“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The session due Monday, May 30, was not held due to my own indisposition. Tonight I asked Jane if Seth would discuss the Instream object that ordinarily would have been named Monday.

(Jane knew that no envelope experiment was planned for the session.

(I see plants I have planted long ago; flourishing and beautiful, and can be used for decorating or repotted. I think that here I had a false awakening and told Rob about the beautiful plants. I also thought they were symbolic of the work put into my books. It is possible that this was preceded by a levitation dream.

(I was in a landscape with two women. We were leaders of some kind. Running over the hills, I leap from ground to a high ledge. I am not satisfied with the leap, so move “backward through the air” to my original spot, and do the whole thing over. Then I have another false awakening in which I tell Rob about the dream and levitation.

(Jane’s notes concerning the dream: The actual separation from physical body is the most vivid experience of the whole sequence—if separation is what it was. This is the first time I definitely realized I had a false awakening, then consciously tried to project from it. I certainly seemed to do so.

(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 was watching the fire spread in the stone fireplace. Once again trying to put it out, I poked it with my stick. Instead I knocked chunks of ground out of the bottom of the circle, and could look through space at other cliffs and trails far below. At the same time the others with me cautioned me to stop poking. I realized now that the end of our ledge was held up now by only a thin column of stone, but didn’t feel alarmed at this. The stone column seemed to be aglow, or hot.

(Then I was on a vacation trip in the tropics. I believe the same group was with me. I had a pair of binoculars to watch others on the trails. There was a woman here in the dream but her role is beyond my accurate recall.

(Now one of my close friends—I cannot recall his name, if I ever knew it—was due to ski down one of the trails. I was very concerned for his safety. The man, in a green uniform, sailed down a trail and into the air. At this time I seemed to be in a bed, suspended first over the trails, and then in a room.

(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.

(Jane began speaking in a rather quiet voice and with quite a few pauses. Her eyes were closed to begin, but she was smoking and they soon began to open frequently.)

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 Ruburt’s part we had a definite manipulation of consciousness that was directed to some extent. You projected once into the past, and I was one of your friends. This episode was the less distorted. One episode involved a small future projection, and was intermixed with ordinary dream elements. This involved the operating episode.

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.

The original fear for your friend was a sympathetic fear of a patient, who was to be operated on. The particular patient had chills, hence your interpretation of the skiing episode, and snow.

There was a definite projection, however, to the psychic healer’s shack. I was involved here also, rather good-naturedly, hoping to help you.

We will skip a bit around here. The plants in Ruburt’s dream did represent the books upon which he has worked and is working. The projection was quite legitimate. The Lydia episode contained many ordinary dream elements. You were indeed present, (smile) with Ruburt in some of his travels, but you have forgotten.

Ruburt saw two of you. He saw your form number two as described earlier, in which you were also traveling, you see. (See the 262nd session.) The other was Ruburt’s dream form of you, created by himself in the dream state. When you appeared in form two he was conscious enough, you see, to recognize your arrival, and then to point out to you the dream image which he had already created. And you were able to see it because of your own state.

—wanting to project as a green insect. The idea was too alien, and you split your consciousness so that you watched the small man in green.

(Break at 9:27. Jane was dissociated as usual, her eyes opening often, her pace fair.

(I noticed the similarity between the last part of my dream, wherein I was to operate without instruments in a tropical shack, amid surroundings not clean and containing insects, etc., and the description of the psychic surgeon’s quarters, and that his shack was situated in the tropics. I explained it to Jane at break and hoped Seth would comment as to any clairvoyant elements in the dream.

(On Tuesday, before the dream, I remember thinking casually about Fate Magazine, and that perhaps a new issue was out. The thought was quite brief and without emphasis. I do not know when the magazine comes out, although I suppose it is on the first of the month or thereabouts. I did not mention my thought to Jane. I was alone when I had it; I was therefore a little surprised to see that she had bought the magazine the next day, Wednesday, but the surprise was not connected with my recalling my dream. Until I read over my notes Wednesday evening I had forgotten the dream.

The whole episode however, once it happened, was very well handled by you. (Pause.) Give us a moment.

(Jane paused again at 9:37. Her eyes were closed, and they remained closed even though she smoked while giving the Dr. Instream material. Her head was down and she sat with a hand raised to it. This is the 67th Dr. Instream experiment.)

Now for Dr. Instream. Monday. The object was composed of four squares. Either it was transparent, appeared so, or was connected with something transparent. There may have been a small series of numbers in each of the four squares—several numbers, perhaps. (This material for Monday, May 30.)

The object itself had something to do with a box, or box shape, that was a container. Several bright colors, and some dull.

(Break at 9:44. Jane was out as usual; her eyes had been closed as indicated.

(End at 10:07. Jane was out as usual, she said. Her eyes had opened fairly often, her pace had been average, and she had smoked.