“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane said she hadn’t consciously connected the voices in the first dream with the olive-skinned males in the second dream. [...] He had, Jane said, exceptionally beautiful and smooth olive skin. [...] Jane doesn’t recall this young man’s features specifically, nor for that matter the features of any of the other males. [...]

(Remembering her success in clairvoyantly tuning in on Bill Gallagher as he made his business errands on the evening of October 8, Jane decided to try the same thing with John on Tuesday. The difference here was that John had no forewarning of Jane’s efforts, since she didn’t get the idea until after he left us Monday. [...]

(At 8 PM Tuesday, Jane wrote down 13 impressions, all dealing with John Bradley’s supposed activities. [...] Going over the list with us in the course of the evening, he confirmed 10 of Jane’s impressions as correct. [...]

(Jane and I have not met the husband or sister. Jane now took a long pause at 9:41.)

(Jane now recalled that just before she began speaking, she received the gently chiding thought—addressed to her from she knew not what source—that since “we” were going to so much trouble to get this material through to “you” [meaning Jane], that she shouldn’t be concerned about explaining it to others. That is, Jane shouldn’t worry about this. There was no disembodied internal voice speaking to Jane here; but a distinct thought, not angry or impatient, addressed to her in terms of “we” and “you.”

(Jane didn’t get the pyramid feeling in any strong way this evening, she said later. [...] When she began speaking the voice was high and distant, with little inflection, and as usual ended on a peculiar upbeat so that at times it was hard to detect the ending of a sentence, etc, Jane moved very little as she spoke; her glasses remained on. [...]

(A note: at times Jane’s head would shift or vibrate slightly from side to side. [...] I neglected to ask Jane if she was aware of this movement, but do not believe she is because she hasn’t mentioned it.)

(Jane thought this was another break, but it proved to be the end of the session. [...] With Seth, Jane said, it’s the opposite; Seth “comes in,” and there’s no doubt about it.

(Jane had recently had some more levitation dreams. The nameless personality said the group had assisted in these dreams, and that Jane had done better psychically, with them, than she had so far done physically. It also developed that Jane had begun to develop her psychic abilities as a child, as a means of protection and escape from a very unhappy family situation. I named some people, now dead, with whom Jane had been closely involved in her maturing years. [...]

(At this conference Jane, A.J. and three other science fiction writers formed a group they called “The Five.” [...] In her letter of November 12 Jane asked A.J. a few questions about The Five. A.J. replied on November 22, stating that before he could answer Jane’s questions he would like Seth’s answers to three questions: “When was the last time you grew up?”, “What do you love?”, and “When is the self born?”

[...] I believe the voice and the personality Jane used or displayed this evening was largely male. [...] Jane’s back was to the light source and I could not see her features clearly. [...] She used many ahs and ums and other such bridges, but I felt that these reflected the personality’s manner rather than Jane’s groping for the next word or phrase.

(Jane remembered parts of what had been said. [...] Nothing about this being Jane’s way of trying to establish contact with the group, for instance. Jane did not speak at all like Seth, either in manner or inflection. [...]

(I was puzzled as to why Seth, or Jane, was so definite about the envelope containing a license or some sort of similar document, when Jane revealed that at last break she had thought the envelopes did contain a license. We thought it most interesting that the data based on Jane’s conscious thoughts proved to be that in error. It will be remembered that Seth/Jane paused before delivering the last line of information concerning the envelopes. [...]

(I can say that when Seth/Jane paused before delivering this last line, I had the feeling that some kind of inner shift in control had taken place; that Seth rather than Jane was responsible for the last line of material. [...] And of course I knew as Jane delivered it that the material about a license was not correct.

(In the last session Seth had commented favorably on trying some tests with Jane and me. An hour or so before this evening’s session, without telling Jane beforehand, I made a black ink drawing of the symbol below on a small sheet of paper. [...]

[...] My idea was to hand the envelope to Jane just before she went into trance for the session. I wanted to see how much, if any, of the contents Jane or Seth could describe.

[...] To my surprise, when Jane checked the list with her own pendulum at about 8PM, before the session, she received definite answers that agreed with each item on my list. A qualification appeared only under the chocolate headings where Jane’s pendulum said she could use the dry malt mixes now in stores, as opposed to the regular old-time cocoa used in baking, hot chocolate, etc. I definitely did not expect such complete agreement on Jane’s part with my list.)

(It will be remembered that Seth has mentioned allergies re Jane and food on occasion in a mild way. I thought a detailed report of what foods Jane should avoid would help alleviate her symptoms, if there was any relationship. [...]

[...] Ordinarily these foods responsible for about 15 percent of any physical symptoms Jane may have, including sinus. [...] It is okay for Jane to take Rexall Plenamins [vitamins].)

[...] Summary of my pendulum question-and-answer session about Jane’s food allergies. [...]

[...] Diana, an RN, came in to see Jane’s hair, which she’d thought had been cut. Jane had forgotten to tell me, but someone from downstairs had wanted to cut Jane’s hair this morning, but then couldn’t because of a clash of schedules with Jane going to hydro. Jane had canceled the deal. [...]

(First is my dream of the night before, which I described to Jane in case she had a session and Seth wanted to comment. I dreamed in color that Jane and I had moved back to Sayre, Pennsylvania — my home town — to Mrs. Potter’s old apartment at 317 S. Elmer Avenue. [...] I walked around the large rooms, saying to Jane, “See, this place isn’t bad at all. [...] I liked the near-downtown setting, and so did Jane. [...]

(Third: At 6:10, as I began feeding Jane, the thought of Steve and Tracy Blumenthal crossed my mind quite definitely, without being terribly intrusive. [...] A woman we didn’t know knocked, then came in to tell us that Steve was on the line, and wanted to visit Jane this evening. Jane said okay — after 8:00 p.m. I told Jane I hadn’t even had time to tell her of my impression before the woman — who perhaps was a volunteer answering the phone — came to us. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...] Jane didn’t show much of a reaction, beyond saying “They’ll use it.”

(Re the energy coming from in back of me: Jane said some kind of projection may have been involved here. [...] Actually the wall didn’t exist, Jane said, merely this dot or spot of consciousness in back of me. Jane did not see me from the spot, nor herself. Yet from this spot behind me there was a part of Jane’s or Seth’s consciousness with energy coming out like a cone, again.

(Jane felt the concentration of energy was stronger when it was directed toward me from the rocker at the start of this episode. When Seth spoke of my hands, Jane saw my astral hands upraised—as I was really writing at the time, with the palms outward, toward her. [...] Jane said she saw my hands as she had seen her own arms straightened out yesterday. [...]

(Jane felt that part of her was in back of me, that it was some kind of projection, yet she also “saw” this spot from her seat in the rocker, with her eyes closed... At one time, very dimly, Jane felt something was behind her, also, directing energy toward her.

(Jane said she had trouble describing some of this data. [...] These notes may not be in exact order according to developments; they are put together from what Jane told me after the session. [...]

[...] And I must say that once again Jane and I have been surprised and touched. [...] In it she described how she’d been approached by a subscriber who wanted to start a fund to help Jane and me with medical expenses. The letter I’d had published recently in the November issue of Coordinate Point International, describing Jane’s challenges, had come to the attention of the reader in St. Paul, MN, who had called Maude with the idea of a fund. [...]

[...] Jane ate a good lunch. [...] The idea was new to Jane, of course, and I wanted to give her time to think about it. [...] Jane said she’d also dictate a letter eventually to the group. [...]

[...] A new nurse came in to do Jane’s vitals—temperature 98, etc. [...] Lorrie came in to apologize for forgetting to give Jane her medications last night. Eventually Jane had called, and someone else had done the deed.

(I did remember a vivid dream of last night, though, and described it to Jane. [...] Jane wasn’t in the dream. [...]

(Jane went to hydro this morning as usual. [...] When I got there at 1:10 this noon a new nurse—a “floater”—was hooking Jane up to her antibiotic, Kefzol. [...] She also had a friend—a Ms. Coleman—who had visited Jane from New York City 10 years ago.)

(2. What does Jane’ sinful self think of the proceedings these days—of Jane’s new resolve and decisions toward healing? [...]

(I was greatly pleased that Seth answered one of my two questions, by saying that Jane did not have arthritis. [...] I can already see how her healing is going to influence future books, or notes I may write—for I’ll have to explain how the diagnosis of arthritis came about in the medical profession, how erroneous it was, and why we went along with it for so long, while all the time knowing, or at least feeling, that it wasn’t so, that there was more involved than Jane having “an incurable disease.” [...]

(As with Jane’s right elbow, after the foot moved I thought the skin coloration around the ankle and instep looked better, more normal, like skin. [...] When I stroked her feet today Jane said it had felt “like pins and needles.” [...]

[...] I was able to turn Jane on her back easily this afternoon. [...] At 3:10 Jane read the part of the session I had typed. [...]

(And Jane was right. [...] Jane was hot and sweaty. [...]

[...] Then Jane actually lifted the whole foot clear of the bed as it kept flexing. [...] When she rested, Jane said the foot “levitated.”

[...] “I keep watching the clock,” Jane said. [...] Jane talked about having become afraid of her natural agility, of exceeding her physical capacity. [...]

Jane’s parents divorced when she was 3, and she and her angry, bedridden mother lived on welfare. Jane also spent a year in an orphanage when her mother was hospitalized.

The same year I painted my self-portrait, I painted Jane as I saw her in my dream of March 10, 1987. [...] I knew that in the dream Jane was reassuring me that she still lived.

[...] At break Linda brought in Jane’s aspirin and Darvoset; my wife has still been uncomfortable while lying on her back. [...]

When my father, Robert Sr., photographed Jane and me on our wedding day, December 27, 1954, and then in 1957, did any of us know that his work would be published almost half a century later?

[...] It was as though Jane, Rob, and I were traveling at a certain familiar speed while we were talking, although this has nothing to do with motion. When Seth came ‘around’ just before the session, it seemed that something within Jane began to crank up, to whirl or accelerate faster and faster until a certain incredibly other speed was reached — a part of Jane’s consciousness that is called Seth.

(“Even while I told Jane about this during break, I could feel this acceleration begin again, as Jane’s consciousness prepared to continue the communication. It was almost an inside-out process of going into trance, and as I watched Seth a few minutes later it seemed that Jane’s consciousness was rushing past her open eyes, beyond my comprehension of what speed is. [...]

[...] Talking and laughing, Jane and Sue waited for me to join them in the living room with my notebook. Jane’s delivery was quite brisk, with an occasional short pause.)

[...] Jane took off her glasses, as she always does. [...] The Seth Two experience would be an even greater acceleration of this speed, reached at the point of the pyramid effect Jane describes.

(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.

(Now here is the data referring to the death of Jane’s grandmother: “Printed material with a picture. [...] Jane was six years old when her grandmother was killed by an automobile while going to a neighborhood store to buy Shredded Wheat. The connection here is a strong emotional one for Jane. Jane remembers clearly that on the day of her grandmother’s death she did not like what she had for supper. [...] To placate her, her grandmother gave in to Jane’s demands for Shredded Wheat, and left the house.

[...] Jane has met her just three times during the eleven years we have been married. [...] 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. [...] 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.

[...] The object was a faded maple leaf that Jane and I had picked up, along with others, on a walk last year, probably in October 1965. [...] As will be seen the object led to some data that is somewhat difficult to evaluate, but Jane and I believe it legitimate.

[...] Jane was doing well. [...] Georgia made Jane a beautiful wool small-size covering or blanket. Peg and Bill Gallagher visited Jane at 11:00 last night, sneaking in through the emergency exit, Jane said, and left presents, including wine, for us. I didn’t expect presents from anybody, and so hadn’t planned to get anything for others beside Jane. Jane and I exchanged our own gifts—candy for her, designer jeans—black and gray—for me [to my great surprise].

(Margaret Bumbalo gave Jane a colored-glass butterfly of yellow and blue-stained glass, opened flat for a wall decoration, and fastened by a suction cup. [...] “I’d have never thought of buying something like that for a gift,” I told Jane. [...]

[...] Several of the staff gave Jane little gifts. [...] Later in the afternoon Jane and I had small portions of the ice-cream cake I’d bought for the staff; very rich. [...]

[...] It was almost time to turn Jane on her side, but first I read the session to her. [...] Jane had eaten so much through the afternoon that she wasn’t really hungry. [...]

[...] Mary, the head nurse, came into empty Jane’s Foley. She got Jane some ginger ale on ice and asked Jane to try to drink more. [...] Jane had her vitals taken—temperature, 99.1—a little high, she said—from 4:10 to 4:15. [...] But Jane wanted to have a session. [...]

[...] We had a very pleasant time, and Betts brought a jar of jam and some salad for Jane. We talked about Jane’s illness, our insurance challenges, money in general and the medical profession in particular. [...]

(Jane went to hydro this morning. [...] Jane’s lunch was interrupted. [...]

(Debbie helped me lift Jane up higher on her bed before leaving. Jane didn’t eat too well, and had stale cornflakes instead of the mushroom quiche. [...]

[...] Jane made her gesture, as described on page 242. [...] At the time of the above data Jane held the envelope horizontally. There can be a literal interpretation: The drawing of the milkweed on page one of the object is V-shaped in the abstract sense—wide at one end, narrowing to a point, as did Jane’s gesture. [...]

[...] He said Jane would not like the sleepwalking idea, which Jane confirmed later. He also told Marilyn Wilbur that he saw her, through Jane’s eyes, as an individual—a question Marilyn had raised earlier in the evening. [...]

(Seth returned once more at 11:54, this time again in answer to our speculations concerning the second cat and Jane’s sleepwalking episode. Here is the rest of the story involving the second cat: After I left for work and Jane had taken the cat into the house, she discovered to her sorrow that the cat had somehow gotten its lower jaw caught in a new collar we had put on it the day before, and that evidently the cat’s lower jaw had been forced open in this strained position for some hours. Jane had to use scissors to cut the collar off. [...]

(The 61st envelope object is an announcement Jane and I received in the mail a few days ago. This contrasts with the object in the last session, which Jane had never seen and did not know existed. [...]

(“The only other thing I can think of is the thyroid, that it’s still below par,” Jane said. [...] Mr. Wrigley, the physician’s assistant who had called a couple of weeks ago, also visited today to check upon Jane’s decubiti [which are doing well, by the way], so he was here when Peggy arrived. [...] Mr. Wrigley said that the ulcer on Jane’s coccyx was filling in with “grainy” flesh, which means it’s on the mend also, if slowly. But the entire afternoon had been an active, tiring one for Jane. [...]

(Today Jane’s nurse, Peggy Jowett, put her through a regimen of moving, washing, and changing dressings—a busy two hours that was all Jane could handle, we agreed. [...] I didn’t really think so while granting the possibility, for Jane also dozed in the mornings and on weekends when no nurses were present, and I changed her dressings on weekends within 20 minutes, so there was little strain involved there.

(I’d also run errands to the post office, supermarket and drugstore while Peggy assisted Jane, and by the time I got back Peggy had managed to get Jane from the bed back into her chair—but it hadn’t been easy, Jane said later, and she hadn’t been able to describe to Peggy just how I did it myself with little effort. [...]

(At my request Mr. Wrigley is going to ask Jane’s doctor, Marsha Kardon, if the blood test she’s due for May 3 can’t be run here at the house instead. This would save a trip to St. Joseph’s Hospital next Monday, and perhaps speed things up a bit, for I felt that Jane could now use a boost in thyroid activity through a stronger dose of supplement, Synthroid. [...] He said Dr. Kardon herself could take the blood from Jane; and she has promised to visit us here.

[...] Spasms interfered with Jane’s reading to some extent. When Lynne came in to take her blood pressure, Jane showed her what new things she could do with her hands. [...] Cathy took Jane’s temperature and pulse. [...]

(After turning Jane and massaging her with Oil of Olay, I took my usual nap. [...] Jane was eating supper when Peg and Bill Gallagher visited between 6:05 and 6:16 or so. Bill noticed that Jane had put on some weight. [...]

(Jane wanted to be turned on her back right away. I told her that Orlene Gladston had called me from California this morning, to wish us a Merry Christmas and ask about Jane’s condition, and that my brother Loren, who at 63 is a year younger than I am, had called yesterday for the same reason. [...]

[...] After a cigarette, and my doing some mail, Jane started reading yesterday’s long session, which I’d finished typing at about 10:30 last night. [...] Jane uttered cries of approval. [...]

[...] Carla had said last night when she called that Jane was still doing the motions she’d begun yesterday. Now Jane told me a friend had visited earlier. When the motions had started up, Jane had asked her to leave, since she hadn’t wanted to do the motions in front of someone else.

[...] His father, Joe, had died at 2:00 p.m. John had just left the house, as Jane and I had left the rest home just before my mother died in November, 1973. Jane spoke to John, thanking him for looking after me. [...] Jane began to hum a song we both knew but couldn’t place — perhaps an aria from an Italian or Spanish opera. [...]

It may also be a good idea to read some portions of our late material over, substituting the name Jane rather than Ruburt. He is Jane to himself and to the universe and to you, and to his friends and his readers.

(Georgia said she’d order me a cold ham plate, and Jane and I made arrangements that I’d get there at noon — earlier wasn’t necessary, she said. Jane wasn’t going to hydro this morning, and Georgia was starting to bathe her in bed.

(It seems to be the rule now that Jane has some visual data, whether faint or stronger, during the envelope experiments. [...] The point is, Jane explained, that such data often needs interpretation. Seth gives her the information visually; it is then up to a part of Jane to correctly interpret this. Jane believes that in the early experiments her failure to appreciate this, to interpret correctly, led to many errors in the material; that actually, through Seth, she had received the correct data to begin with, but needed the practice in fine discrimination to even be aware that the problem existed. [...]

(I became absorbed in the task, and had just obtained the answer when Jane called me from the front room at 8:55. [...] Nor did Jane know I was using the pendulum. When I took my seat at our table in the living room just before 9 PM Jane told me she had felt surprisingly nervous at my absence so close to the session; hence her calling to me. [...]

[...] Jane and I drove downtown Friday. Jane had a couple of hours work to finish at the art gallery where she then worked. [...] I would pick up Jane and we would be free.

[...] I made my feelings known, then left for the gallery to tell Jane. This was at a time when Seth was beginning to fill us in on the power of expectation; Jane insisted that the car would be ready when we went back for it. We ate in a diner, and Jane concentrated on the car being ready. [...]