“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.

(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...”

(Jane continued: “But that devil image comes from a long pagan line of earth gods, and always represented the innate knowledge inherent even in the earth itself. All the ideas of the fear of the inner self come from the basic division that has for so long existed in the minds of man since the birth of organized religion... Religion tried to make the devil into a black shadow of God, His counterpoint and yet opposite, but man forgot what counterpoint meant. Personified, for example, the devil is the fury of a storm, but disconnected from a storm’s great creativity.”

(9:52. “I feel like my hands are doing all these weird things in the air while I’m getting this material,” Jane said. The music from above was louder than ever, but she seemed to be oblivious to it. “Then I went up like in a spiral through that room upstairs with all that music and energy, and shot out above it. My hands were tied but then they were cut loose and flew out in all directions. I feel like I’m really giant-sized, pacing through this room and talking.” Pause. “I forgot: my head went up through the roof and I guess I was a giant walking over the earth. Then I was walking slower, and finally I was walking under water....” I guess I better come out of it.”

(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.”