“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“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.”

(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.”

(We were evidently done by 10:31. When Jane got up she didn’t seem to move about the room any faster. Yet, she said, she felt an image walking just ahead of her; at the same time the feeling of warmth had left her. Residual feelings and images from the session did remain with her, though.