“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The 68th envelope object was a poem Jane wrote to me on the evening of July 3,1966. It was written with a dark pen on a sheet of yellow paper, not punched, and the size of this page. The sheet was folded as indicated above, then enclosed between the usual two pieces of Bristol and inserted into the usual double envelopes. The back side of the sheet was blank. I knew nothing of the circumstances under which Jane wrote the poem, and hoped the data would fill me in. Details in their proper place.

Take for example this subconscious feeling: “I want to be comforted. If I were sick someone would feel sorry for me and comfort me then.” Such a wish is very seldom on a conscious level, but it is often emotionally charged, and it brings forth immediate results because of the charge it carries. Whenever you catch yourselves in moods of self-pity, then you are courting just such results.

There is no way out of this, you see. You simply must realize that self-pity, in your terms, is highly destructive. Any charged emotional feeling will almost immediately be made actual. Now this gives you an advantage, you see, if you understand the principles. When you strongly desire to sell your paintings, my friend, you will do so. (Jane looks at me, eyes wide and dark.)

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.

(This was very interesting, and a surprise to me. Recently I have been using suggestion rather successfully on hay fever, following Seth’s ideas. Friday was a good day. We had company Friday evening—Marilyn and Don Wilbur, Don’s brother and a girl named Pat, whom we do not know.

(Later that evening hay fever seemed to get the best of me and I had a poor weekend. I was mystified as to the cause. The pendulum told me I reacted to the group Friday evening. However I had never reacted to the Wilburs before, so I was still puzzled.

(Jane said she did not know I had taken cod liver oil as a child. I remember doing this, and disliking it intensely. My parents have told me often that I displayed hay fever symptoms by the age of 3 or so, so evidently the first cod liver oil episode was earlier than this, and before my conscious memory. Jane insisted I hadn’t mentioned cod liver oil to her, though I had discussed castor oil.

Do you have an envelope for me?

(At 10:12 Jane took the sealed double envelope from me for our 68th experiment. She held it to her forehead in a horizontal position with her right hand, her eyes closed.)

(See the tracing on page 1 and the notes that follow. As stated I knew nothing of the circumstances under which Jane produced the poem used as object. During the delivery of the data however I forgot this, and as a result it seemed to me that the data was off target. It was quite legitimate. But at the time I nearly asked Jane to try again, and was also somewhat at a loss as to what questions to ask. Had I asked Jane to try again it might have led to confusion.

(The object is a poem written to me by Jane on a sheet of yellow paper, in a dark pen, and dated July 3,1966. The back of the object is blank. Here is a brief summary of the circumstances under which Jane produced the poem; it will be expanded as the data unfolds.

(This in turn made Jane angry. Barbara and Dick went into Barbara’s apartment to mix Jane a drink. While they were inside, Jane wrote the poem to me that was used as tonight’s object.

(“With a rose.” Jane thinks this a legitimate connection, but somewhat removed. Barbara, who paints, has painted a picture of a violin that she wanted to show me. I have also painted a picture of a violin. It was done perhaps twenty years ago and hangs in my parents’ home. My painting includes some wax roses.

(“Connection with a journey, and invitation.” Jane believes these apply in the following manner: Barbara’s boyfriend Dick lives perhaps 25 miles away, and thus had to journey to see her on the night the three people were grouped in the yard, when Jane produced the poem used as object. Invitation can apply through Barbara’s talk about marriage to Dick. It also applies through Barbara calling to me to join the threesome; she thought I was in the studio. I had instead begun taking a nap and did not hear.

(Another invitation applies through the wedding invitation to the latest D’Andreano wedding, recently received by Jane and me. Accepting this would also involve our journeying to Rochester.

(“A yellow square.” The poem to me was written by Jane on a piece of yellow typing paper the size of this page, and folded as indicated in the tracing on page 1. Jane had an image of a small yellow square. The object was folded into a rectangular shape, actually.

(Note that most of tonight’s data stems from the strong emotional charges surrounding the gathering of Barbara, Dick and Jane in the backyard, during the time Jane wrote the poem to me used as object. I had picked the poem as object in the frank hope that it would have strong emotional attraction for Jane. But this was overridden by the events and feelings engendered in the meeting of the three people.

(As stated, I had temporarily forgotten I knew nothing of the circumstances under which Jane had produced the poem used as object, and so wasn’t sure that Seth’s data applied at all. This left me wondering about what questions to ask. I decided to go along as usual.

(“However others are involved also.” Jane said this was a reference to me, lying asleep upstairs. She wrote the poem used as object to me. In physical terms I was quite close to the group as I lay asleep. They were sitting no more than 30 feet away; our bedroom being at the back of our apartment, on the second floor.