“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] See Jane’s own copy, attached, for an elaboration of her question about Pat and Carroll.

(3. Jane: Anything on how to handle episodes like yesterday’s with Pat and Carroll?)

(The second session was held at our apartment Friday evening, December 30, with Jane and me, Wesley Swan, Bill Macdonnel, Pat Norelli and Claire Crittenden present. [...] Seth also gave a good deal of personal data concerning a Brian Houlihan, a friend of Pat’s and some data concerning Claire and Pat, and answered questions from all of us. Evidently a good amount of the data was correct, being called so by Pat and Claire, although without notes we cannot check. [...]

[...] On awakening could feel my eyes were bugging out and vision blurred some; Pat and Carroll came; I’m embarrassed to be seen walking as I do—worse Carroll comments on my eyes—throat—I’m mad at me and at her; instant poor mood, worry about eyes again—think worse things—make an effort to trust the physician within; tell myself to ignore negative suggestions—then return to natural data. [...]

[...] Jane slowly came out of a good trance; she patted the top of her head as she did so, several times. [...] “Most of me is down here,” she said, patting the chair, “waiting for the rest of me. [...]

[...] Aside here: (Jane’s eyes closed) Pat Norelli. [...]

[...] In a letter received today, Pat Norelli had this to say pertaining to the material given by Seth concerning her in this session:

[...] There are pats on the back for achievement or whatever. [...]

(9:00.) When he demands too much of himself, there is nowhere along the line where he can securely rest, pat himself on the back, and say “You have done a good job,” because what he has performed seems so inadequate in the light of what he feels is expected. [...]

A man with balding, very dark hair and dark brows who did have or has a mustache, belongs to Pat Norelli’s family. [...]

[...] As soon as Seth mentioned it, I immediately saw a distinct resemblance between Emma Martin, as she had been, and the young girl Pat. [...] Consciously I had made no such connection however, before Seth mentioned it, but had sensed something familiar about Pat Friday evening.

[...] We had company Friday evening—Marilyn and Don Wilbur, Don’s brother and a girl named Pat, whom we do not know.

(Class had been discussing dream realities, personality, etc., for about an hour; Pat and Sheila began talking back and forth on Sheila’s ideas on separate personalities, when Jane interrupted to say that she had the impression that the “hole in the universe” had opened up in Dr. Sam Levine’s house next-door and a crowd of people were flying from it into the room. [...]

([Pat:] “Are there other family names?”

(We received a letter from Pat Norelli today in which she substantiates some clairvoyant material concerning her, given by Seth in Session 340. [...]

[...] You try to tint the fears with smiles, you try to pat it as you would a dog in hopes that it will not bite (words lost) you. [...]

In like manner, the visit of your young friend will also be beneficial (Peter Murtough, from Chula Vista, CA) and the visit of your Boston friend (Pat Norelli). [...]

(Pat Norelli of Boston witnessed the session. [...]

Your present methods will simply bring you pat, manufactured results and answers. [...]

These accomplishments are not the ones for which you pat yourselves on the back however. [...]

[...] And when I pat you on the back you will know. [...]

[...] The above paragraph refers to Pat Norelli in Boston; she telephoned Jane earlier this evening.

He is dealing with still-largely unknown phenomena, so that he has, of course, no pat answers to fall back upon. [...]

[...] They arise spontaneously, and despite the fact that you do not actively encourage them, or even pat them on the back.

I’m learning that both elements are important in my work and in Seth’s. And perhaps my own refusal to accept pat answers leads me to search so intensely, and is responsible to some degree for my “bringing in” a Seth instead of a Mad Hatter.