“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane and I had driven through the hilly, very lush countryside around Elmira this afternoon; the sunny day had been just about perfect. Our living room was very warm, though, as we sat for the session at 9:25. All of the windows were open. We could hear the very evocative popping of firecrackers a block or so away in the night.

(“I’d better get back to the session; but I’m up to something,” she continued, pleased. She sat upright in her rocker, listening, making connections. “I’m getting that thrilling sound through my stomach as I hear the cars turn the corner. And those firecrackers sound like ‘wrinkles’ in the air, going out in all directions…. Oh, that traffic’s fascinating — it does things to my head and ears, inside. And when I poured my beer now, just for a second I got that feeling of being giant-sized myself.

(“Oh, of course!” she exclaimed. “If something dies in your head, a cell maybe, something also dies in the outside world: an insect, a person. There’s an instant correlation that I can’t explain. New births are the same way. The sounds of the firecrackers are the same sounds that events inside the body make. That’s why Seth is right: An outside event is an inside one. But I’ve got to get back to the session….

(She flopped back in her rocker, her eyes closed. As if on signal a brisk wind swept the window curtains in; papers rustled and shifted in the room; the small explosions of the firecrackers became suddenly louder. The living room cooled off nicely — and Jane finally did bring Seth down to manageable size. She took off her glasses.)

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