“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In dismay, I heard Rob snoring. In any case, I wasn’t in my physical body, and he probably wouldn’t know anything was wrong anyhow. And where was Seth? Where were all those “guides” who were supposed to come running to your aid when you got in predicaments like this? All these thoughts went scurrying through my mind as I tried to fight this thing off. I was very conscious of the creature’s weight, which was really amazing, and its intent—which was to maul me up as much as possible, if not to kill me outright.

We asked about the dream in the next Seth session. Seth told me that it referred to my death as a medium in Boston in the last century. He had given us some information about this life in previous sessions, and now he told me that I wouldn’t again die of cancer (a mistake in tactics on his part, since he had long ago told me to give up cigarettes, and I haven’t complied. He has never tried to bully me into giving up the habit, merely saying that it didn’t help my overall health or development).

No matter what anyone said, I was determined to remember any specific material I could—names, street signs, or route numbers. Finally the clerk offered to take me on a tour, when I told him I was going to explore the place alone in any case. He was very nice. We chatted and he pointed out places of interest in the city even while he warned me that I wouldn’t be able to remember them.