“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Break at 10:01. Jane had been out as usual, she said. Her eyes had remained closed during the experiment. Her pace had been much faster during the experiment than during the rest of the session. She said she was not aware of any of the data while she was giving it, or what it might mean, whether it was valid, etc.

(“And a connection with time mentioned.” We are not sure. We mentioned time many times during the evening, of course. A prominent written source of time last Friday evening lay in the Fate article on table tipping, which we all read in turn: twenty seconds; after midnight; twelve years; a month later; four months later; three minutes; since 1960, etc. My envelope note on page 86 says Friday.

(“A scale of sorts.” Again, Jane said this referred either to the schedule of instructions given in the article on table tipping, or to our own working at the table last Friday evening; our rubbing our hands, chanting, etc.

(Jane has a personal association here. The only city that she knows advertises beer is Milwaukee—“The beer that made a city famous,” etc. Milwaukee is a word of about the same length as Minneapolis, etc., and also is connected to a place.

(“A 36 and 46.” We believed this to be jumbled data, an effort to be specific. No one of either age, for instance, was present. Jane and I were closest at 37 and 47. Bill is 41, Peggy 38, Marilyn and Don in their early 20’s, etc. We were not sure Seth even intended a reference to age. There is a 10 difference between the two numbers, and also between the ages of Jane and me.

(“Printed matter and a design.” Again, see the tracings of the two envelope objects on page 86. The note enclosed with the beer can cap bears my handwriting. This is not printing, although Seth has often intermixed the terms printing, writing, lettering, typing, etc. We think this good data. And that “design” can refer to the metallic, cleanly-designed beer can. Seth goes on from here.

(Nor is it true that we didn’t believe him; merely that along the way the slow daily passage of time, with its inevitable delays, etc. makes such ultimate, somewhat removed predictions seem unreal until one forcibly reminds oneself of them.)