“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He who does not move can make no errors; and he felt he had made a severe error in allowing Fell to publish the book. Your own feelings toward Fell had strong emotional power.

Because of your attitude toward Fell, he did not believe you were pleased with him or the ESP book. [...]

[...] But I can see how he felt the way he did, in the light of my expressed opinions about Fell. [...]

The woman (Pat) likes the books, is highly enthusiastic, quite sensitive, so that she did pick up your joint dissatisfactions with Fell. She sympathizes with Fell, however, and with the book (ESP Power), as an underdog—an underdog book. There are personal connections between the woman and the man at Fell. [...]

[...] The woman there (Pat Golbitz) picked up all of your own negative ideas—yours and Ruburt’s—about Fell and Prentice, and aimed them at John (Nelson). [...]

Its shadow fell wrinkled

(On Tuesday, February 8, she telephoned her publisher, Frederick Fell, in New York City. She read a few of the poems from the book to Mr. Fell over the phone and outlined her ideas for its humorous format, etc.; to her surprise he requested that she send him the manuscript for consideration. [...] Mr. Fell also asked to see the manuscript on the Seth material,and told Jane some of the plans he had for publicizing her ESP book, due to be published this May. [...] Mr. Fell also told Jane she may appear on some radio and/or TV shows; this has been Jane’s idea also. [...]

(Mr. Fell asked Jane to make a tape of her poems to send along with the manuscript, since he enjoyed her telephone reading. [...]

[...] Your uncle fell. The horses panicked, and he fell beneath a hoof. [...]

[...] To some extent you also fell prey there. [...]

[...] Then I fell asleep and ‘woke up’ to find myself projecting in the dark-yet-not-dark of many projections. [...]

I lay down to experiment and fell asleep at once to have a confused experience, mixed with dream elements. [...]

By now, I was standing with my back to my body, and I just ‘fell’ backward into it. [...]

As I fell off to sleep I had been thinking of Congress Park in Saratoga Springs, New York. [...]

[...] Another kid pulled my chair out from behind me so that when I went to sit down I fell on the floor instead. [...]

(On September 26, 1964, Jane and I sent sessions 39-91 to the publisher, Frederick Fell, NY, NY. [...] On March 5, 1965, F. Fell wrote that the sessions were being carefully read.

[...] The letter of February 16 to F. Fell was referred to by Seth in the 135th session.

[...] And as the shadows fell past these sticks, the time of the day was deduced. [...]

You fell in love, however, with a rather inferior warrior—a stray from the Iroquois tribe—and bore him four sons—one, incidentally, is your present son today. [...]

(No answer.) But you fell back each time.

(In addition, I want to do what we can to get sales reports from Prentice-Hall re Bantam sales [which we know aren’t great], and from the Pocket Books/Fell fiasco. I plan to write the editor-in-chief at Pocket Books as soon as I find out his name and address, asking him for sales figures; we haven’t had a royalty report from Fell in a year. I want to ask Eleanor Friede for the name of a lawyer to see what can be done to get information from Fell. [...]

While you were
sleeping,
all the cupboards
of the earth
were filled.
Mother Earth
sought out each
need.

While you were
weeping,
your tears fell
as sweet rain
drops on small
parched hills
that rise in worlds
you cannot see,
though you are known
there.

While you were
sleeping,
Mother Earth
filled all the
cupboards of your
flesh
to overflowing.
Not one atom went
uncomforted
in worlds that
are yours,
but beyond your
knowing.

[...] One by one my mental connections fell into place as I searched for it, yet for a time I was quite frustrated while I tried to physically verify my unconscious knowledge of its location.

[...] This affected the spontaneity of our sessions, and serves to explain the intense emotional climate that pervaded concerning both Fell and the issue of going to work. (F. Fell, Jane’s publisher.)

[...] He swooped down beside my bed, skidded along the top of a covered radiator, crashed into a wall and fell down onto another radiator top at a lower level. [...] I believe he was about four inches tall, and I saw his skis twisted over each other as he fell.

[...] I believe I also fell into inconsequential dreaming or sleep after the last event.

[...] This will take care of any lingering doubts on the part of the overly conscientious self concerning the success implied in the Fell letter.

[...] The next day Jane got a letter from F. Fell in which he outlined plans for the start of a national ad campaign to promote the book. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Where the plane fell was not as far out from land as it would seem.

(See the notes on page 269, Volume 5, of the 232nd session, dealing with Jane’s recent poetry book and the request by Jane’s publisher, F. Fell, that she send it to him along with a tape of some of the poems, also by Jane. [...] F. Fell returned the book a couple of weeks ago, and it is now in the hands of another publisher. Jane did not seriously expect Fell to accept this book, but still wants to hear from Seth about it. [...]

(Last year I fell ill on March 24,1965. [...]

(As stated I fell ill with the virus in March 1965. [...]

For reasons already given, both of you later fell down. [...]

[...] Both fell through.

[...] Supposing he got Prentice to hold off and Eleanor’s deal fell through? [...]