“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

We are getting something here that is not clear: a small instrument used that seems to be the size of a thimble, but with (pause) something that resembles a slide rule on the top. This was the method of obtaining the data from which the water records came.

The wife dies young. She was of foreign descent, I believe French. Her people were destroyed in a plague. Her family name (pause) … I hear it, you see, but I do not see it (pause)… You will have to work phonetically: V I S W A (repeated), from some place near Bordeaux in France.

Now. Our friend was a collector of dues within the organization to which he belonged. The name was on many records, but you would not find them now. There was a life in Arabia, a poor and humble one, and one much more recently in the Midwest of this country; as a woman.

(Pause. Jane paused often while giving this material.) We will try here… Joseph… The name of the town was either S A C O (spelled), or this formed the main body of the name, you see.

I said Midwest, and yet it was further west, I believe. The population seems to have been no more than 13,000 at the time, at a peak period, and yet for a long time the population was but 3,000. Married to a man who dealt with cloth stuffs, and with some material that was made into large bags or sacks.

Now then. A Saint Cecelia Church here. The name Mathiatus (phonetic) I believe was shortened to another version, perhaps Methus. (Phonetic. Pause.)

Your first name, then, was Grace. (Long pause.) There were five children who lived and two who did not. Here we find you very ambitious.

(9:31. Jane said she was pretty well dissociated. Her voice had been good throughout, her eyes closed. A general discussion between the four of us took place at break concerning Seth, origins, etc. Resume at 9:43.)

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.

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.

He sailed on a ship, certainly with a strange name, for it was called

You did indeed. There was no friendship developing however, nor any time for one. The mere meeting however provided contacts that will be worked out.

(10:07. Jane was again well dissociated, her eyes remaining closed. Another discussion between the four of us followed. Resume at 10:22.)

(Pete wanted to know if his love of anything to do with Spain was the result of a life lived there.)

(I read one of Pete’s questions aloud: “I typed some very deep emotional, almost poetical words one afternoon and felt Ferd was expressing himself in this branch of automatic writing. Was this indeed legitimate?”)

Indeed. This was an attempt on his part to reach certain levels of intuition that had not yet taken conscious form. On this particular occasion Ferd was not involved. Our young friend was developing his own intuitive abilities.

This was not, strictly speaking, automatic writing, however.

He was dissociated enough to allow knowledge to come through that he did not realize he possessed. (Pause.) There is a rhythm-making talent here to some extent. Also I believe an unrecognized ability to work with numbers.

(I could see Jane was quite tired. “No.”)