“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.”

(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.”

(At 10:05 the music from up above stopped, and I heard people leaving. Jane sat slumped in her rocker, very relaxed, eyes closed. Then she began to talk again. “I heard the people go out upstairs. I was giant-sized again. My flesh felt like dough, the little men were kneading it like dough. It’s a real funny feeling, I can’t really describe the sensation. The little men were working on my knees when I heard the kids upstairs leave. Before that they’d worked on my shoulders real fast, shaking my astral shoulders around and around....”