“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I now repeated my question, partly as a means of getting Jane onto another subject and to help her control the depth of the trance. For some reason I felt at the time that she did not want to explore too deep a state this evening; but events proved me mistaken here. Jane resumed in the same manner, but with her eyes closed, at 10:00.)

Now. When Ruburt’s eyes are closed, I still have you pinpointed.

To save our friend the cat lover from undue torment and inner terror, I suggest you put the frightening monster safely behind a closed door.

Now. It is a subtle thing. I am now closely allied with Ruburt, and yet in another way, a new way, there is a balance so that his personality can be the surface, dominant one. He can operate as himself and my heavy hand is not so in evidence. He is simply more quiet than usual. This takes some control, since it is his mannerisms that are retained in a large manner.

This will take some acclimation on his part; for his manners and gestures and behavior is maintained but my consciousness is behind them. Now in this state I am indeed very close, although it will be more difficult for you to sense my presence.

(Jane now took off her glasses. She paused. Her mood perceptibly changed. Her head dropped, chin to her chest, eyes closed. Her breathing became noticeably loud—something quite rare in the sessions. It seemed apparent that another change, or experiment, was to take place.

(The following manner of delivery was a new one in the sessions. Jane continued to speak with her head down; the result was that her voice seemed oddly muffled, much deeper, far from as clear as just above. There seemed to be an actual effort involved in her speaking—something quite foreign to the sessions. Her eyes remained closed. I watched her closely, ready to interrupt if the experimental delivery seemed to be taxing. And of course Peggy hadn’t seen this type of delivery before.)

Now, in this state I am also close to you, and yet there is a difference. The nervous system control… As you see there are large changes, and we are using our energy in a different manner and I can come through to you in this way myself in a more recognizable fashion.

(Jane now sat leaning far forward in her rocker; her head was far down, toward her knees, facing the floor. The voice was still deep but not so muffled, eyes still closed. I can say the voice sounded more like an old man’s voice, and not much like either Jane’s voice or the usual Seth voice. The voice now had almost a resonant quality.)