“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Dream # 1; November 19,1965: This was extremely sharp and vivid in detail, and in full color. My younger brother Bill and I were in a very deep mountain valley, with steep rocky brown walls. We were trapped in this valley and knew we might not get out. It was not too large. We were actually in a rickety old house on the valley’s slope, perhaps halfway up. There was a sharp drop-off below us. Part of the time I was looking out of a window, and part of the time I stood on the roof or a porch with Bill, our backs pressed up against the side of the house. The shingled roof slanted down and was covered with a fine snow. We were afraid to move because it was very slippery.

(Then I was looking at Bill, off to my left. He was too close to the edge of the porch roof. I hollered at him to be careful. Even as I did he slipped, landed on his backside, then tumbled over the edge as he scrambled for his balance. I heard him hit the ground with such force that I was very afraid he had broken a limb. I then looked over the edge of the roof, and to my great agitation I saw that Dick had not only fallen off the roof and hit the ground hard, but that now he had slipped over the edge of a steep cliff beside the porch, and was saving himself only by grasping a skinny little shrub that was in the process of loosening in the frozen ground. At the same time, Bill looked up at me and I thought he was smiling; or at least he didn’t appear to be worried.

(Then Bill went ahead, his body curled up into a ball, much like a fetal position. I saw him coast over the edge of the fall. I followed, holding my breath, and felt no shock or fear especially. It was very pleasant. I went deep down into the water at the base of the falls. I let myself float along, knowing that if I held my breath I would rise to the surface. At the same time I somehow knew there was a large underground rock ahead in the stream. It was like a pillar or barrier, dark and rough, reaching up high toward the surface. Still under water, I opened my eyes in plenty of time to see it ahead, and avoided hurting myself against its rough surface.

(Dream # 3; December 8,1965: Again in color. A long involved dream; believe part of the beginning of it escaped me as I woke up. The dream had to do with the fact that for some reason I was to be executed, by painless injection. I do not know why. At least part of the time I was in a brick-walled room partially underground. I think my father was to give me the needle.

(To the best of my recall I was not very afraid at any time, yet was sad and concerned. There was an examination table in this room, and I was to lay there while I received the injection. Part of the time I looked out of a window made up of many small panes of glass, and saw Jane on a swing outside the window. She was fully grown, dressed as though in the summertime; someone else was on the swing with her, but I do not know who. She didn’t appear to be worried about my predicament.

(I believe that my own feeling was one of sadness that I wouldn’t be with her, more than anything else in the dream. Part of the time I was also outside of this brick room. I also believe that I had received the injection, and that it was supposed to take effect hours ago, but hadn’t done so. So here I was hours later, wandering around. I thought of Jane but did not see her, and still felt this sadness and concern much more than any fear. I believe the dream ended on this note. At no time in the dream did I actually see my father; I merely knew he was there, and involved.

In the end however you have survived. You are still concerned for Ruburt because you realize that as a matter of survival added funds for your family would have to come from his efforts, since your own painting time is too important to lose. Your father personally did not appear because literally you could not see him doing this to you. So you did not see him give you the needle.

(End at 9:20. Jane was dissociated as usual. Her eyes were closed most of the time, her pace quite fast. She said she could have continued, but I thought we had made a good start.)