“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This afternoon I brought Mitzi home from the vet. Doc Davidson spayed her yesterday instead of Monday, as planned. She is fine, and seemingly is as active as ever —an amazing display considering that she was operated upon only about 24 hours ago. Every time she jumped up on a chair—or down—Jane and I winced, but Mitzi wasn’t concerned at all. Some cat.

(Billy, of course, was highly intrigued by the change his nose told him had taken place in his sister. Indeed, our only problem was keeping him from constantly nosing after Mitzi, since she usually ran away from him each time he tried to investigate what must have been changed bodily odors of hers. For the session I put him in the cellar.

(The evening, dark, was a beautiful one. As we sat for the session in our “new” den we could hear through the open sliding glass door the mixed chorus of tree toads and various insects echoing through the woods in back of the house, and up and across Holley Road.

You were well aware, intuitively, of Ruburt’s strong abilities, though you had no labels for them. Ruburt was appalled at your situation, and moreover your moodiness at the time led him to fear that you might turn away from him. He sensed your abilities also, and psychically the two of you pooled your creative resources to reach beyond the reality that you know, to search for some other vaster framework that could help explain the events of your private reality and the events of the public world. For that world did indeed seem chaotic, particularly with your president’s assassination and the situation in Cuba.

Left alone, he never wrote conventional fiction. His abilities would not confine themselves to such a limited form, and he was always trying to bring them into line. He grew up at a time when it was considered somewhat dangerous to be different from others. In the home, the Catholic asylum, he was often punished for noncomformity. He tried to form a protective self to keep himself in line.

There is a power of value fulfillment and growth within each individual that must be satisfied. It is the power that makes physical growth possible, the power that is behind the fetus. You know ahead of time the nature of the period into which you will be born. (Pause.) You were both born with certain abilities, and you knew ahead of time that you would have to enlarge the framework of conventional concepts if you were to have room to use those abilities. In a way, they gave you both a second life, for in the old framework there was no satisfying (underlined) or creative way to go.

(10:10.) Again, in a way (underlined), you have given a second life to many other people. (Pause.) Some of this is simplified, but it all basically applies. Ruburt’s main problem was that he tried too hard to protect himself because he believed it was necessary. These ideas have been delivered to you in serial time. Some get through easier or quicker than others, and a belief in the need for protection has been the most stubborn lingering belief from Ruburt’s past in this life.

I spoke about this instead of your community of sperm this evening. But Ruburt was correct: There was nothing defective about the genes mentioned in your article (in the National Enquirer), in which individuals were born girls, and turned into boys. The gene bank contains multitudinous—in fact, numberless —varieties of development, meant to insure against unimaginable catastrophes, changes or climate, or whatever.

It was the trigger that led to his decision to reveal himself more fully in his book (God of Jane). End of answer.

(A copy of the article from the National Enquirer, for September 4, 1979, was attached. Unfortunately, it’s missing from this session’s record 26 years later, in 2005....)