“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Regarding “Vases”, interpreted on page 23. Our interpretation may be a good one, but Barbara pointed out a better one. On the visit to Story Book Land with the two children, Barbara also visited the display for Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. [The postcard used as object for the session showed Mother Goose.] The Ali Baba display was quite impressive, Barbara said; so much so that she took a picture of Gary, her sister’s young son, in one of the large jars or vases belonging to Ali Baba.

(Barbara had not told us about this. We did not know about the Ali Baba display at Story Book Land, and had no thought of linking up the “Vases” data with this. We have not seen the photo Barbara took of Gary in the giant vase or jar.)

[...] There are moments when I wish I could jar you both enough so that you could perceive clearly the intimate, immediate and also far-reaching effect of your beliefs upon your lives. [...]

[...] And yes, I too wish Seth could jar us....)

[...] A woman in connection with your wife, an aunt or female relative, who will or has recently come up with an idea that is jarring or will be jarring to you. [...]

Another symbol you may find may be a jar or container. If it is filled the desired information or event may be close to you in time, getting more distant as the jar is less filled, you see.

[...] Getting up and down from the floor, as I knew it would, reawakened muscular memory, you see, and this in turn knocked at the door of his consciousness, jarring him into new recognitions. [...]

Now: someone might fall down and badly jar the head or neck area, in which case you have an observable bruise, or wound or whatever. [...]

[...] We had a very pleasant time, and Betts brought a jar of jam and some salad for Jane. [...]

[...] He’d sent some home-canned jars of fruits and vegetables at Christmas time; for the past year he’d also written a string of long letters signed “me,” meaning I couldn’t answer him to say thanks for the stuff. [...]

[...] So unknowingly, now, portions of your consciousness mix and merge with those of other species without jarring your own sense of individuality one whit — yet forming other psychological realities upon which you do not concentrate.

(I am very, very impatient with clumsy people who can’t open jars or push cars or hammer nails. I always end up opening jars, etc… And, of course, there is no doubt in my mind that I can do it. [...]

[...] As I strode along, my right heel slipped off the edge of a step, and I landed flatfooted on the next step with a jar. [...]

A connection with mucilage, perhaps there is a jar of it close to him, or he has been working on something requiring glue. [...]

[...] Imagine and visualize the energy all around the corner of the house and sky, rushing toward him; then am surprised when mentally the top of his head comes neatly off, like a lid from a jar. [...]

Those experiences may at times be quite jarring, tragic, frightening, but they will happen within a framework provided by the accepted suggestions of the society. [...]

[...] These were filled with boxes of various sizes, and jars of things like lotions and shoe polish. [...]

[...] It surrounded our bedroom—but even as bleary as I often was, I became acutely aware of how that serenity could be jarringly compromised by the television set, showing programs that contained their own times of day and seasons.