“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Give us a moment here… I am searching for a connection for you, concerning the past. A negative response dealing with Dr. Martin. Some, to me, indistinct connection between the strange young woman here with your friends, and Emma Martin. An old unpleasant association. You were uncomfortable, a child. Dr. Martin and his wife visited your parents. You cried, and you clearly heard Emma Martin tell your mother that she should not go to you, and then you would be quiet.

Then a door was closed. The girl reminded you, through some association, with Emma Martin of that time.

Now such associations have an electrical reality, you see, built within your system. Realization of these causes creates an opposing force that can neutralize the original. The words—“Father, I refuse to accept your hay fever for myself; though I once took it, I now throw it free from us both”—these words will help.

Hay fever was for your father also a defense against the world, for it allowed him some isolation. You can have the necessary privacy without using this symptom to get it. The ink has a symbolic association for you personally, a healing one you see, and its presence, according to my recommendation, has the effect of a mood tonic.

Through personal association with my last remark, Ruburt is led to think of the coming D’Andreano wedding.

(“A distant connection in the past, with a gathering that was formal, I believe… not certain here… with dancing as at a wedding reception perhaps. Through personal association with my last remark, Ruburt is led to think of the coming D’Andreano wedding.” As stated, Jane was quite embarrassed at the teasing Dick had taken from Barbara about marriage the evening of July 3, and by Dick’s obvious anger. The wedding talk here thus links up with a wedding Jane and I attended perhaps nine years ago in Rochester, NY—that of my brother Dick and Ida D’Andreano. This was a formal occasion for which Jane and I were dressed formally, and at the lengthy reception afterwards there was much dancing, etc.

(In addition, within the past month we have received an announcement of the forthcoming marriage of another D’Andreano, Louie, also in Rochester. We have been invited. Louie witnessed a session a couple of year ago, and was interested in this material for some time. This new wedding, we think, freshens the D’Andreano association. We think there is also another association involving this data—the fact that the two Dicks were involved—Dick in the backyard, and my own brother Dick in Rochester.

(“Black and white. Please reply.” This is another reference to the upcoming wedding of Louie D’Andreano, to which Jane and I have been invited. The announcement was printed in black ink on white, as is usual. It also requested that Jane and I reply in writing as to whether we planned to attend. Once again, the D’Andreano wedding data, involving the present one concerning Louie, and the distant one concerning my brother Dick, is called up by Jane’s associations, because of the marriage talk between Barbara and Dick on the evening of July 3,1966, when Jane wrote the poem used as object.

1812 (pause) was a distant connection at best. Ruburt and the man (meaning Barbara’s boyfriend, Dick) spoke of Jamieson. (The art director of the Arnot Art Gallery at the time Jane worked there). This was a poor association, leading to the Victorian room at the gallery, you see.