“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane was really “fooled” when she opened her eyes and saw her position. She thought the chair was several feet to her own right, closer to our wall-to-ceiling bookcase. “I thought that me, the whole bit where I’m sitting, and me, it seemed to me that I was over there,” she said, pointing to her right side. This reminded her of the recent session when she momentarily seemed to be speaking as Seth from near the same bookcase.

[...] While speaking for Seth, Jane realized later, she evidently had a brief out-of-body, seeing herself from a position near the bookcase in our living room, as she sat in the rocker delivering session data.

[...] It was rather a displacement of consciousness rather than a projection, for his consciousness was in a trance state, and then displaced to the bookcase area. [...]

The next time we try a displacement of consciousness, we will put him on the other side of the bookcase (as Seth, Jane pointed).

(While telling me this, Jane abruptly remembered that during part of the delivery she seemed to be standing beside the long, floor-to-ceiling bookcase that divides our living room from her workroom. [...]

(Jane had a “memory,” now, of giving part of Seth’s data from the bookcase area, of seeing the living room from a different viewpoint. [...]

[...] She felt “intensities” now in various parts of the room—notably by the built-in bookcase at the far end of the room from the windows. [...]

[...] Now the eyes in the oil head I recently finished of the discarnate artist, Van Elver, seemed alive to her; the portrait hangs on a bookcase wall in our living room. [...]

[...] In the living room again, standing by the bookcase and looking out the windows, she felt nothing. [...]

[...] Wide, they stared straight ahead, toward the bookcase. [...]

[...] In back of her and off to her right, our cats, Billy and Mitzi, were crouching in the light cast on the rug by one of our homemade lamps from its position on a low bookcase: An insect, seemingly mesmerized by the illumination, was flying round and round inside the bright cone of the lampshade. [...]

(I had to spoil the cats’ fun: I had to get up and turn off the lamp before they pulled it off the bookcase. [...]

[...] On the other hand the moving of the bookcase to divide the work area showed even before his novel idea that his spontaneity was emerging fully within his work again, and that the work area was therefore to be separated from social activities.

(Jane was gesturing to indicate how much larger an area was now set aside, beyond the new location of the bookcase, for her workroom.)

[...] Rob stacked some bookcases, bought vertical dowels for the top, and arranged the whole affair in front of the door so that we had an inside entry hall. We used the bookcases for the books on psychic phenomena that we were beginning to collect and started some potted philodendron vines between the dowels. The minute the bookcase was in place, I felt more at ease. [...]

[...] The bookcases should stay as they are, Ruburt. [...]

[...] I suggest the bookcases as a permanent arrangement. [...]

The bookcase did represent a changed attitude on your part, for the better, and he also knew this.

[...] The bookcase there (just moved in) breaks up old conditions, and is good. [...]

[...] Now I got out of bed [in the dream], went into Rob’s room and found that another radio sat on the bookcase where the Seth material is kept, and that the voices were coming from this radio also. [...]

[...] The bookcase is a good addition, incidentally. [...]

[...] Actually, I made an extra copy of this session so that Jane could pin it up on her bookcase beside her work table, for easy reference.)

(Still quite amused, Jane pointed to a kind of barrier arrangement of bookcases that we had set up, to shield the table at which Jane writes from the rest of the room. [...]

(Again Jane laughed, and indicated the bookcase barrier.)

[...] I had just framed it, and it sat on the bookcase behind me now. [...]

[...] Then, with my eyes closed, I picked up the section from which the object had been taken, groped over to a floor-to-ceiling bookcase, and placed it on a high shelf where I would not see it.

[...] Both sides of the test item contained portions of advertisements that were tied in with election day, yet the words “Election Day” didn’t appear on the object itself at all—only on the whole newspaper page that had lain on a high shelf of Rob’s studio bookcase.

[...] Had some kind of projection on my part been involved, back to the studio bookcase? [...]

[...] When this session began I had the drawing propped up on the bookcase so Jane could see it easily as she paced back and forth.

[...] As we sat at the board preparatory to greeting Seth, Willy jumped up on it; from there he vaulted up on the bookcase, knocking the sketch to the floor. [...]

[...] Unfortunately it was crowded between a heater and bookcase, and wasn’t a spot we could put into easy use.

[...] The aspirins in the desk drawer and on the bookcase are another instance.

[...] I do recall that our bookcase, behind her, showed up well; its cream color was clear although the rest of the room was dark. [...]

[...] I would have preferred that Jane not be interrupted at this point, but Willy lost a toy in back of a bookcase. [...]

The bookcases should stay as they are, my dear Ruburt. [...]

[...] I suggest the bookcases as a permanent arrangement. [...]

This is the same person who on the other hand used to put up barriers of bookcases at one end of the living room to protect himself from any neighbors or miscellaneous callers; who objected when Mr. Gottlieb dared to cross into his private working area and glance at a paper. [...]