“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To recap: after supper tonight Jane told me she felt “warm.” Our apartment was quite chilly in actuality, as it has often been since the June flood; both of us had been cold all day. Now Jane was warm and more relaxed than usual. I went to work in the studio on the illustrations for Oversoul Seven. Jane told me later that after I left she began to get very strong feelings that the phone was going to ring, with some exceptionally good news for us. Possibly Richard Bach and his editor, Eleanor Friede, were involved. These feelings became so strong that Jane wrote out a description of them.

(While I was getting set to take notes, Jane said she felt her subjective legs “going around in circles.” She had stopped rubbing her forehead by now. She also felt that hands were pulling her legs down, straightening them. She sat leaning back in her rocker, very relaxed, eyes closed; at last she told me she got a whole lot of stuff that time.

(“I began to move it from the outside, slowly, like a marionette But then I didn’t like it, because it seemed to be in a wheelchair. I went ahead with it, but I didn’t know whether it had died, or what.” Now the tenant in the apartment above our living room began to play rock music very loudly, but Jane seemed undisturbed as she talked to me. Her eyes through most of the conversation were slitted open, her voice usual. She seemed to come out of the state temporarily. “I followed the body... through a series of chutes and came out like a butterfly.”

(9:25. “I’ve been doing something else,” she said after a lengthy pause. “Wait a minute... Then I was behind my head. I rushed down my own spinal cord, into my body. Then I saw a lot of little tiny men. This is hilarious. They were inside my knees, with hoses, washing out my knees with crystal clear, pure water. Then they went to the back of my neck... Now they’re climbing up the bones of my spinal column and straightening them out and doing things...”

(“Now I feel really big—like that figure. Oh, I’m getting really bigger... like I’m really big and light like a balloon.” She smiled at 9:30. “And now these little men’ve got little things like trowels, and they’re taking scoops of white stuff out of my body and throwing it away. They spray something on the part first, that makes this white stuff soft, then they scoop it out.”

(Jane had laughed, but now she sobered. “They’re real tiny; they’re building what looks like scaffolds in the backs of both of my knees. Now they’ve got bushels of blood, fresh blood, and they’re throwing it into my veins... And now they’re changing electrical fixtures in the back of my spine; and now my knees are lighting up....”

(9:35. “Now they’re pulling out some short muscles between my knees and feet,” Jane said. She touched the sole of a foot. “A lot of it down here had to do with up here, the knees.... It’s funny because all this makes me feel so big. The little men are up under my arm and it feels like its floating up and out; they’re lifting it up, and using a heat lamp on it under the armpit. I feel real good and relaxed there now...”

(“I feel giant-sized now, though, again... It feels like my left leg is up higher than my right one, though I can see that it isn’t. And it’s straight. They’re lifting it up and out from the hip, and doing something underneath it.”

(9:40. “This must be my astral leg; it’s falling back and forth from the knee; the heel touches my spine, which I can’t do.... Now the little men are doing it with my right leg, but they’re having more trouble with it than with the left one. But now they’ve got it. I’m getting a funny feeling now, like I’m almost physically up off the floor, in a sitting position—I know I’m not—but it’s almost as though the chair wasn’t there.”

(Jane burst out laughing, her eyes still slitted. “Now it’s as if I’m going back into the chair, only through it, my legs going through it. Then I was racing up a flight of stairs. Then I was in the chair again, only now it was like a wheelchair. I saw a devil image walking away from me in one direction, and on the other side of me an angel image, walking away; and I knew I had both these images of myself. Then they walked into each other and blended, standing in front of me,” she said, “and while I didn’t see this as clearly, it’s what I am.”

(“Next I was running like a kid. I threw myself down in the grass and lay there and relaxed, lying on my back.... And now, see, I’m talking and these little men are working on my hands, my astral fingers. Wait,” Jane said, after a pause, “I’m getting some words—”

(Jane’s head moved rhythmically from side to side very slightly as she sat slumped in her rocker, eyes closed. “My skin was too tight and they worked all over it. Then one ovary had a little black spot on it, and they snipped it off—and lifted it up somehow—and I thought that’s why I haven’t had my periods... I feel like I’m a giant to those little people, with this method of self-perception I’m using; now they’re back working under my knees.” Jane paused at 10:15. “They dipped my head down and took the top of it off. Then they scooped out some stuff like they did before, this time from where the top vertebrae meet the skull, and they threw all this stuff away. Then they worked on my shoulders.”