“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The workings of any cell within your physical body would strike you as quite alien. Its ways of perception are different. Each cell is an intimate part of your reality, and yet consciously you are not as familiar with it as you are with the rug upon your floor.

(Break at 10:20. Jane was dissociated as usual. Her eyes had remained closed, her pace not too slow. While she was giving the envelope data some snow broke loose from a steep third floor roof of the house, and came crashing down on a porch roof not far from our living room; the house shook. Jane heard this, she said, but was not bothered by it. But she now said the earlier interruption caused by the traffic had disturbed her, and she felt she hadn’t been at her best afterwards.

(“Two people coming upstairs. Perhaps your stairs.” No one came up the stairs of our apartment house while this data was being given. The art room at Artistic, where the envelope photo was taken, is located on the second floor. Since the photo was taken at noon it is possible people were using the stairs at the end of the hall. But the impression is too vague.