“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] By now the story of that book’s conception is well known: Late one night in 1959, Dick was walking beside a canal near a West Coast beach when he heard a voice say, “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” [...]

[...] And at the time of Jane’s dream, Marie said, hurricane Cleo had been descending upon them at Boynton Beach, and “we had plenty of water around then during the storm. [...]

(Both Jane and I have been to Daytona Beach, Florida, but neither of us has ever been to Dayton, Ohio.)

(Sue read her dream of the York Beach couple and the changes in them from the first dream.)

([Joel:] “In one of the stories that Jane wrote, the guy went down to the beach with the wind chimes and (words lost) tree and he selected atoms and that somehow absorbed them through himself into another system until there wasn’t any physical world that we know of left at all, and then as I recall at the end he popped through his whole universe and isn’t that somewhat the same kind of thing? [...]

[...] And at this particular point, by this indentation, there is no beach, though there is a beach to the left and right, rather large ones.”

You forget that consciously you did not beckon the fragments at York Beach, and that last night’s materializations were consciously requested. [...]

[...] There wasn’t any sandy beach. [...]

[...] There are two houses nearby, and a front room across from a beach. [...]

[...] He explained that due to the construction of the wharf one saw just to the left as he looked out the front room in question, that it would be quite difficult to see as small an object as a rowboat tied up there; the wharf is quite high, and due to the slant of the beach a small low object like a rowboat would be hard to see.

[...] It is fairly easy to insert the idea of water, but this may lead him personally to think of the Gulf of Mexico, or the ocean off of Marathon, or even of the Atlantic at York Beach. [...]

(Her father, Del, had died on November 16, at 7:30 AM, in Daytona Beach, Florida. [...]

[...] When I woke up I made another little drawing: I showed my Roman-captain self still face down in the water, but entangled with the branches projecting from a waterlogged tree trunk — I’d been caught that way for a while, before a group of fishermen on a North American beach hauled body and tree ashore in their net. [...]

[...] Her married name is Marie Sterrett, of Boynton Beach, Florida.

(For some other examples of the psychic power of negative expectations, see the 9th, 15th and 17th sessions, involving Jane and me at York Beach, Maine. [...]

To some extent the York beach images held what might have been expected of you. [...]

[...] / All around us /
the beach gathers the / precious images /
that leap up suddenly / in the dark, coming in with /
the tide that unites / the tides of the heart.

“Right now I just want / to stand up whole / and walk across /
the beach,” I said. [...]

(“Like the time Jane and I created those images at York Beach?”)

[...] They show a beautiful woman wearing a bathing suit, standing on a beach in Florida.

[...] We recall this especially because the usual beaches at Rochester were polluted by hordes of dead fish; we had to drive some distance to find a suitable swimming spot.