“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] With a smile:) When you want to express darkness you might paint your canvas with black instead of your magic white (a la William Alexander), so that then the use of lighter colors upon it will indicate more clearly the quality of light, at least for the painting’s purposes. [...]

[...] She knew that it referred to William James — the American psychologist and philosopher who’d lived from 1842 to 1910 — and that a dream had been involved, though she’d forgotten it. [...]

[...] He tried to rouse William’s intellect and intuitions, but to his utter amazement he found both more dormant than he had expected. [...]

[...] Instead, Seth devoted it to “strings of consciousness” — explaining why Jane “picked up” the “William James” material, which is discussed in her book, Psychic Politics. [...]

(In this noon’s mail Jane received from her editor, Tam Mossman, an early printer’s proof of the book jacket for The Afterdeath Journal of an American Philosopher: The World View of William James. [...]

[...] Your young brother (William, 9 years younger) never set up adequate defenses, so that his own mood swung, willy-nilly, as the psychic climate varied.

[...] Ruburt’s book on [William] James would be good background material here, particularly the sections dealing with democracy and spiritualism. [...]

(See the attached copy of my letter to Hal Williams. [...]

[...] We will try to have a session for you (WL), our friend William the Bull, shortly... [...]

Also, Jane has long since completed The World View of Paul Cezanne: A Psychic Interpretation, which was published in 1977; and she’s finished The Afterdeath Journal of an American Philosopher: The World View of William James — both books growing out of the world-view material given by Seth in “Unknown” Reality.

(Today we received from the Museum of Modern Art an acknowledgment that William Rubin had received the Cézanne book I’d mailed him on October 17. [...]

(Late last week Jane received her first copy of her book on William James, and this noon we received the additional 11 copies that were due us from Prentice.)

(My brother William, who lives in Rochester, New York, is driving down to take mother back home with him for a week or two, on November 9. We received a letter from him to this effect yesterday. [...]

[...] (This from Jane’s reading of William James lately.) You have been afraid of really structuring the improvements, of really making an important effort, for fear that effort will fail.

(She hasn’t undergone a classical religious conversion of the kind William James describes in his The Varieties of Religious Experience,⁴ yet more than once she’s known her own forms of ecstasy, or deep alteration of consciousness, or illumination — whatever one chooses to call such states. [...]

[...] Two days ago, she worked on our new front porch for the first time; she sat in the slanting sunlight and wrote down the information she psychically picked up from the “world view” of William James, the American psychologist and philosopher who lived from 1842–1910. [...]

(Long pause.) As creative people, and as certain kinds of creative people —not being audience performers as musicians, for example—you deal with the creative construction of artistic worlds in which as your friend (painter) William Alexander would say, you are the master magician perhaps—but it is your world primarily, created according to your vision. [...]

[...] As gifts for me because of my interest in their great creativity, Jane “tuned into”, on her own and without Seth, excellent books on the artist Paul Cézanne in 1977 and on the philosopher William James in 1978. [...]

(Seth’s confirmation that I had at least some success with my car experiment prompted me to suggest to Jane that when we drove to Rochester to visit my brother William Richard Butts, that we should both concentrate on keeping the car’s consumption of oil to a minimum. [...]

(Saturday and Sunday, September 19 and 20, Jane and I spent visiting my brother William Richard and his wife Ida, in Rochester, NY. [...]