“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I was so concerned for my friend’s safety and welfare that I scooped him up in my hands, and held him between them like a child holds a trapped fly. I then felt my tiny friend, who by now seemed to be even smaller, buzzing and banging against my palms, trying to get out.

(Now I was in a shack in the tropics, again at night, with the rest of the group. I still held my green friend inside my cupped hands. I felt him buzzing, very vividly, still trying to escape. We stood before a crude wooden table we were going to use as an operating table. I was going to operate, or somehow bring my friend back to full size. I saw no instruments. The shack was lit by glowing kerosene lanterns, or some kind of such yellow light. I think it was quite dirty.

(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.

The painting connection is not difficult. You felt guilty because you have not offered to help paint your parents’ home, inside or outside, although your mother has dropped frequent and heavy hints. Both of these feelings were activated because of Ruburt’s activities. (Pause.)