“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(10:38. Jane slumped in her rocker, eyes closed. She had trouble getting them open. She remembered giving the variations on the sounds and methods of speech. She told me that “something” wanted to manifest through her so slowly that it was almost inexpressible; she’d felt deep rolling sounds going through her, yearning to be translated, yearning to make sense in our terms. “It would have taken me three hours to do it right.” The slow material simply came out that way when she tried to express it. She couldn’t really understand what “they” wanted her to do, if anything.

(The day after this session, Jane greatly enlarged upon her original estimate — three hours — of the time she’d need to interpret the long or slow sounds. Now she felt that “to do proper justice to them would take years — centuries perhaps.” Because of our ordinary time sense the sounds were actually so slow to us that they appeared to be motionless, or “dead,” she told me, leading us to speculate that this may be one of the reasons why in usual terms we call inanimate matter — rocks, for instance — “dead.” But Jane couldn’t really define any sources behind last night’s material, beyond calling them “consciousnesses, or beings — but maybe not personalities as we think of that term.” Then, again increasing her estimate, she said that if “they” tried to communicate with us through sound, through our sensual equipment, “it would take forever.”

6. In Chapter 6 of Adventures, Jane described how we rented a second apartment across the hall from our first one in order to have more living and working space. (The apartments are on the second floor.) Jane’s psychic identification with the leaves of the great oak tree, growing so close beside the second apartment’s kitchen windows, marked the beginning of a different kind of relaxation for her; the kitchen became her evocative “tree house.” Several years later, I asked her to write for this note her own account of the relaxation effects that grew out of the hours she spent in contemplation with that massive tree:

[...] He was convinced that it would take many hours of your time in order to translate perhaps a simple clear paragraph of what he was receiving. [...]