“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

They are not one-dimensional images therefore, nor for that matter are they static. They are vital, full of their own energy reality, living composites. In dreams as a rule you only perceive them as images. They possess a psychic identity however that is biological to some extent as far as you are concerned. In other words, at this time various biological changes must occur in order for you to tune in upon them directly.

In dreams, when you expect none, none appear. Out of body experiences indeed can be a health boon. Your system is automatically relaxed and free of pressure. Also, incidentally, free of time. It does not age during a projection; that is, the body does not age. It is in suspension. Any interpretations that are made are made by consciousness itself. The physical senses are not, underline not, utilized. At the moment of perception the traveling consciousness perceives through the inner senses, and by itself automatically makes the necessary adjustments so that the ego can perceive the data in its accustomed way.

The impression of a maze (or amaze?). A Friday. A vertical format. (Jane now lowered the envelope to her lap.) Three. This could be 3 PM, I do not know, but a trio or three. (Pause.) And a connection with time mentioned. A scale of sorts.

(Jane read aloud to the gathering an article in the November 1966 Fate Magazine titled Table Up! or How To Tilt a Table, by Georgia Mae Fields. This is an old children’s game, and we decided to try it with a card table. Our experiences of the evening involving this game enter into the envelope data, although neither of the envelope objects refer to it directly. This is often the case, the often innocuous envelope object reflecting whatever strong emotional charges surround it at the physical time Jane and Seth are trying to get back to.

(“An advantage. Something to do with an advantage.” Jane read the article aloud to us, then Bill, Don and I tried tipping the table first. We sat at the south end of the table and made the vacant north end rise as we chanted away, per instructions in the article. What the three women didn’t know at the time was that the three of us were helping nature out a little, making the free end of the table rise by conscious physical pressure from our hands.

(“Three. This could be 3 PM, I do not know, but a trio or three.” As far as we know 3 PM doesn’t figure in the envelope data, but a trio, meaning Bill, Don and me, does. Another trio featured during last Friday evening would be Jane, Peggy and Marilyn. Both trios worked at tipping the table several separate times, for many minutes at a time.

(“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.

(We thought an apt connection with scale would be the “balancing” of the table on its two south legs as the male and female trios sat before it. As stated, the first two times Bill, Don and I sat at the table we deliberately made the table tip; the last time however, with Jane added to the group, the table really tipped through subconscious pressure.

(“Placed fairly high on the item. Perhaps to the right, and small.” Jane said this was a reference to the position of the cap-ring against my note, while the two items were sealed between the two Bristol stiffeners and in the double envelopes. She had an image of their position while giving this data. It will be remembered that by this time Jane held the envelope in her lap; earlier she had held it against her forehead as she often does. To the right is a rough indication of the position she refers to, and which she was able to verify to some extent as she opened the envelopes at break. Remember the note was actually folded over the cap, like a sandwich; evidently the pressure of the two Bristol stiffeners and the two envelopes held the cap in the same position relative to the note.

(“An achievement.” As stated, the last time we sat at the table, [Jane, Bill, Don and myself] we did succeed in tipping it in the correct manner, according to the Fate Magazine article. A somewhat weird feeling to watch the north end of the table rise, seemingly without help. Actually pressure exerted by us subconsciously did the job. We wouldn’t know about any other agencies being involved, as the magazine article says is possible.

(Giving this kind of data calls for fine discrimination on Jane’s part while in trance, and often she has to make up her own mind, she has often said, as to which course to choose. At times in the past also, she has withheld data she later wished she had given voice to. But we regard it as very encouraging that she had mentally perceived the initials.

(“An armchair also.” This is interesting, and we believe refers to a wicker upright armchair that one of us sat in when at the table tipping game the last time of the evening. We have three black wooden kitchen chairs that ordinarily we press into service in the living room when company comes. These three chairs were used by the male and female trios as they sat at the table. When a fourth member was added to the last table tipping of the evening, featuring Jane, Bill, Don and myself, the wicker armchair was pressed into use since it was the only one available except for a Kennedy rocker. Neither Jane or I recall who sat in the armchair.

(“A skirmish.” There were several verbal skirmishes in the course of the evening, stemming from the suspicions of the three women that Bill, Don and I might be faking the lifting of the table the first couple of times we tried it. Also between Jane and me after company left, when I told Jane we had assisted nature during the early attempts. A little more data comes out on this during the question period.

(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.)