“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Then I’m in a house of our friends Lydia and Atlee; many kids and animals. “I talk to Rob. He is in one room and I am in a hallway. Suddenly I see two Robs: Rob’s double is in another room, that I can also see from my viewpoint. I keep talking to Rob and tell him to stay where he is. Then I check, moving closer to the other room. Sure enough I can see both Robs clearly. They both talk, so I tell Rob to come into the hall so he can see what I see. He does, and both Robs see each other. Others, hearing us, see both Robs also.”

(My friend was now either a miniature man, or very far away; actually I am quite sure he was miniature size. I saw him coming in for a landing, tiny and green and apparently out of control. He swooped down beside my bed, skidded along the top of a covered radiator, crashed into a wall and fell down onto another radiator top at a lower level. The landing was very rough and I cried out in dismay as my friend bounced and skidded around. I believe he was about four inches tall, and I saw his skis twisted over each other as he fell.

(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.

First, some general comments. You are both learning rather quickly. Ruburt’s projection from the dream state, through a false awakening, was indeed legitimate. He gave himself no suggestion beforehand, yet the overall suggestions that he has given himself stood him in good stead.

(On Wednesday, at about noon, Jane bought the July issue of Fate Magazine. It contains a long article about a Philippine psychic surgeon who is being brought to this country next fall, when he is to operate on patients with surgeons and others as witnesses. The article goes into detail about the scientists who have watched the psychic surgeon operate at his home in the Philippines, and about the surgeon’s home and “operating room,” which is but a shack containing a crude wooden-slatted table. Although the surgeon’s surroundings are not sanitary, no case of infection has been traced to him.