“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The evening had been very pleasant. Dr. Guy knows a number of people who are prominent in parapsychology. Both Dr. Guy and Dr. Camper have a strong interest in magic. Seth came through several times, delivering beautifully organized little dissertations to Dr. Guy on how he might relax enough to allow the psychic signs that he’s so interested in to come through. Strangely enough, Dr. Guy didn’t bring a tape recorder with him. We didn’t use one either, and so for the first time in a long while Seth’s material disappeared as rapidly as it was given—an odd experience for us. Seth also discussed with Dr. Guy the practice of, and the motivations behind, the art of magic. And in return for Seth speaking, Dr. Guy staged his own little magic show for Jane and me—to our amazement and intense interest—as the three of us sat around the living-room table.

(Last Saturday evening we were visited by Dr. LeRoy Guy [I’ll call him], a professor of psychology at a well-known nearby university. He’d written Jane on November 16. When Jane called Dr. Guy in return, he told her that he’d contacted her at the behest of a Dr. Camper [another pseudonym].¹ Dr. Camper, a professor of sociology at a midwestern university, had asked Dr. Guy to ask Jane to be tested for her psychic ability. [The two scientists haven’t met personally, by the way.]

As Jane commented afterward, LeRoy Guy said not a single word to us about his reaction to Seth, although I’d watched him pay the same rapt attention to that personality as had many others. “I suppose he’ll write to Camper now,” Jane said. We hadn’t asked Dr. Guy what he intended to do. For that matter, we hadn’t even asked him exactly what Dr. Camper wanted him to find out about Jane and Seth—or even me. Dr. Guy left us a book written by a scientist about a famous medium, and I’ll be mailing it back to him as soon as we’ve read it.)

[...] would have this guy’s name in it. [...] The particular volume or edition of the encyclopedia came out in the fall, and at the time this guy was working there was some kind of mathematical dispute going on, and a schedule set for some kind of conference to be held at the university for mathematicians from all around. [...]

According to this guy, this bunch overrode, through their ignorance and stupidity, the true nature of the constants involved. This guy’s name was removed from the following two editions of the encyclopedia as a result... [...]

Eight men sat in judgment on this guy I was talking for earlier, and he got kicked out. [...]

(“Or the other guy is travelling in twos, like say two cycles... [...]

[...] Two other guys. [...]

[...] Maybe it’s the other guy’s.”

([Joel:] “When we were coming in there was one guy who wasn’t alive when we got there.”

([Jane:] “She also took the first shot at you guys, but that didn’t mean much because you were going to kill them anyway.”

[...] A connection between this guy’s father and yours [to Bill]—because I know your father’s dead. Either that, or there’s a real connection between this guy and his father.”

[...] A guy who’s a jokester. [...]

[...] It will be used “by just a bunch of guys” to study various phases of psychic activity. These “guys” then will be doctors, parapsychologists, psychiatrists, and members of other scientific disciplines.

[...] Our hypothetical director will know which actors are free, which actors prefer character roles, which ones are heroes or heroines, and which smiling Don Juan always gets the girl — and in general who plays the good guys and the bad guys.

[...] “For all I know,” I told Jane, “the other guy could have been me.” [...]

[...] Well, according to him that old guy has lived and died many times. [...]

(After the session began, she said, laughing, that she had the image of “a bunch of spooky-looking guys, looking through windows and windows and windows.” [...]

[...] “There’s something very wrong with that guy’s thinking,” I told Jane. [...]

[...] The idea of the trouble you gave yourself with the rib was connected with the guys coming to work here, to give you an excuse to do your thing and be isolated so they wouldn’t ask you to help, or strain yourself physically because you were already hurt. [...]

[...] Her feelings about it are both ambiguous and funny: “You’ve got to watch those guys,” she said more than once, meaning the creationists, “or they’ll lead you right where they want you to go. [...]

[...] He has some financial sustenance, then, some freedom, as he understands it, and he is the hero, the good guy who is, however, seemingly at the mercy of his enemies.

[...] I’ve seen it as Buddy would come from here to the other guy. [...]

([Joel:] “In one of the stories that Jane wrote, the guy went down to the beach with the wind chimes and (words lost) tree and he selected atoms and that somehow absorbed them through himself into another system until there wasn’t any physical world that we know of left at all, and then as I recall at the end he popped through his whole universe and isn’t that somewhat the same kind of thing? [...]

([Theodore:] “I wrote a guy two days ago to go to hell.”)

(“I’m on my way to the other guy,” she said. [...]

[...] She told me that as she gave the above data, concerning the individual of whom I will do reincarnational portraits, that she could “almost see this guy.” [...]

(Pause.) Viruses appear to be “the bad guys,” and as a rule you think of them separately, as for example the smallpox virus. [...]