“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I got there at 1:10 after leaving the car at Acuto’s Pontiac to get the gearshift fixed. Jane was doing well on her side, and as I turned her. She’d had a large HVI last night, a smaller one this morning. After lunch she told me that Toni, whom I’d mentioned last session, had discovered a “bladder stone” in her Foley when she emptied it in the middle of the night. Fred Kardon must have seen the stone, Jane said, since the word was relayed through him that that’s what it was—a bladder stone. Jane didn’t see Fred.

(Jane ate an excellent lunch again, and Peg Gallagher visited before she was through. After Peg left Jane and I agreed that we’d ask Seth to comment on her broken right leg, and the stone. At least, I said, she’d passed the stone and hadn’t even known it.

There is nothing to worry about in connection with the bladder stone.

(4:22. Right after the session Jane initiated more leg motions. The right foot went along pretty well, too. Her upper body began to twist about. “Oh, God....” When she rested she drank some of the cranberry juice the staff had given her after she passed the stone.

A stone object, with an edge. [...] (Pause.) The object is rectangular, and for stone fairly uniform. [...] I have the impression that the object on the stone represents a man on a horse.

[...] I explained to Jane my feeling that the amazingly intricate stone carving, particularly the bas-relief work, seemed beyond the abilities of the hammer and chisel. Jane broke in to tell me that this carving was done by small instruments that used inaudible sound waves; these radiations softened the stone, she said, so that the work could be performed. [...]

[...] Now she talked more about what she had said at last break, concerning the carving done on stone that had been softened by instruments employing sound. Only a very sophisticated instrument was used, she said, to soften the top layer of the stone so that it was “like frosting, which could then be easily carved. [...]

[...] The enormity of the stones in these buildings left me amazed; I didn’t see how blocks weighing 1200 tons could be moved without machinery, let alone fitted into place over twenty feet up on foundations, etc. [...]

[...] I would delight in seeing it duplicated today, using identical stone, tools, etc., with time trials.

[...] we shall give the impression of a rock or stone that can be held in the hand, that has a connection with the water, that is speckled, and gray, with an indentation on it... [...]

[...] He now told me that the rock or stone impression was his error, and not Jane’s, or Ruburt’s.

[...] He picked up accurately enough that the test object could be held in the hand, had a connection with water and an indentation—the opening in the teapot—but erred in the rock or stone terminology, the color and the word nondescript. [...]

With a floor not of wood, perhaps of cement, but of a stone, definitely a stone or sand colored stone floor.

[...] Is a stone unworthy? For the sun falls upon the stone, and the stone does not say, “Lo and behold, I am a simple stone and not worthy for the sun to fall upon me.” [...]

like small stones.

(“Give us a moment, please… With a block or blocks, as rocks or steps of stone.” This block or rock or stone data could be connected to the data in the paragraph just above this one; although Seth took a long pause in between. At any rate it seems that the texture, the rough stonelike feel and appearance of the pigment on the object, could have given rise to the rock or stone impressions which in turn could conjure up the step data and so lead to the idea of a photo.

[...] The effect is like an inkblot, except that the quality and texture of the paint is much superior as far as charm goes; this particular hand-ground pigment, which I make myself by heating a certain Italian earth color, has a texture like fine cement or roughened stone. [...]

With a block or blocks, as rocks or steps of stone. [...]

Pretend that the energy within that object is the center of life, so that the whole rest of the universe derives its energy within that stone or flower. Do this until you can feel that energy pulsate within the form of the object, so that the form itself is ever mobile while it retains the semblance, as in a stone, of immobility.

[...] It may be a flower or a stone. [...]

[...] A stone or a flower is a very small thing. [...]

(“Stone steps.” [...] These are either stone or concrete; Jane and I cannot be sure, not having been there for perhaps eight or nine years. [...] A flight of four or five steps, stone or concrete, led up to the back porch of the main house.

Stone steps. [...]

(Then I was watching the fire spread in the stone fireplace. [...] I realized now that the end of our ledge was held up now by only a thin column of stone, but didn’t feel alarmed at this. The stone column seemed to be aglow, or hot.

[...] There was a fire burning in a circle of stone at our feet, and we all held long poles like broom handles. [...]

(They had windows in the front room, though—and benches and a stone floor. It was a stone house with a fireplace in it. [...]

[...] The cobbler shoved her out in the street and rolled her over on the stones and in the dirt, but she died.

[...] I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. [...]

(Jane is back to drinking cranberry juice after passing the bladder stone, but is feeling okay and no more stones have showed up. [...]

[...] His husband then deals with the cutting of stones, a stone mason.

[...] Perhaps of cement—but of a stone, definitely a stone (Jane gestured, eyes closed, as though trying to pin down her thought) or sand-colored stone floor.

[...] Then while his two helpers stood guard to keep the raccoon in the tree, Floyd lugged a very heavy flat stone up the ladder and planted it across the chimney; he’s going to cement a wire mesh in place as a permanent seal against animals and birds.

[...] He added that if we heard a loud thudding noise on the roof tonight, it meant that an animal had managed to dislodge the stone cap on the chimney. [...]

(“and a stone framework. [...] Both edifices being made of stone, as well as with additions of brick, etc.

[...] A connection with a telephone call, and a stone framework. [...]

[...] I am going to trip here or here or there, or someone is going to trip me up, or certainly someone will throw a stone in my path.” Even though someone may have thrown a stone in your path in the past, as a runner such things would vanish from your mind as you concentrated on the feelings in your body of motion and agility.

There are many variations, of course, such as: “If you go out in rainy weather, you’ll get pneumonia,” or: “If you tell a lie your tongue will turn to stone.”

“There were windows in the front room, though, and benches and a stone floor. It was a stone house with a fireplace; September, damp and foggy in the afternoon, about four o’clock. [...]

[...] He shoved her out into the street and rolled her over and over on the stones and in the dirt; but she died.

[...] “I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high — it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. [...]