“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Date. We are still trying for dates, you see. 16 eight three. Two, 1724, 1721, San Josius… San… San..

A memorial commemorating the beginning of a revolution or a war. The San Joseo is not correct exactly. San Juan?

The hero, represented in a statue, had once been a cobbler and came from a place that sounds like Guatemala, though that is not precise. The name is like this: San Guatama? San Guatama? And he had two brothers, one brother working against him in politics.

[...] San Josius (my interpretation) san, S A N…. [...]

[...] The San Joseo is not correct exactly. (My interpretation.) San Juan? [...]

[...] The name is like this: San Guatama? (My interpretation.) San Guatama? [...]

(The map of Puerto Rico, brought back by Bill Gallagher, contains a street map of San Juan and other large cities together with an index of street names. A quick study for names similar to those given phonetically by Seth/Jane during the experiments has yielded no results, with the exception of the apparent similarity between San Geronimo and Jane’s psy-time impressions of San Quanamo and San Guatamalo. [...]

An avenue beginning with a B, or San B, period, where they ate lunch. San Beninno (phonetically) or similar.

[...] The Gallaghers were involved in four airplane trips in a space of five days: From San Juan to St. Thomas, and back; from San Juan to New York City; from New York City to Elmira, NY.)

[...] This took place a week before, on the Sunday night we arrived in San Juan, October 17. [...] We thought the fare much too high and were both angry; the last time we had visited San Juan the same ride cost less than $2.00; perhaps $1.50.”)

[...] As we waited I explained to her a few things about the political fighting in San Salvador; I’d just finished typing the last, 930th session, wherein I’d referred to the attached news clippings about that country’s travails. I thought the session, on the behavior of nations, excellent, and that San Salvador could almost be a test example of what Seth had talked about.

[...] He’d talked about going north, or heading back to San Francisco, where he’d seen helicopters changing their courses in the sky to fly directly at him.

[...] He accepted docilely, and gave me his address in San Francisco. [...]

[...] There are many “psychics” in the San Francisco area, for example. [...]

[...] I typed up that portion of the session earlier, and it’s already been read by Terry Jacobs, a physicist from IBM at San Jose, California. [...]

[...] On the McCormick pepper can, factories are mentioned as being located in Baltimore, MD, and San Francisco, CA, thus south and west from our Elmira location.

[...] Both of us have been to Los Angeles, CA, several times, but Jane has not been to San Francisco.

[...] At the same time, she had a lot of material in mind from Seth—on the glass experience; a dream I’d had on August 1, in which I’d found her lying on the floor in the bathroom doorway; and a fairly strong earthquake that had struck south of San Francisco, California, this afternoon. [...]

I’ve always transferred my life to letters,
and one day it will reside
exclusively in written nouns and vowels,
clean paragraphs
distilled from mysterious life’s days.
Even before death’s event
I plan my mind’s resting place
as if there is a second life
in thought’s products that defies
the brain’s shorter span, and rises
sans blood, flesh, hand or eye,
self-contained, truly alive at last;
like some mental balloon
set on a safe course finally
through unexplored skies
when the hand that holds it
lets it go.

[...] (Pause.) More like San Mutro (phonetically), though I do not believe that is exact. An avenue beginning with a B, or San B, period, where they ate lunch. San Beninno (phonetically), or similar. [...]

[...] We knew that Peg and Bill were going to San Juan, but that was all we knew. [...]

[...] And consider this puzzler: Granted my consciousness traveled from Elmira to San Juan in space, what about time? [...]

[...] The intensity traveled; now it was located in the blue wine decanter given to us by our friend Pete from San Diego, California.

[...] Note that Bill is also in California now—Santa Barbara—quite a distance up the coast from San Diego, where Pete lives. [...]

(Part of the session grew out of our recent reactions to the televised newscasts, as well as what we’ve been reading lately, concerning the mass suicide in Guyana, the shooting of the mayor of San Francisco, problems with inflation, the Middle East —any of what seemed to be an infinite number of ills the species has created for itself. [...]

For much more Seth material on the counterpart concept, see Session 732 and Appendix 25 in Volume II of The “Unknown” Reality (Published by Amber-Allen Publishing, Inc., San Rafael, CA). [...]

[...] You cannot, however, be in Boston and San Francisco at the same time, or be 21 years of age and 11 at the same time.

(This afternoon Jane had received a call from Larry Davidson in San Francisco. [...]

[...] Larry Davidson called from San Francisco, during which he agreed to ship us some copies from the bookstore where he works. [...]

[...] Interior traveling is no more subjective, then, than a journey from New York to San Francisco. [...]

[...] He left his home in San Francisco to travel to India to study with a guru. [...]

(The statue was taken by an American from Hong Kong to San Francisco in 1905. [...] A man named Bryant purchased it in San Diego, for his daughter, and transferred the statue from there to New York by nefarious ways. [...]