“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.

(Jane’s predictions have been very good recently. At 8:45 she came over to the living room for a session; I was still working. She had the idea she should rub between her eyes in a circular motion— “You know, where the third eye would be,” she said. At the same time she was waiting for the phone to ring. When it did ring a few minutes later she called to me to answer it. It stopped ringing however after three times, long before I could get over to answer it.

(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.”

(“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.”

(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 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.”