“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

1. Picture a stack of cards comparable in size, let us say, to playing cards and stacked two or three feet high.

3. Suppose now that one card in the stack represents a living, intelligent, two-dimensional being at some moment in time. Because “he” is two-dimensional “he” sees dimensions in his plane, as we three-dimensional beings can see in our three dimensions. He cannot see up or down, as we cannot see (or even imagine) our fourth dimension. He would, however, be able to see other beings at his same level in nearby stacks.

6. If this two-dimensional being, through psychic ability were able to project himself into other levels of his existence (the stack) he could see his “future” and that of other beings in nearby stacks. He would, indeed, be a prophet.

([Arnold:] “If we were two-dimensional and were one of a stack of cards placed in the middle of the deck, we would not be aware of those above and below, but if we could pull ourselves out of the stack we would be able to see that which was above and below?”)

[...] In your terms, and simply as an image, the further up you can go that not only was there one stack of cards, but many other stacks about it. [...]

Indeed, other portions of your own identity, and as you come even higher you would see that there were other stacks far above the stacks that you originally saw. [...]

[...] The two volumes are to be published at the same time in 2001 by Rick Stack, the proprietor of New Awareness Network, Inc. [...]

[...] As soon as Rick Stack finishes publishing The Early Sessions (probably with Volume 9, it seems at this time), we plan to launch the Personal Sessions series. [...]

[...] Rick Stack was one of her students, with friends often making the weekly 400-mile-plus round trip from New York City to our apartment in upstate Elmira, NY. [...]

I’m tremendously pleased that Rick Stack, the proprietor of New Awareness Network Inc., is publishing the eight-to-ten-volume set of The Early Sessions. [...]

[...] And oh, yes: Rick Stack and his wife, Anne Marie O’Farrell, who’s my literary agent. [...]

[...] Long before a child learns to place one playblock on top of another, it has already learned to mentally stack one thought upon another, so to speak.

(9:15.) It learns that in a fashion sounds are “stacked” inside the mind before, say, words are spoken. [...]

[...] They are meant to be creatively stacked, not just to be combined for example in conventional terms, but the abilities naturally are psychically merged. [...]

[...] She’s married to Rick Stack, a writer, publisher, and lecturer involving things psychic; he too was a member of ESP class. [...]

For some time now Rick Stack and I have discussed a most intriguing project: the private printing, by Rick, of the complete transcripts of those first 510 sessions that Jane held before the publication of The Seth Material in 1970. [...]

Also something about a stack of books with pictures or representations, old ones (pause), kept in the cellar, initialed; and something about not a scrap of evidence. [...]

(This evening, while this session was being held, Callista was in the cellar of her home, reading or looking through books she took from a stack of same. [...]

(“Shapes that are stacked. [...] Jungle Gyms in playgrounds, made of tubular metal formed into various sizes of cube and square, give the impression of being stacked cube on cube. [...]

Shapes that are stacked. [...]

[...] You can learn from them, as once you piled alphabet blocks together in a stack at school. [...]

[...] Then on the staircase, in a pile of neatly-stacked clothing I discover a lovely dark green jacket with fur collar and zipper that is mine, and I remember now that I put it away last year for the season and forgot it until now. [...]

(Then Rick Stack—in April 1973.)

[...] I could leave a stack of them on her bed. [...]

[...] There was no evidence of them—no stacks of paper, no contract. [...]

[...] “Oh, he’s got them stacked up to here,” and Jane patted the top of her head.

(To Joel) Now what questions do you have stacked up in fine parcels for me? [...]

[...] The nicest thing that could happen would be that you suddenly blew your stack and kicked him. [...]

[...] I’ve raked leaves, stacked wood in the garage, installed storm windows, and made sure our hill house is otherwise all set for cold weather.

[...] He’s given us those books and manuscripts” —I pointed to them, stacked up on the picnic table—“and he wants my wife to read them. [...]

I think of five nickels, perhaps in his pocket or on the bureau in a small stack.

[...] Jane has stacks of journals, poetry notebooks, manuscripts, and loose notes of all kinds, but neither of us could dig out what we wanted. [...]