“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Part of me doesn’t want to contend with this material at all but last night I had one of the strangest, quite frightening experiences—all the odder because there are so few real events to hang on to. Anyway early after we went to bed I realized I was in the middle of an odd nightmarish experience, one terribly vivid emotionally, yet with no real story line. I only know that the following were involved: a childhood nursery tale or/and a childhood toy like the cuddly cat doll I had as a child named Suzie that I thought the world of. Anyway, the point was that the story.... and there I lose it; I don’t get the connections. All I know is that I awakened myself crying, my body very sore, sat on the side of the bed and made the following connections from my feelings at the time:

Anyway, we do different things in that class and one of the things that we did, you know how we in this class use the pyramid at the top of the head to contact other probable selves? [...]

[...] You can look at this, the whole phenomena, anyway you want. [...]

[...] (There was some other stuff I got but I’ve forgotten it already.) Anyway the chapter was to be followed according to what I got, by one on frightened people who suddenly break out of old ideas, open their mental environments, and seemingly work miracles in their lives; like the old man, the old woman....

[...] Anyway a group of us were to be given a pill or some such that was actually a vaccine against some disease—perhaps polio. [...]

([Jane:] “She also took the first shot at you guys, but that didn’t mean much because you were going to kill them anyway.”

([Joel:] “Well, it may be completely resolved on all levels but you recognize the intellectual first anyway.”

[...] You could not do it anyway. [...]

[...] And often says “No sex anyway. [...]

It is the habit, to one extent self-examination carried too far in that respect, of too much concern with the problems of the self anyway. [...]

To some extent he knew this, but felt defiant enough to try it anyway. [...]

[...] Rob shook his head and I didn’t particularly want to get involved anyway so I said no mentally. [...]

[...] Anyway Barb said she lived there some years back. [...]

[...] “Then if nobody comes in, I’ll start the session anyway. [...]

[...] I feel it’s good, anyway….”)

[...] Then I thought that anyway, I could have a kitten here. [...]

[...] “What was I doing, anyway? [...]

[...] Beliefs: you felt that the discussion was needless because Ruburt could not make it anyway, physically. [...]

[...] Naturally, she didn’t want anyone to know about the child, who had been put up for adoption (and it was none of my business anyway). [...]

[...] Anyway, I was getting too much of it at once. [...]

(Jane didn’t feel particularly like having a session, but decided to anyway. [...]

One is that because objects just originate in man’s imagination anyway, there’s always a strong connection between objects and man’s dreams. [...]

[...] He would do what he would do anyway, protecting himself as he thought fit. [...]

[...] Sometimes, perhaps, when Ruburt is listening to music he likes on his radio, let him try to get the feeling of Framework 2 again, without trying too hard, and imagine himself dancing, anyway he likes. [...]