“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I stood on a narrow ledge at night, on a cliff side, with several men I knew well in the dream but not in waking life. There was a fire burning in a circle of stone at our feet, and we all held long poles like broom handles. I dropped a lighted match into a littered ashtray, which flamed up; when I tried to put the fire out I found I couldn’t.

(Then I saw that someone had left the shack’s door open, and that everything, the walls, the ceiling, the open door, etc., was covered with hordes of insects of various kinds and colors, all crawling and flying about. This made me very angry, for as I felt my friend buzzing inside my hands, I wondered how I would know him from any other insect once I released him in order to help him.

First of all, the episode involved a transitory period, to bring you to the operation situation. The means chosen by you originally was somewhat different. You intended to project yourself into one of the small insects in the room, you see, but you were unable to do so.

Now I will end the session, so you can have some small relief in typing. I will see, again, this evening, if we cannot all meet in your experiences. We shall see if you remember.

(It is Friday evening as I type this; our dream records since Wednesday give no indication that either Jane or I remembered meeting each other, or Seth, or whether all of us met together.)