“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I told Rob, and while he said that it was up to me, he wasn’t too happy. “Remember what happened last time you tried to contact someone’s deceased relative?” he said. “Anyway, let Seth handle it.”

If it was subconscious role-taking on my part, then it was a darned good job, and if telepathy was involved, then it was a darned good job too, because my student had to check some of the facts with others. But I didn’t like it, and I didn’t want anything like it to happen again. I’m pretty choosy as to whom I let in my house, and living or dead, people like that weren’t going to find a welcome mat here.

“Still, I don’t want to go overboard in my reactions,” I said. “The Lindens only want to know about their little boy. Besides, I’ll let Seth handle it. It’s a session night, after all.”

He recommended that Sally’s limbs be rubbed with peanut oil, and that iron be added to her diet. He emphasized that she would be happier in another room and said: “I believe you have a fairly small sunny parlor. This room has beneficial connotations for her. Let her be moved there.” In passing he spoke of several episodes in Sally’s present life, some that Jon corroborated in his next letter, and one in particular that he did not know about until Seth mentioned it. Seth said, for example, that she had worked in a five-and-dime store with a girl friend, and that a visit from this friend would be helpful. Jon didn’t know that Sally had worked in such a place, but her mother remembered.