“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The atom is in itself a far more complicated system than you know, and in many aspects your own system is no more than one atom.

If you could go further however you would come, in one dimension, to matter again. This would be what you call negative matter. Then going further you would travel away from matter again, until there was no more. And then there would be positive matter again, and so on.

I am speaking of one dimension only, for in other dimensions, and traveling through the same atom, you would come to kinds of matter with which you are not at all familiar, even in theory. For the atom is a structure that deals with the formation of energy into matter, and it runs through, so to speak, all systems that have their basis within any matter system at all.

Looking out at them, you view the future as much as you view the past, for as you know now, the future and the past are one, and all apparent separation or division is basically an illusion. They exist, in other words, in your own terms, as much in the future as in the past.

(Jane paused, and at 10:16 I handed her the envelope for our 47th experiment. She took it from me without opening her eyes, but instead of pressing it to her forehead she held it quietly in her lap with one hand. Once again she held her right hand to her eyes.)

Gun. Something to do with a gun, or something triggered, or explosive. With squares that fit one within the other. Nineteen. Red and yellow, strips I believe, and a cardboard backing.

(My Aunt Mabel lives around the corner and two blocks down the street from us. When Jane and I went for our leaf-gathering walk in October of 1965, we picked up the maple leaves in our collection beside Aunt Mabel’s home; this is the section of the street where the maple trees grow, and one of these leaves made up tonight’s object.

(Now here is the data referring to the death of Jane’s grandmother: “Printed material with a picture. In parentheses: Ruburt thinks of old-fashioned Shredded Wheat cards, that were gray-blue in color.” Jane was six years old when her grandmother was killed by an automobile while going to a neighborhood store to buy Shredded Wheat. The connection here is a strong emotional one for Jane. Jane remembers clearly that on the day of her grandmother’s death she did not like what she had for supper. As children do, she cried and made a fuss. To placate her, her grandmother gave in to Jane’s demands for Shredded Wheat, and left the house.

(“Red and yellow, strips I believe, and a cardboard backing.” I used two of the maple leaves Jane and I gathered on our October 1965 walk as subjects for a watercolor painting. The envelope object is one of them. Both of the leaves were fall colors—red and yellow, with some green. There may be other connections here but we did not ask Seth. I don’t see the strips reference, or the cardboard backing.

Now. Joseph is correct, the impressions were mainly emotional ones, connected with the object.

(Aunt Ella was buried in Wellsburg, NY, a small town near Elmira. Jane and I do not consciously remember the name of the funeral director, and at the time of the services did not see any children about. Ann Diebler, whom I work with, lives in Wellsburg; she has witnessed a few unscheduled sessions. The day after this session was held she confirmed that the funeral director has two young adopted daughters, one 10 years old, the other 12. They are in fact sisters. Jane and I cannot say whether or not we ever heard, or knew, that the funeral director had daughters, adopted or otherwise. We saw him just the once.)

We shall be doing some intensive study shortly. The spring season should be a most productive one for us. Now, you may as you prefer dispense with the coming Wednesday and following Monday sessions entirely, as a brief vacation before our spring semester.