“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Dream # 3; December 8,1965: Again in color. A long involved dream; believe part of the beginning of it escaped me as I woke up. The dream had to do with the fact that for some reason I was to be executed, by painless injection. I do not know why. At least part of the time I was in a brick-walled room partially underground. I think my father was to give me the needle.

On this level therefore, the three most important of these dreams are related: the two regarding your brother, and the dream that had to do with execution by needle, a painless one, to be carried out by your father.

In the third dream you face a painless execution which is to be carried out by your father, who will give you the needle. You see Ruburt, who is on a swing, and you are concerned and sad. Later you find yourself unhurt. You wander about, see Ruburt once more, and again you are concerned for him.

[...] For to needle you would be cruel and I am not cruel. But I needle you in a righteous cause, and each of you knows it well. [...]

[...] She agreed: “They’ll stick a needle in it.” [...]

[...] She said it hurt too much—not that it was worse, but that the “pins and needles” that resulted from my touch were too uncomfortable. [...]

Such a person might imagine his or her anger or fury filling up the inside of a gigantic balloon that is then pricked by a needle, exploding in pieces from the pressure within, with debris falling everywhere — out over the ocean, or caught up by the wind, but in any case dispersed in whatever way seems agreeable to the patient.

[...] When I stroked her feet today Jane said it had felt “like pins and needles.” [...]

[...] Jane couldn’t stand for me to rub her left leg after I turned her, because of the strong “pins and needles” feelings the massaging generates in the leg. [...]

[...] The spontaneous self then becomes defiant, and at times purposely needles the portion of the personality it believes would hold it back.

[...] He enjoys needling them, while at the same time traveling in their circle.

[...] Jane felt strong sensations in them like pins and needles, she said. [...]

I will never endeavor to put any pressure upon you, through needling you to following my suggestions, and I understand very well, believe it or not, the so-called practical aspects of the world in which you live. [...]

[...] The colors were very vivid, the detail needle sharp. [...]

[...] As I started drifting toward sleep I became aware that I was looking at my own head; the image lasted for several seconds and was quite clear, without being needle-sharp. [...]

(These people I saw with adequate distinction, yet not with the needle-sharp, vivid vision I have experienced on some occasions, as for instance the man’s head of Sunday, 6/7. I did not recognize either one of them.

(Since Seth was obviously having such a good time needling me, I very nearly yielded to temptation and told him to pull out all the stops as far as voice effects went. [...]