“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In the dream however I was a young man with olive skin, from a previous existence. That is, it was myself in a previous existence. There were the other men whose voices were also heard in the first dream. This time however the intended vote of confidence was given emotionally, through smiling gestures and so forth.

(Jane said she hadn’t consciously connected the voices in the first dream with the olive-skinned males in the second dream. She well remembered the young man who gracefully assisted her off the banister in the second dream. He had, Jane said, exceptionally beautiful and smooth olive skin. He was not very tall, but short, slim and well proportioned, with dark hair. Jane doesn’t recall this young man’s features specifically, nor for that matter the features of any of the other males. She remembers the fact that they were all smiling, and their smooth olive skins.

A connection with dice. An old man, and jewelry. A minor disturbance. I think of a pack of cigarettes, not American brand, though neither of them smoke. A shawl, as a gift. A particular dead-end street that should be significant to them on their return.

I think the car is a Buick. (Pause at 10:05.) He makes an evening visit to his office, and perhaps has coffee in the cafeteria. He speaks to a man in the hall outside the cafeteria. There is some confusion in his mind as to whether or not he can be with us in time, and his thoughts dwell on the matter.

The man he spoke to in the hall is somewhat of a nuisance to him, in some way acting as some kind of impediment.

An unknown, or not seen, man has to do with that portion of your goal which you are about to reach, but have not yet reached.

(On the spur of the moment I began to concentrate on having Seth tell me more about this man. I was not sure whether he referred to this man as being part of my dreams, of whether he meant this unseen man existed physically.

(Dream # 1; Monday night, October 18: In color. I was showing a young man in his early twenties some things about drawing. He was blonde, a man I did not know. Deep voice, straight hair, white shirt sleeves. He had a drawing board to which he had fastened a sheet of rough watercolor paper, and carried this around with him. I saw that he had covered the paper with fine-line figure drawings and portraits, in pencil and pen. This is an unusual way to work on watercolor paper. Good drawings, and I still remember one profile head in line, quite clearly.