“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] All very well, if such explorations can be carried out with a reasonable feeling of safety or protection, evidently, but if that essential ingredient or feeling is missing, then more caution must be used by us—and as I see it, that’s where we stand now. [...]

[...] Especially as we came to realize that our having such friends made up for interactions with others that Jane and I had largely missed out on in our own earlier relationships. [...]

[...] In all of that camouflage time I missed spending several hours a day with her in room 330 just once. [...]

[...] The four of us were so busy talking that we actually missed the little drama that followed: Laurel briefly mentioned it to me right after it took place—telling me that a very large bird, a hawk or an eagle, had flown from low over the house seemingly right toward her and Debbie before zooming back up to perch high in a tree in the backyard of the house across the road. [...]

[...] Jane thought the family name was similar to the “Gramada” that Seth had described; at session’s end I wrote that I intended to check our records for the missing name, and to ask Seth about it — but I neglected to do either of those things. [...]

[...] You missed a certain cast along what you may call the cheekbones; and if you watch the image closer, I may be able to make it clearer.

[...] For emphasis I myself underlined that last phrase, because it’s easy to miss how very important it really is: Our individual concept of the amount of time necessary to accomplish an action like a healing will govern its progress. [...]

[...] It’s easy to miss, or skip over, the drama in her lifework because it’s so pervasive in all of her creative endeavors. [...]

[...] She still misses our dog Mischa, who died three years ago. [...]

[...] Since we were never informed as to their results, we were left with no way to judge what proportions of Seth’s impressions could be considered hits, near-misses, or failures. [...]

“I equate all of this with three events: a movie I saw on TV the night before last in which the hero finally saw through the god of his people; a Raggedy Ann doll Rob found in the backyard the other day and brought in (it was probably dragged there by a dog, its right arm is missing)—but it reminded me of my old Susie; and part of a review I read yesterday of a book about death.