“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Aunt Mabel and I seldom see each other. Jane has met her just three times during the eleven years we have been married. The third time was at the funeral of my Aunt Ella on August 8,1965, in Wellsburg, NY. Thus the most recent time that Jane had a chance to speak at length to Aunt Mabel involved the funeral of a member of the Butts family. In addition Seth dealt at length with Aunt Ella in the 176th session of August 9,1965, the day after her funeral. Note that the object was secured two months after Aunt Ella’s funeral. We have noticed this curious time jump before in the envelope experiments, backwards as it were. Jane possessed strong emotional memories regarding the funeral, and clairvoyant knowledge of the envelope object in some form; evidently Seth responded to, or deliberately chose, what he perceived as the stronger intensities pertaining to Aunt Ella’s funeral over the object itself.

(It appears that Jane has formed an association that links Aunt Mabel with funerals, as seen above. If this seems tenuous, we think the idea reinforced by the fact that Jane and me and Aunt Mabel also attended another funeral together—that of Aunt Mabel’s husband, who died several years ago. This was the first time Jane met Aunt Mabel. Thus Aunt Mabel was involved with funerals and related activities on two out of the three occasions that Jane has spoken with her; these two occasions being the times when Jane could exchange more than greetings with her, also. Jane and I do not think tonight’s envelope data contains any references to the death of Aunt Mabel’s husband.

(Aunt Ella was buried in Wellsburg, NY, a small town near Elmira. Jane and I do not consciously remember the name of the funeral director, and at the time of the services did not see any children about. Ann Diebler, whom I work with, lives in Wellsburg; she has witnessed a few unscheduled sessions. The day after this session was held she confirmed that the funeral director has two young adopted daughters, one 10 years old, the other 12. They are in fact sisters. Jane and I cannot say whether or not we ever heard, or knew, that the funeral director had daughters, adopted or otherwise. We saw him just the once.)

(I told her about Joe Bumbalo’s obituary notice that I’d found in yesterday’s paper, and that after I left 330 tonight I’d stop at the funeral home to see Joe and the family. Also, that I’d be going to the funeral tomorrow morning.

(But I soon discovered at the funeral home that it mattered not; people wore anything. [...] I told John I expected to attend the service tomorrow at the funeral home, that I was willing to be an honorary pallbearer, providing the times worked out. [...]

[...] I left at 7:15 and drove to the funeral home. [...]

(I found the whole funeral experience quite interesting, though I understood little of what was going on. A priest gave a short talk at the funeral home, leading it off, maybe for shock value, by telling us that sooner or later every one of us would experience the same thing Joe Bumbalo had. [...]

(This morning I was dressed to go to Joe Bumbalo’s funeral by 9:15. [...]

(At the funeral home a friend had told me he didn’t know how Jane and I stood it after all this time. [...]

(In the second part of the dream, I was confronting the youngish director of a funeral parlor—this after I’d made my exciting breakthrough into complete mastery and control, yet freedom, as an artist. The dark-haired young man was trying to talk me into displaying some of my smaller paintings in the room in his funeral home where guests were seated for viewings, etc. [...] I wanted the paintings to be priced so people might buy them, but he said that wouldn’t be proper in a funeral home. [...]

[...] The funeral parlor did indeed represent the death of old beliefs (as I’d speculated), but it also represented the negative arena that sometimes exists, it seems, in the world at large, as it impinges upon your own life and beliefs. [...]

[...] At 9:33, Jane got an impression—twice, quickly—of a death and funeral flowers, she said. [...]

[...] He wondered at first why Elizabeth did not perceive him, and he remained unconscious of his own funeral. [...]

[...] Margaret asked me if I’d be an honorary pallbearer at Joe’s funeral, and I said sure. [...]

Now I have the feeling of a funeral, though this may be symbolic. [...] This could explain the funeral impression. [...]

(On Sunday afternoon, August 8, Jane and I attended the funeral of my Aunt Ella Buck in Wellsburg, NY, a nearby small town. [...]

[...] At the funeral Sunday we heard that Alice, at 80-odd years, was still alive, traveling about the country at the moment in connection with the sale of some property.)

[...] This would be the connection with “service” and “Flowers,” meaning funeral.

[...] The service was a funeral service, hence the connection with flowers, which also reinforced the fifth month.

The funeral (of my mother on November 19, 1973), family considerations, thoughts of buying a house, brought up difficulties. [...]

[...] He saw this woman, who is stocky and in her fifties or early sixties, at his mother’s funeral, for the first time in many years, and now remembered that L.B. had been a close friend of his mother’s when he [John] was a child.

[...] The body itself may be viewed, for example, and many funerals have a guest of honor amidst the company — and no one gazes into the face of the corpse with as much curiosity and wonder.

[...] The funeral was on Monday, February 8 in Tunkhannock, PA. [...]

(Jane described her feelings and experiences at her father-in-law’s funeral. [...]

[...] We haven’t been to a church in years, except to attend weddings or funerals. [...]

[...] (Trip to Vermont ten years ago, to funeral of good friend of Billie’s—very emotional on Billie’s part.

[...] Besides telling Jane about the sweater, Jane’s mother wrote in the May 10 letter of the death of a family friend, Father Ryan, and enclosed a news clipping account of the funeral, which was to be held shortly. [...]

It was the religious connection at your father’s funeral that upset him. [...]

[...] Her mother died in 1972, at the same age; Jane, who hadn’t seen Marie for a number of years, did not attend the funeral. [...]