“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Give us a moment please.... (a one minute pause at 9:06.) There is some reincarnational influence, in that you and she were acquaintances (long pause), of a minor variety, however—once in your Roman soldier existence, and I believe in the Denmark one. (Long pause.) You were on the periphery of each other’s attention. Perhaps for that reason Debbie herself was not present (in the dream). Ruburt was not involved with Debbie in the past, however.

(Tonight as we waited for the session to begin I showed Jane my three recent dreams that I was interested in having Seth comment upon: July 7 [Sayre], 17 [reincarnation and Debbie Janney], and 19 [Jane recovering overnight]. Jane looked them over again, although she’d read them this afternoon. I’ve started a small oil painting based on the “chute” portion of the dream for July 7. I’ve also done a pencil sketch of one of the heads in the photos of myself in the reincarnational dream of July 17, in case I don’t get to paint it.

(8:47.) Ruburt interpreted one dream in particular for you. I have little to add. He was correct (about the dream of July 7, involving my return to Sayre). The dream in which he was healed (of July 19) was to remind you that that probability is still highly active. The dream involving the old granary is of the same nature as the bookstore (Sayre) dream (as Jane said tonight)—another version of it, reminding you of the kind of nourishment generations of the past received. As there were no real books in your bookstore, there was no available food in the granary. In the bookstore you felt that in a way the store was bigger than life, however, and in the granary dream Debbie’s drawings of you are idealistically bigger than life. They represent her version of your life and work. If the granaries are gone, and if they provide no nourishment, then she looks to work like ours instead to provide a kind of idealized picture of human psychology.

(“Only that in the dream involving Debbie and me and the photos: Jane said the dream was reincarnational.”)

(Jane called me last night — forgot to tell me Debbie Harris visited.

[...] When Debbie showed up and the time approached 9 PM, I thought Jane might choose to pass up the session after all. “It’s important, though,” I said to her when Debbie was out of the room for a moment. [...]

(Debbie Janney visited unannounced for an hour after supper—all the time Jane would give her—hence the later start for the session. [...]

(Debbie Harris visited Jane last night. Jane didn’t feel well while Debbie was there. [...]

[...] Jane called me last night, courtesy of Carla, and she said Debbie Harris also visited. Debbie is a true friend indeed.

(Jane has even thought of having Debbie Harris take dictation at night, for another children’s book. [...]

(Today Jane said she’d talked it over with Debbie Harris, and that the latter would be coming in three nights a week while Jane tries some spontaneous dictation. [...]

[...] Debbie Harris was there, wishing us a happy new year. [...]

(Debbie helped me lift Jane up higher on her bed before leaving. [...]

[...] Maybe it’s an outgrowth of something I said to Debbie the other night. [...] I’ll have Debbie pick up some small thing—I don’t even know if she’s coming tonight—”

[...] Jane’s and my dear friend, Debbie Harris, began making copies of all of the Seth sessions, plus the transcripts of Jane’s ESP classes, for the “collection” of Jane’s and my work in the archives of Yale University Library. [...]

[...] She helped me carry on the massive project of continuing the work that Debbie Harris had begun: copying many more of the thousands of pages of Jane’s and my work for the archives of the library at Yale. [...]

[...] Debbie had visited her last night, and received the money I’d left for her. [...]

(Debbie had left at 9:00. [...]

Debbie — heel, surgery

[...] Then Debbie Harris had visited. [...]

[...] Debbie also visited her.)

[...] Before that she’d had visits from our friends Debbie Harris and Elisabeth — who were there at the same time. [...]

[...] Jane said she was really enjoying the dream, after supper, when Debbie Harris arrived for a visit and woke her up.

(After supper Debbie Janney visited without seeing Jane. Her cat, Kitty Cat, has been missing since 8 AM, and Debbie fears for its safety and/or life. [...]

[...] No sooner did they leave, and we began dessert, though, than Debbie arrived at the door to tell us about a pretty nutty character who had just called her, looking for our address. [...]

Your second real estate lady (Debbie), leading you unerringly to the Foster Avenue house, did so for the same reasons. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t mention that for several years Debbie also taught art in Elmira’s public grade schools.

[...] This note, then, will enlarge upon the fertile field of connections, or probabilities, that is enveloping Jane and me, the houses in Sayre and Elmira, the real estate agents we’ve been dealing with (the Johnsons and Debbie — who are not acquainted), and some other people.

When Debbie took Jane and me through the Foster Avenue house on February 5, she told us that another couple — who live in Sayre, and whom I’ll call the Steins — had also inspected the property and planned to make an offer for it, while trying at the same time to sell their present home. [...]

[...] Debbie Harris had visited the night before. [...]

(Debbie Harris visited Jane last night. [...]