“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At 9:05 Jane said, “I’m getting some real weird stuff. I’ll tell you about it in a minute....” We were sitting for the session, but as things developed Seth never did come through.

(“Some of which was great and some that I didn’t like ... The eye thing was like a tunnel and I went through it, through matter. It wasn’t as great as the time I went through the house next door, but this tunnel was very long and I went into another universe. I was floating and flying among stars and lights. Then I came down and there was this big body there. I landed on its head or shoulder. It was naked; like a transparent body because I could see the veins and nerves in it....”

(“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.”

(“I made some connection between that wheelchair and this rocker, thinking it was a wheelchair, and that big portrait you painted of the patient in a wheelchair in the county hospital where your father was,” she said. “Then I came out. I got nervous when I saw the great big thing was in the wheelchair, but I decided to go through with it whether it was me or not. Then I came out of it.”

(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....”

(9:40. “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 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.”

(Pause at 10 PM. “I got too conscious of what I was doing,” Jane said, “and of the music upstairs. But my hands feel so nice and warm. It’s the first time I’ve been warm in three days.”

(“I think I got the wheelchair image about this rocker, too,” Jane said, “because we first got it for your back.... My feet still feel like they’re resting on air, but I know they’re not,” she said, looking down.