“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Triggers were needed also to initiate my emergence through that personality I display into your world. Ruburt’s own background and questions were highly vital as such initiating impulses. Your questions merged with his. It was the practical impetus of your need at the time, however, that operated as the final emotional trigger—you recall the circumstances.

Ruburt provided himself with a background in which a parent was steadily, chronically ill, and in which the medical profession with its beliefs was in constant sight. His mother was not medically neglected. His background included far more than illness, however, and the medical profession, but Ruburt knew that the conventional medical framework was not the answer to human ills.

When you became ill the trigger was set to find another solution.

(11:50. She put her glasses back on. “It comes in so slow....” A one minute pause. She went through a number of facial gestures as she tried to begin speaking fast enough—I’d seen her go through the same effects in some of her “massive” experiences. When she finally began speaking her voice was higher than usual—quite a bit higher—but not as high as I remembered earlier Seth Two voices. It fluctuated much more, also, and was considerably less mechanical and remote. She stressed the syllables for the most part, as in the past, and her eyes were cracked open. Seth Two:)

(12:02. Jane stopped speaking, and I thought the session was over. She came out of trance—it seemed. “I can’t get any more—or I’m confused,” she said, after a pause. “Wow—am I out....”

(“I can’t even explain it,” she said. “It was a really weird thing. It was as if I was trying to communicate with my big toe from my head, or something. It wouldn’t even be verbal. But it was as though I was talking to some other part of me that was that far apart, or away from me....”

(“And I had the feeling that the whole thing was in the color violet,” Jane said after a few minutes had passed. “And now I feel Sumari in the back of my head.... in words....” and she recited a few. They came out easily. “All of that was completely unsuspected by me,” she said groggily. She felt the effects of the beer. “I can see how it’s all tied up with that stuff I typed this afternoon—on Wheeler’s stuff and that letter I got the other day....”