“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(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.”

(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.”