“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The name, Jerry. A room, perhaps a living room, with a stove. Perhaps a potbellied one in it, and lace curtains. The boy liked peanut butter, perhaps eating it from a spoon on occasion.

(Jane said she well remembers the potbellied stove in the living room of her own house as a child, and she thought this fact might have been an association that at least helped bring about the above data.

[...] However, you were lucky enough to escape and spend your finer years as a contented potbellied old gentleman near Oslo. [...]

[...] You are open-minded, and I speak of both of you; not fools, and not ready to cast me in the guise of potbellied Cupid, Buddha, god, saint or devil. [...]

[...] Lest this suggest images of graspy potbellied souls, gluttonously grabbing the stuff of the universe for themselves out of the mouths of the less ambitious, let me hasten to inform you that such is not the case.

—potbellied Buddha image, nor indeed any manifestation of your conception of a ghostly spirit that drifts in out of the night. [...]