“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I am pleased that Ruburt’s mood has somewhat improved. I told him that the affair would work out to his advantage, but again patience is not one of his virtues.

Strangely enough, it can be knocked down most easily, if you can think of me in terms in no way occult or mysterious, but simply as a personality engaged in an endeavor which science will soon come to accept, as simply one of the many facts of existence of which they have previously known but little.

(One of the questions Lorraine had at break, in relation to Seth’s statement about helping her, was whether Seth would help through Jane, or through Lorraine herself directly.

The same also applies to clairvoyance, or to be more precise, precognition, although here we are involved with something more. I have explained how dream images are constructed. You realize that they also have an electromagnetic reality, so there is no difficulty in their transmission from one dreamer to another.

Now I pick up the word whiskey, as applying to a later period, and another circumstance involving a man and a late hour, and a dwelling place with a front door precisely in the middle of a front room, and a porch that is shadowed, and back bedrooms with children. But they are not all asleep, and one overhears an argument.

(Lorraine had three children then, and they did sleep in back bedrooms of the apartment house in Asheville, NC, she said. As to a front door precisely in the center of a front room, Lorraine was not sure. She said this could be deceptive. If one looked at the front of the house from the outside, he would see a single door in front, in the center of the house; but this was a door opening into a hallway, with apartments opening off on either side, and thus would not be in the middle of a front room.

With all due respects to Ruburt, he was right in one respect and wrong in another. The porch to the front was shadowed. He correctly picked up the leaf images; however it was not the first floor. The door was in the center. However, my viewpoint is not precise enough perhaps, but I have the picture of a door precisely centered, leading outward. And I am working here despite the unwitting blocks that are erected. I see something yellow and something rose; and voices rising, and something broken. This is on my part an emotional breakage.

I give my impressions as I receive them, sometimes with connections, and sometimes the impressions are solitary. A mailbox. Black. A rear entry. Something to do with a party, and one child listens, a boy.

Now I have the feeling of a funeral, though this may be symbolic. But there is a connection with a car, perhaps a black one. This could explain the funeral impression. A disturbed afternoon, and an argument, and the strong impression, again, of a breakage.

(Lorraine is separated from her husband. Seth’s whiskey connection arises from the fact that he was drinking heavily at that time in Asheville; the only time he did so. There were arguments, Lorraine said. If her youngest child, a boy, had listened, he did so at the age of one. Lorraine remembers a black mailbox; the apartment of course had a rear entry also. Lorraine described a party to us.