“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(No session was held Monday night because Jane was so relaxed again—that is, I’d thought that was the reason, but more about that later. “When I sit on the couch and relax after supper, I don’t want to do anything,” she said. “I don’t even want to have a session tonight. I don’t feel him around at all.” She’d called me at 8:45. She still sat in her usual place on the couch, and following a suggestion I’d made the other day she decided to try having the session from that position. It meant she’d be able to lean back, “taking the pressure off my ass,” she laughed. “But I don’t know how it’ll work out.”

(The result was that I sat in her chair, facing her across the inevitable coffee table. She didn’t know whether to sit upright or lean back: “It feels odd already, and I haven’t even started. So I’m just waiting.”

(See the attached experiences of Jane’s, of March 13 and l6. I showed them to her to refresh her memory. As with her earlier experiences, these were excellent and quite to the point considering her hassles. It was easy to lose track of them, unfortunately. “I’ve completely forgotten your questions, too,” she said. As I had, for the most part. Nor have I added to that list for a long time now. One thing that inhibited me is that I was aware, of course, of the predominantly negative context or tone of the whole idea of the list. It’s a contradictory attitude, of course, since these private sessions are an effort to learn something about our hassles—not a self-congratulatory exercise.

Our late sessions helped bring about several important dreams that I have mentioned, and also activated other therapeutic layers, so that different kinds of messages have been received while Ruburt was in the sleep or dream state.

(Pause.) Our material was precisely the kind that would directly threaten old beliefs, so in that regard there were bound to be points of conflict. Ruburt would meet them fairly directly, since after all he was not some hypothetical person reading our books, but the person responsible for delivering them. In a fashion the material returns him, however, to a natural yet mystical inner knowledge of his childhood before (underlined) he cloaked it in the church’s robes, and it would be good for him to remember that and perhaps try to recapture some of those very early feelings that he has consciously forgotten.

In other words, the psychic development is a part of his natural growth (long pause), a reaffirmation and restructuring of inner information that in one fashion or another was always available to him, but needed to find a conscious format, a conscious expression, a way to pierce the seemingly opaque habits of knowledge of the cultural world.

Such reassurances and reminders can help connect him with feelings from that earlier time. The early vivid feeling for reincarnation, when he knew Roberts was not his proper name (as a youngster); the episode when he watched grade school children as no more than a toddler himself, and knew he had gone to school before; the flying out-of-body dreams; and the sense of identification with nature, and particularly with the night—those feelings waited for their vindication, for they did not fit into the world as he was told then. Period.

(10:12 PM. Jane’s delivery from her new position on the couch had been steady and emphatic until she slowed down noticeably toward the end of the session. I told Jane it was an excellent session and that she’d done well. She’d alternated while sitting between perching upright and leaning back.)