“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Small wavering blue lines. Something written by an old hand perhaps, with thin wavering lines.” Jane’s corrections on the object were made with a blue pen, which appears quite dark on the yellow paper upon which the poem was typed. Her corrections are small, but not wavering. The old and wavering data puzzled us, and we missed out here because we did not interpret the emotional charges involved, as Seth did.

Six plus one. A pen. Small wavering blue lines. Something written by an old hand perhaps, with thin wavering lines.

(“A letter written by an older person.” This ties in with the earlier old and wavering data, interpreted at the top of page 57. As Seth tells us after break, the old reference concerns Bill Gallagher’s subjective feelings on his birthday last July 1. The letter reference here stems from the resemblance of the typed poem used as object to a letter, and echoes the note data, also discussed on page 57.

[...] Our old cat, Willy One, died last November 5. A few days later we obtained Willy Two from Stray Haven in Waverly, New York. [...]

(“The shape of something tall like a tree; waving lines, or wavering lines.” Jane said the tree data was her way, or Seth’s way, of leading up to the data re wavering lines. [...] Doug’s is unsteady, or wavering, because he held the envelope flat against his leg and tried to write on it with no other support. [...]

[...] The shape of something tall like a tree; waving lines, or wavering lines.

A pattern of wavy lines, or wavering lines. [...]

(“How about those wavering lines?”)

(“A pattern of wavy lines, or of wavering lines.” [...]

[...] He lives now in Waverly, New York, 18 miles from Elmira. We see each other on rare occasions, and once in a while I will hear some news about him through my family or a friend in Sayre, which adjoins Waverly. [...]

[...] I happened to have a street map of Waverly, Sayre and Athens, and checked it before writing this. [...] The towns adjoin each other: Waverly is in New York, Sayre and Athens in Pennsylvania.)

Periods of belief would be followed by periods of skepticism, and the wavering nature makes it most difficult for me to give him the very assurance that he needs. [...]

[...] She began speaking, or dictating, to me in her own voice—not Seth’s, for instance—but it was wavering, choked with tears. [...]

(5:01 p.m. I could tell the session was a difficult one for Jane, especially when her voice wavered, and she almost halted her delivery several times. [...]

[...] And once again Jane wavered at times between waking and dozing. [...]

When you did not firmly or adequately express your displeasure then she wavered. [...]

[...] There is an ever-so-minute alteration of gravity forces in the neighborhood of all of these points, even of the subordinate ones, and all the so-called physical laws to some extent or another will be found to have a wavering effect in these neighborhoods. [...]

[...] You chose “this” probable reality in order to ask certain questions about the nature of man — seeing him where he wavered equally between creativity and destruction, knowledge and ignorance; but a point that contained potentials for the most auspicious kinds of development, in your eyes. [...]

When you let your attention waver, however, you may often fall into a state in which you momentarily perceive glimpses of another alternate present. [...]

[...] Jane and I took our drive three weeks ago, on April 7. The town of Sayre is only 18 miles from Elmira, N.Y., where we live now, and it sits in the beautiful Pennsylvania hills between two smaller communities — Athens to the south, and Waverly to the north in New York State. [...]

[...] Her voice wavered. [...]