“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Give us a moment here however. (Pause.) Now. First of all: the affair the other evening with the Gallaghers was legitimate. There was contact made with the Jesuit’s father. (Saturday, October 21, 1967, at a table-tipping session.) I told you that Ruburt’s abilities were developing along several new lines, and this is the beginning of one of them.

Your confidence in him is important here, for he still harbors Irish superstitions having to do with contacting the dead. The experiments with the table are most helpful, and I did indeed help him out on two occasions with the green table. (Jane pointed to the large heavy green table up by the living room windows.) He does not need my help with the small one, and the time and circumstances were not good on the other occasion when he requested my aid.

The psychic environment still needs to be improved. The husband has made good efforts. However, stronger ones must be made. Particular care should be taken in the morning and evening, so that there is no atmosphere of negative suggestion. (Pause.) Continue the peanut oil and the other recommendations. The alfalfa should definitely be added now.

The young woman of whom our friend (John Bradley) speaks. Impressions: an A. (Pause.) Lived in a town by a river. Connection with two males, one older, perhaps 34, a brother or close friend.

Also a connection with a small child, female, perhaps age 6. I do not know, a niece or sister perhaps. A stage name. (Jane shook her head.) I do not know the meaning of this impression, unless she has one name and uses another. Brown hair. Sometimes wears glasses. The left hand.

(The above data refers to a young woman John Bradley talked with in Hazelton, PA, recently. John has met her the one time, he said, plus an instance where he had coffee with her. She is a nurse at the Hazelton hospital.

(Jane had an image within, as she spoke, of a capital S and a small e v connected to it. John said the girl’s first name is Terry, which is an Irish name, but that she is Italian, with black—not brown—hair. Last name is Repanshek; but there is a puzzle here, since the name doesn’t seem to be an Italian one. Spelling is John’s phonetic interpretation.

(John and I were somewhat tired but wanted to try the table. We used the small one, and placed it on the rug to muffle its noise at the late hour. It began to move almost at once, and by tapping out the alphabet told me, in somewhat garbled fashion, that an O B, a family relative, was making contact. Jane did not know who this could be, and I did I not tell her.

(I have seen tables move a few times before, including the much heavier green table referred to in the session, but still find the movement of furniture weird when it begins, since none of us were making any obvious, overt attempts to move said table. It is quite easy to touch one’s fingertips to the tabletop, and thus verify that no strong physical pressure is being exerted thereon, even subconsciously; especially when the touch is light enough so that the fingertips slide about, as ours did. We constantly checked each other, also watching our feet. This is easy to do with a small table.

(This was not all. At times the table tipped up on two legs, then would poise there, seemingly balanced by itself. To our surprise we discovered that it required an active pressure from us to force the table back down to the floor so that all three legs made contact. The feeling of this force was unmistakable, and new to all of us. There was no doubt about its existence, since the pressure required to level the table off was obvious to all. This of course did the job that gravity would normally be expected to do. Each time we pushed the table down, it rose up again at one edge. The feeling given by this maverick or opposite pressure was quite similar to the feeling one gets from playing with magnets, when they are so aligned that one repels the other. Whatever force is operating in such cases of repulsion is invisible, but unmistakably there.

(This feeling of repulsion is the reason for these notes, actually. If the beginning of movement in a piece of furniture is weird to start with, a refusal by the table to sit on the floor as one expects is much more so. This period lasted for perhaps ten minutes or more, while the three of us took turns shifting position so we could all test the pressure required to push the table down to the floor. There is no question that any of us were causing this effect; all of our movements were plain to see. During all of this the table was active to a greater or lesser degree, making it impossible to prop up a leg, say, with a shoe, etc. As interested as we were, we did not lose objectivity.

(The session climaxed with a very active dance by the table, as the three of us left our chairs and followed it about the rug. It described circles, balanced on one leg at a time, then two, in a regular rhythm. At times it scooted in a straight line. The hilarity of all this is hard to convey, but the objective realization of what was taking place, and of how hard it would be to explain to a neophyte, finally got to John Bradley. This was his first experience with a table. He ended up laughing until the tears rolled down his cheeks, as the three of us went round and round the room with the table.