SESSION SEVENTEEN

(The second game of the World Series started at 8:30 — I think — tonight, although I hardly glanced at it on television as we made ready for the session; the set went off after the first [scoreless] inning anyhow. I had a letter half done for Jeanne Miles, my well-known artist friend who lives in New York City. Mitzi was chasing one of her paperfoil toys down the cellar stairs. …

(I’d just finished typing the last few pages for Monday night’s session, and I asked Jane what she thought of my final note: I’d speculated about any reincarnational connections that might tie her abilities to speak for Seth, without help of any modern kind, to the abilities ancient man had displayed, when, according to Seth, he’d been able to carry all of his history with him mentally. As ancient man had lived without the news media we’re so used to, so does Jane speak for Seth without all of that modern help. I hadn’t expected Seth to go into related material this evening.)

(Long pause at 9:35.) You know what sound is, yet as Ruburt knows, what you consider sound is only one of sound’s many spectrums. Beside translating inner images into paintings, for example, you may unknowingly be translating sensually invisible sounds into images. In a way quite impossible to describe, it would be true to say that our sessions actually translate multidimensional images into words. You have no words for the kinds of images I am speaking of, for they are not objects, nor pictures of objects, nor images of images, but instead the inner dimensions, each separate and glowing, but connected, prisms of knowledge, that have within themselves more reality than you can presently begin to imagine.

End of session. A small note to our friend — again — to trust the great power of the universe that forms his own image, to trust his spontaneity, and his body’s natural urges toward relaxation, motion, and creativity, as these show themselves in their own rhythms.

(9:56 P.M. “Boy, I was out with that,” Jane said. “That really hits me: you can tell you’re out there so far, with all of this energy, but you can’t go any further, you know what I mean? At the same time, it’s so simple… It was a different session in some way. My feelings are that I was different, although I don’t know about what different things you might get down. Right now I’m looking at the clock — and it seems that you were so far away that it seems I should take four hours to get back. Not that I had any sense of time in the session. …”

(The session is indeed an excellent one, and Jane’s delivery, after a slow start, had often been intent and inspired.)

NOTE: SESSION OF OCTOBER 15, 1980