“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The paraphernalia, arranged in neat cubbyholes, to you represented paraphernalia of a subjective nature that stood between your father and the use of his abilities. The periodic clearing away in which you and Ruburt both indulge is beneficial from several viewpoints.

You picked up thoughts from your mother, directed against your father, and your father’s telepathic reply. Both of your parents supposed themselves to be thinking about the other. Neither was aware that the other was receiving the thoughts, answering them. They were indeed carrying on a conversation without speaking. Your father was in the living room and your mother in the bedroom. Your two brothers were not in the house at the time of the later event.

(Jane now said she picked up something about my mother and dishes. My father, Jane said, had to go to a meeting of an organization like the Lions Club. Dues were due; there was something about money. There was a name, Gale, not that of a woman, connected with father .

(“No,” Jane said, “it’s not Gale, it’s something windy, it’s that Dr. Martin. I always think of him as a windbag. He was going to the meeting with your father.”

(This is good data also. Jane knew my father had belonged to the Lions Club. She did not know Dr. Martin was also a member, or that my father had been secretary of the club, and consequently handled money in the form of dues. I remember the big book my father used to keep the record of the club members’ dues, etc. In fact, my father and Dr. Martin were charter members of the Sayre Lions Club, initiated many years ago.

(Jane now said my mother had talked with Dr Martin’s wife Emma on the telephone earlier in the day. Emma had bought a new satin gown that day, and my mother was jealous. She was also mad at my father because he couldn’t afford such things for her. Jane said she “was sort of aware of a dress, and a telephone conversation between your mother and Emma.”

The earlier incident involved your father and the coal bin.

He was shoveling coal up into buckets, very angry. You stood in the doorway and actually heard his thoughts in your head. (Pause.) You were so startled and frightened that you ran. In your father’s anger he had wished that your mother was dead, or that she would leave and take her brood with her. (Pause.)