“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane began speaking while sitting down, in an average voice and with pauses at the beginning. Her eyes soon opened; she was smoking.)

(Her manner had been quite active and expressive during delivery, her eyes open more often than not. She had smoked and sipped wine. We resumed in about the same fashion, with a few pauses interspersed, at 9:45.)

(One of our cats now scratched at the hall door for admittance, as is customary. Without pausing, her eyes open and dark, Jane rose and went to the door and let the cat in. She resumed her seat in the rocker without interruption.)

A grave. Something grave. Three. (Pause.) A card with a cartoon. Connection with a disturbance. The color white. Something misplaced.

A very distant connection with a foreign land and a person. (Pause, briefly.) A woman. A Butts, I believe.

The number 4. Several events happening together, or a series of objects strung together on the object. (Pause.) This leading Ruburt to think of Christmas. (Gesture with envelope.)

(Jane paused at about 10:15. She had been speaking rapidly. Before I could ask a question she continued:)

A distant connection. (Pause.) A loss of an advantage, or period of poor luck.

(Pause.) Not an invitation precisely at all, but reference to an occasion or visit. (Pause.)

An incident primarily involving four people, I believe. (Pause.) This is in continued answer to your previous question.

(Jane paused again. Briefly her eyes opened—something that seldom happens during envelope experiments.)

(3rd Question: “What’s that about a black cat?” “A distant connection. (Pause.) A loss of an advantage, or period of poor luck.” See the explanation re. the black cat on page 328. Seth’s additional data here conjures up the thought that the neighbor’s black cat also serves as the classic symbol of bad or poor luck; the connection here being the failing health of my father, and the failing health in a more drastic way of Mr. Meeker, the father-in-law of my brother Loren. It was while at Loren’s that my mother sent us the greeting card. When she called us on August 14, she, of course, discussed the health both of my father and Mr. Meeker.