“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I seemed to have the ability to shift my focus so as to see more of the scene. I became aware that another figure was seated at a table just in front of the robed figure, with its head, also shadowed, turned toward the robed one. While Jane spoke and as I made my notes, I found time to do a little sketch in the margin. The sketch merely recorded the idea of what I had seen, and noted the composition, for I thought it would make a good painting. I saw all this in color: browns, reds and yellows.

(As Jane spoke in trance now I had a little experience of my own. This took place while she was speaking, and I continued writing without interruption. Quite naturally, it seemed, I now realized that I was seeing a robed figure standing in a doorway, just beyond Jane’s right shoulder as she faced me seated in her rocker. The figure was perhaps three feet tall, standing facing me but with the light coming from the doorway behind so that the face was in shadow.

Joseph is the man in the robe in the image that you have just seen.

[...] The pyramid for example could have been a robe, though no robe was present. [...]

[...] They included a projection through the eastern wall of our living room, and a “visitor” who returned with her; the Latin title of a book; her awareness of a third eye; some material, with diagrams, of me as a monk who wrote manuscripts in an underground chamber that he later sealed; a vision of Seth in a brown robe, looking as I’ve painted him—but the brown robe was “too easy,” Jane said suspiciously. [...]

[...] I used it constantly, often spilling some upon my robe.

[...] Then she remembered a stinking stall with dirty straw, and “three men wearing dirty brown robes, of pretty rough cloth.”

[...] She saw grease or wax from a candle, falling upon one of the robes and staining it. [...]

(Ruburt signifies a tall man walking along a path, in robes, and in hilly country. [...]

[...] While in this state, I had repeated visions of a man, an aged man in robes, standing before an ancient wall. [...]

(“Why, I was really beautiful then...I used to pee on our robes—I ripped them off us,” she said, “when we were alone. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) A note to Ruburt: he should keep a robe handy. [...]

[...] In the dream I saw myself as a rather corpulent older individual wearing robes as they do in the Middle East; at an elaborate feast I watched mice being burned alive in a special gadget, before we skinned and ate their corpses. [...]

[...] I always hesitate when we approach this subject, since your so-called spiritualists, while possessing some knowledge, usually cloak whatever knowledge they have in the gaudy robes of pseudo-occultism. They are fully as idiotic as Frank Watts in his Mason’s robes.

[...] In a fashion the material returns him, however, to a natural yet mystical inner knowledge of his childhood before (underlined) he cloaked it in the church’s robes, and it would be good for him to remember that and perhaps try to recapture some of those very early feelings that he has consciously forgotten. [...]

[...] In a manner of speaking, now, it would make little difference which man was finally given the kingly robes—for the greater reality of the dream was so encompassing that it would come to be, whether one or 10 or 20 men’s lives were historically joined together to form the Christ. [...]

[...] In came Miss Cunningham, wearing a nightgown and robe. [...]

[...] Miss C. was hardly the type to carry a small transistor radio in her robe pocket.

A shadow passes the door, of a woman I believe, in some outfit of floor length, a floor-length skirt or robe. (Pause, at 10:17.)

[...] I saw their dark skin—in color—against short robes. [...]

[...] He wears a green robe with a tassel on the belt ends. [...]

[...] He carried no staff, and had what was apparently a brownish long robe flapping about the calves of his legs. [...]

[...] But the picture of a white-robed spirit, with those connotations, is not one I have given him.

Not to work at an ordinary job, or at a clearly defined occupation, has always had a tint of European decadence to Americans—and that is to some extent the result of the early Protestants’ attitude toward the wealthy, robed gentlemen of the late medieval, Roman Catholic Church. [...]

[...] She had an impression of Midge in a robe, crawling on the floor near the oil stove in the living room. [...]