“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I was quite nervous before the next session. I’d had a particularly trying day at the gallery, and Rob was tired, too. Yet Rob woke up quickly enough, for I was to speak for Seth for over two hours. This session was quite startling for another reason also—the information itself was quite as surprising as the way I was saying it.

Then, however, all of this was new to us. For all I knew, Seth was a secondary personality himself, and at this point we could have dropped the sessions. Though we found them intriguing, we certainly weren’t convinced that Seth was someone who had survived death. Most likely, we thought, he was a very lively portion of my own subconscious. [...] There was no evidence of excessive emotionalism in the material, though: no repressed hates, prejudices, or desires. [...]

Rob said it was as if I were reading from some invisible manuscript. [...] Whatever was happening, I was going to be on my feet so I could have a good running start for the door in case I got worried.

[...] The type of fragment your friend saw was of this type, but so disconnected from your friend, and so absentmindedly was it sent upon its travels, that its information was probably passed directly to the entity which your friend represents. [...]

[...] (It was Seth, incidentally, who suggested we take a five-to-ten-minute break every half hour or so.) Rob and I didn’t know what to make of this session. It was the first time I’d spoken for so long at a time, for one thing. For another, we didn’t know how to evaluate what was said.

“There was an afternoon in a small park when you were a child about eleven. [...] It was close to five, September 17, on a day when there was no school. [...]

“You turned to watch and when you turned back, the boy was gone. For a short time you wondered, and then the incident was forgotten. As a matter of fact, at the same time your brother, Loren, was looking out the window of your father’s shop [across the way] and saw nothing.”

This was a rather hilarious attitude, come to think of it. Actually, as I spoke for Seth I paced the room constantly, yet was hardly aware of doing so. [...]

[...] Then, ten minutes later while we were resting, Rob said that he was going to ask if we’d ever seen such “personality fragment” images. [...] It was this following passage that both of us, later, found so disquieting.

[...] The doctor didn’t know what was wrong with his back and suggested that he spend some time under traction in the hospital. Instead we decided that his reaction to stress was at least partially responsible, hence the trip.