hard,” he said. “The world isn’t falling apart or anything.”

(“Ours might be,” she said. There was a catch in her voice. She looked the other way.)