“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane has been having great fun in recent days, working on her new [and third] novel about the adventures of Oversoul Seven.)

[...] She’s finished with Seven Two, etc., so I think these events have also helped initiate changes.

(This would be the second of seven revelatory dreams Jane is to have, according to Seth in the 492nd session. [...] I am also to have a series of seven such dreams.)

[...] It may be another six or seven months before you have another opportunity.

[...] She mentioned various periods of improvement — her work on her unfinished and unpublished autobiography, From This Rich Bed; her published novel, The Education of Oversoul Seven, and so on. [...]

[...] “The toughest week of our twenty-seven years together,” I told a neighbor last night. [...]

[...] A six and seven. [...]

(“A six and seven.” [...]

[...] A decoration, or something memorized, as four score and seven years ago… That is, a phrase known to many, and rather cliché.

(“or something memorized, as four score and seven years ago… That is, a phrase known to many, and rather cliché.” [...]

[...] As of now we have so far mailed the letter to Eleanor re Rich Bed; phoned the ad about a house in to the Elmira paper; obtained the paint for Jane’s workroom; put up new curtains in her room; begun inquiries about the duplication of the letter for readers who write to Jane; packaged the first six chapters of Seth’s book to mail to Tam at Prentice-Hall tomorrow; begun to check the galleys for Oversoul Seven—all of these being items on the list we made out a couple of days ago. [...]

[...] The freedom of Seven was the first sign of release, but not accepted on all levels. [...]

[...] Three and four will add to seven, yet three and four are their identities and will always be so in your terms. [...]

Connected with this, very dim here, de, I believe, seven—Savrantinos (halting pronunciation) I said concordi—Concordiat de Savrantino.

[...] Today I worked also on chronologies for a Dutch publisher, and for the film producer who’s optioned the movie rights to Jane’s Oversoul Seven novels.

Viruses are alive, as I mentioned in another connection (in the 631st session in Chapter Seven), and can be beneficial or detrimental according to other balances in the body. [...]

[...] You renew your bodies every seven years, all without your conscious knowledge. [...]

[...] And it does not occur to you that as your body is completely transformed within each seven years, so there is no reason at all to reproduce it each time with the old ailment. [...]

9. Jane held her ESP classes for seven and a half years (from September 1967 through February 1975). Those gatherings were disrupted almost seven years ago, when we moved from our downtown apartments into the hill house, and for a number of reasons we did not resume them. [...]

[...] When she began writing Magical Approach, she even surprised me by occasionally helping me get breakfast, cooking bacon and eggs at the hot plate I’d set up for her some seven months ago on the kitchen table.⁴ Although she could work at the table while sitting down, she’d given up those simple, nurturing acts of food preparation many weeks ago; her fingers weren’t working well enough, she told me at the time; she didn’t trust herself enough to handle hot food—and I admit that when she implied a risk, the chance of an accident, I stopped encouraging her to help me with meals.

[...] (I’d had similar feelings seven months before she held this 936th session: In Note 13 for Session 931, in Chapter 9, see my comments following the excerpts from the private session for April 15, 1981.)

I should also open up some further experiences with both Seth II, Cyprus, and Oversoul Seven. [...]

[...] One seven. [...]

(“One seven. [...]

2. I’ll remind the reader that Jane has already received inspiration and material for two books from her amazingly creative dream state: her novel, The Education of Oversoul Seven, and James. While dreaming she tuned into whole chapters of Seven, for instance.

[...] He recalls a photo of his mother in the backyard when he was about seven. [...]

[...] Last Tuesday I mailed to Prentice-Hall Jane’s second novel on Seven. [...]