“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(From 9:00 to 9:30 tonight, at my suggestion, Jane and I sat to see if we could get Jane into her library. We also sent energy to her knees. During this period she had a variety of subjective experiences, and is dealing with some of them in notes of her own. They included a projection through the eastern wall of our living room, and a “visitor” who returned with her; the Latin title of a book; her awareness of a third eye; some material, with diagrams, of me as a monk who wrote manuscripts in an underground chamber that he later sealed; a vision of Seth in a brown robe, looking as I’ve painted him—but the brown robe was “too easy,” Jane said suspiciously. Jane also did succeed in approximating entry into her library; her own notes will cover this.

(“I think I could get this several different ways,” Jane said at 10:28, “but I’d rather let Seth handle it.... I feel a very strong energy—as though I’ve got a great big idea—huge—and it’s got to be broken down into bits and pieces. Your mind just can’t take it that way.”

(When Jane did begin speaking for Seth, her voice had an extra energy and impetus, a somewhat stronger and deeper tone; obviously something had been added; these hard-to-describe qualities were present for most of the session.)

Now: you are yourselves alive in the heroic dimension, and there your existences here are consciously-embarked-upon journeys. You keep track of them easily. The two dimensions are not separate, therefore. There is importance, significance in your suggestion that Ruburt send energy to his body, and in your suggestion that he look for the library, as there is in his new attraction to his painting.

You dwell partially in the heroic dimension therefore, to a considerable-enough degree so that you can glimpse its existence. What I appear to be is your interpretation of what I am, and earlier this evening Ruburt dimly glimpsed that my apparent reality in a quite inferior version. It is enough, however, to give you an idea. I am filling the house with energy for you to use. I will also enlarge the frontiers of your dreams. I bid you a fond good evening.

(11:35 PM. Jane felt that “in between” what Seth was and said “was a whole lot of stuff I just couldn’t get through. I felt like I was a door tonight, and that through that came a lot of energy we’ll get hold of later. We just couldn’t take it all at once.”)