“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

cat........................dog

tree.......................cat

dog.......................cat

Willy.................cat

We tried the Ouija board one night,
My husband Rob and I.
The cat sat on the bright blue rug.
Hot coffee bubbled on the stove.

“This thing will never work,” I said.
“We must be out of our minds,”
But we weren’t, at least not yet.
The cat smiled but didn’t say anything.

[...]
The cat strolled about in the warm lamplight.
“The coffee must be done,” I cried.

Then my visitor sat with my husband,
And smiled out through my eyes at the cat.
With me out of the way, he seemed quite at home.
“Good evening. [...]

I suggest you take a cat break. [...]

[...] Our cat Willy had been kicking up a fuss, so at 9:56 I got up to put him in a back room. [...]

(Both cats were in for the night. [...]

(At 9:07 I put the cats in a back room and closed the door, while Jane waited still in trance, her eyes closed.)

(Our cat, Willy Two — or Billy — had been sleeping beside me on the couch. [...] Seth spoke as I carried the cat to the cellar door.)

He has worked with human beings and cats. [...]

(“Why has our cat Willy been sick so often lately?”)

(We were relieved to learn our cat’s trouble was not serious. [...]

[...] Our 16-year-old cat, Willy, had first shown signs of illness last summer. The veterinarian told us that the cat’s heart was failing. [...]

[...] Now, her already acute hearing began to magnify sounds — the rustle of cellophane as she opened a pack of cigarettes, the quality of my voice as I talked to our cat, Willy, the noise of my handling the newspaper. [...]

[...] Willy, our cat, jumped up into her lap. [...]

(During break we heard an elderly downstairs tenant, Margaret, call her cat, Susy. [...]

(While we had a quick snack I asked her if she thought the recent strange behavior of our cat, Willy, could stem from his reactions to our own psychic states. [...] Our other cat, Rooney, had always seemed to be immune to us in such matters, and even now was conducting himself in his usual leisurely fashion.

These impressions will apply to our friends, the Jesuit and the cat lover.

[...] Look at it this way: An animal, not necessarily just a wild one in some native forest, but an ordinary dog or cat, reacts in a certain fashion. [...] A cat does not anticipate danger from a penned dog four blocks away, however, nor bother wondering what would happen if that dog were to escape and find the cat’s cozy yard.

Good evening to our cat lover.

To save our friend the cat lover from undue torment and inner terror, I suggest you put the frightening monster safely behind a closed door.

[...] Does he not look perfectly normal to our cat lover?

[...] I only know that the following were involved: a childhood nursery tale or/and a childhood toy like the cuddly cat doll I had as a child named Suzie that I thought the world of. [...]

(11:35 P.M. The session was interrupted because Rooney, one of our two cats, wanted to go out for the night. [...] After I let the cat out she waited briefly, then decided to call it an evening before Seth could return. [...]

(With emphasis:) In a matter of speaking (underlined), the birds and the insects are indeed living portions of the earth flying, even as, again in a matter of speaking (in parentheses) (with a smile and again with an emphasis upon the word “matter”), bears and wolves and cows and cats represent the earth turning itself into creatures that live upon its own surface. [...]

Of course I welcome our Jesuit and our cat lover, as always. [...]

(A reminder, that Seth’s favorite term for Bill is the Jesuit; for Peggy, the cat lover.)

Our silent cat lover...

You thought you hit something in the road, a stone perhaps, and Ruburt was insistent that he had seen a cat, and that the car had struck it. He wondered what had happened to the cat, and you went back together to see.

There was no cat. [...]

[...] Even as I took notes I couldn’t help noticing how amazingly quick the cats’ reflexes were—how joyously they operated within their chosen physical realities.)

[...] As we talked I heard Billy helping himself to some dry cat food in the kitchen, on the other side of the room divider. [...]

[...] It was brought on because our cat Willy, decided to jump up in Jane’s lap as she spoke in trance. [...] Jane now found this somewhat distracting, and gestured to me to remove the cat. [...]

[...] Our cat Willy moved about the dark apartment in a normal manner, apparently not sensing anything strange to him. [...]