“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane said she was a little tired this evening. She began in trance while seated in our rocking chair, using a quiet voice and pauses, eyes open at times.)

He did very well with his class, not only by holding our session (see the last session, Jane’s first without my presence), but by releasing and vocalizing his deep inner convictions. This helped his students immeasurably. He was helped, for part of himself was another student, listening.

Your dream was a psychological drama. (See my dream notebook for December 6, 1967.) The water did represent the streak of life. (Pause.) The rocks represented in the past a desire for aloofness. Not only did they lead back to the water, but all other routes along them that you followed were perilous. The water, despite all, was safer than the rocks.

The man who threw in his burden ahead of time was your father. (Smile.) He did this years ago in effect, hence you passed him by, while recognizing his gesture and deciding against it. The packs represented abilities as well as burdens, you see. He was afraid of his abilities and his burdens. He could not go along with them on his back. He was afraid they would drown him. He leaped into life, denying himself the use of his abilities because of the responsibilities they entailed, hence the separation.

Instead, you tried aloofness but kept intact and with you your abilities and responsibilities. You saw that the course could not be pursued, for all the roads led to involvement with the water. (Pause.) You still did not want to enter in however. It was Ruburt who drew you emotionally into participation.

(10:10. Jane was dissociated as usual. I believe the dream discussed above might have been interrupted by the alarm clock. As Jane spoke I became aware that I had felt quite sleepy at times. She resumed at 10:22.)

Exercises so far have been too intensely entered into. He was so intent upon performing all given, either exercise or posture, that he became discouraged and pessimistic. The dancing, you see, he considers pleasurable. Its exercise function is secondary. He forgets himself, uses his body, and at least creates the climate in which muscular relaxation can occur.

(10:36. Jane was out as usual. During the delivery I had become increasingly sleepy— so much so that at times I had to struggle to keep my eyes open; at times I let them close briefly in relief. I felt as though a trance state might be trying to intrude, rather than being aware of any general weariness. As I wrote, I looked about the room in hopes I might see something unusual— Seth etc., but noticed nothing.

(11:02.Still in trance, Jane sat quite still in her rocker until 11:07. Her eyes were closed, and she was Seth for the next five minutes.

(I had felt just as sleepy as before, but had managed to keep writing, although I had a strong urge to merely lay down and sleep. I now did as Seth suggested, feeling a trance on my part was probably involved. If anything I felt a little less tired now, but with my eyes closed tried not to “try” for any effect too hard, less I block it by conscious effort.

(Every so often I deliberately opened my eyes to check on Jane, but she sat quite still. Later she told me she opened her eyes briefly, once, just before 11:07. At first I perceived nothing unusual, and felt my own relaxation wasn’t what it might be. Finally, very briefly but rather clearly, I visioned internally the hanging sculpture sketched below. I knew it was mine. The piece was in cast iron, with a soft mottled black-brown patina, densely conceived, and I liked it very much. It was perhaps two and a half feet high, hanging from a ceiling by a chain.

(See my dream book for Friday, December 8, 1967, for a sketch of the first vision I had that involved sculpture. The seeing of sculpture is most unusual for me, since I have never done any; though feeling all along that I was quite capable.

(Jane told me that during this experiment she was aware of a “cone” of energy being focused in my direction from herself, with the wide end of the cone at her end—she could not really describe this feeling, she said, any better than this.

(I closed my eyes again after visioning the sculp, hoping to see more. This was just before 11:07, and the session’s end. This time, before I realized it, I was “far away” in a fashion I cannot really put into words. Suffice it to say I was seemingly miles from my physical body, briefly, without being aware of any sensation of seeing anything else— no location, etc.

(I did not feel alarm, but could have been alerted. I suddenly straightened my head up as I sat on the divan and my eyes popped open. I discovered that I was now fully awake and alert— the drowsiness was fully gone.)