“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You may take your break now and we shall continue… Our fire-loving young friend here can watch Ruburt light his match.

First of all, though you did not ask, I am not the subconscious of our friend Ruburt, or as you call him, Jane.

In the beginning of our relationship our communication was somewhat less smooth. Ruburt was aware of uneven moments as certain transitions took place. He kindly allows me to use, or rather operate his vocal cords. And yet even this involves automatic translations of which he is not consciously aware.

For much of my communication is not initially verbal. The original perceptions are at a different level entirely. He receives them through several of the inner senses. Ruburt or Joseph will explain the term to you. These impressions must then be translated into terms that can become physical.

In our case the impressions emerge as verbal. They are translated and interpreted so that the end result is a verbal rendition. I am, as I have often told our friends, an educator. Ruburt, and Joseph also, have known me in past lives, and our overall psychological structures have very significant similarities that make our communications possible.

That was a small yes indeed. (Amused, eyes closed, Jane leaned forward.) Now let us see. Ruburt and I engage in a cooperative venture, truly a psychological gestalt, in which our personalities meet, rather in a dimension that is neither here nor there. Together we form a sort of psychological bridge between dimensions, for I cannot completely exist within your three-dimensional system now, and he cannot completely enter the dimension in which I do have my primary existence.

(To Pete:) You did not know Ruburt nor Joseph in a past life. That was one of your questions, I know. There was a distant connection however on the part of one of your relatives. He was on a journey from England to Boston, and stopped briefly at a Boston church where Joseph was then a minister. Merely a chance acquaintance. The man, I believe, was your father.

I am afraid we should have to ask Pete. I have indeed been here, as Ruburt well knows. Ruburt however has been concerned, and quite properly, in keeping the atmosphere as uncomplicated as possible. I did not however address you, young man.

You may indeed, if it does not hurt you. (To Venice:) our new friend reminds me of the Jesuit when he first came to our sessions (Bill Gallagher)—watching, when break came, to see when Ruburt and I should fall apart from each other. I hope no crack is expected.