“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A few weeks ago we heard that a former neighbor had just died. Joanie had lived in our apartment house for a year or so, once right across the hall from us. She was thin, red-haired, with a wild temper. I think she was one of the wittiest people I’ve known, and she was a great mimic. But she often used her wit like a sword. It was cruel humor, even when she turned it against herself, as she often did.

You can even continue some symptoms after death. For example, Miss C, who lived in our apartment house, finally died of hardening of the arteries. One night I found myself out of my own body in a strange house—strange because while it was extremely old-fashioned, somehow it looked brand-new. Miss C was just going out the door as I arrived. She was very distracted. Suddenly I “knew” that the house was an hallucination she had created, a replica of her childhood home, and I knew that she did not realize she was dead.

At the same moment I realized that my job was to explain the facts to her. I caught up with her, gently led her back into the house, and said, “Miss C, you don’t have to worry anymore about dying. It’s already happened. Your mind can be perfectly clear now. It’s all right.” She seemed to understand, and as I finished speaking with her, another person came to take my place.

“Jung enlarged on some of his concepts shortly before he died. He has changed a good many of them since then.”