“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“As I lay down for my usual nap this afternoon, I reminded myself that Jane was to hold her ESP class this evening. Jokingly, I thought, I’d probably ‘get something’ just when I’d have the least amount of time to write it up afterward, make any drawings I could, and just plain take a while to think about it. (On class night we eat supper by 6:00; students often begin to arrive by 7:15, although class doesn’t begin until 8:00.) So what happened? I experienced two long-lasting mental images before I slept. Was I happy with them? I didn’t know, for they not only rearoused old questions, but brought up some new ones.

“Not long after I closed my eyes I saw, almost in silhouette, a Roman soldier standing on the top of a square, crenelated tower that formed a corner or angle in a massive stone wall. My position was at ground level. I’d lost all sensation of my body lying on the cot. The scene was very faint, so much so that it might almost be called more of an idea than an image. The sky behind the soldier was darkly overcast; I was aware of very little color. I ‘knew’ that the tower I faced marked the southeastern corner of Jerusalem, and I ‘knew’ that the wall itself was an enormous fortification that had surrounded that ancient city sometime during the first half of the first century A.D.

“Somehow, without being able to see them, I knew that stone or clay steps rose up the back of the tower, clear to the top where the soldier posed. He didn’t move. Try as I would, I couldn’t make his image any clearer or closer, or induce it to change in any other manner. What I did perceive was remarkably steady and lasted for several minutes, at least. I can still summon it to my mind’s eye when I want to. It came to me that the soldier was 43 years old and had two male children — where they were, I didn’t know. Like an echo in the background lingered a woman, but I couldn’t get anything about her.

“Now the scene changed, as one might change a slide in a projector. In another little drama, motionless like the first one, I saw my Roman soldier suspended in the act of falling from the tower. He had, in truth, been thrown off it, and I believe that he was either dead or mortally wounded from stab wounds. He had a bandage wrapped around the biceps of his left arm. Now I knew that a ‘task force’ of other Roman soldiers had carried out this assault, reaching ‘me’ by climbing the steps already described. I saw no sign of others on the tower, though. I kept this second image in mind for some time before allowing myself to realize that the victim fell amid a group of his fellows. One of them, I believe, ran a spear into the body.

[...] After adding a few sentences of personal information for Jane, Seth ended the session at 12:07 A.M. Jane had experienced internal images while delivering some of the book material, yet hadn’t been able to get them clearly. One image had to do with an analogy involving plants and counterparts, she said; in it, the leaves of the plants “gave out” messages as counterparts did. [...]

[...] It’s sort of frustrating … Strange … I’m getting images, too, but not clearly. [...]