“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(As soon as I fully, consciously, realized what was taking place, I reacted violently in the manner described below by Seth. Within a very brief period after this unfortunate reaction, I began to regret it, for I knew I had terminated something much too soon. I thought my reaction was a normal one, yet was angry at myself for reacting so strongly. My outcry, my thrashing about in bed and waving my arms, of course startled Jane; I believe she had not yet fallen asleep. I blamed myself for not knowing enough to suspend any conscious judgment; I felt I had enough background knowledge to go along with this vision, to see what developed, yet I had reacted in what I thought a foolish way.

(Strange to say, I did not come fully awake as one does when arising in the morning for example. I achieved a state close to waking only, in spite of my momentary panic. Jane began to question me; she told me the next morning that I described the vision to her while speaking in a sleepy monotone. I was conscious of doing this, and that it took some little time, yet felt no urge to prod myself wide awake. I recall that I felt it urgent that I tell her what had taken place as soon as possible. I thought of getting up to make a drawing of what I had seen, but decided I would not forget. This is certainly true; this vision is as vivid and clear in memory today as it was a second after it ended. I do intend making a drawing, in color, for those who may be interested.

(In addition, Seth has given enough information upon these visions so that I thought I had probably distorted quite valid and alien data into a form I could understand.

(Break at 10:05. Jane was dissociated as usual. Her eyes had been open much of the time, her pace good, her voice average. She said Seth could have continued in this vein, but stopped because the usual tests were due. Seth had the next thought or concept waiting, Jane said, and all she had to do was give voice to it.

(Our friend wore his civilian clothes, so even had she met him Jane wouldn’t have been able to observe his uniform colors. It chanced however that while we were waiting in line at the post office to mail packages, we saw a Marine in uniform. Jane noticed its color—this was not the dress blues uniform—and questioned me as to the soldier’s branch of service, etc. Then when we went shopping we picked out my sport coat in a similar color, although I believe neither of us thought of any such connection at the time.