“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This is the shortest session to date. Jane had been working in the kitchen all day in preparation for the holidays. I had been working overtime also and was very tired. At 8 PM Jane began to clean up after her baking marathon in the event there was a session, although she wasn’t sure there would be one. She had not felt Seth about. I wondered what part conditioning might play in the schedule we had become used to.

[...] A qualification appeared only under the chocolate headings where Jane’s pendulum said she could use the dry malt mixes now in stores, as opposed to the regular old-time cocoa used in baking, hot chocolate, etc. [...]

[...] Although I’d felt slightly better yesterday I’d been taking baking soda often for my stomach for several days, and it seemed now that the feeling of pressure, or gas, perhaps, was getting the best of me. [...]

[...] At the same time I swore off baking soda, which is an old habit with me, in favor of Maalox, which I found in the cupboard. [...]

[...] A thunderstorm had been trying to develop for some little while; finally it began to rain and blow as I helped Jane prepare a dish to be baked for our evening meal.

[...] I woke up stewing, and finally had to get up from my chair to take some baking soda to relieve my stomach. [...]

(And speaking of secrets, I forgot to tell Jane that although I slept well last night, I took baking soda before going to bed when my stomach began to bother me a bit. [...]

(After I’d had a nap Jane remembered to tell me that this morning, after hydro, she’d had an “experience” in which she’d seen herself baking a cake in the kitchen at 1730 Pinnacle, putting it in the oven, and so forth. [...]

[...] (When Jane burned her finger via steam from a baked potato.)

[...] He should use baking soda, and brush twice a day as he does not do. [...]

[...] It seems to you, then, that the world began—or must have begun—at some point in the past¹ (a one-minute pause at 9:18), but that is like supposing that one piece of a cake is the whole cake, which was baked in one oven and consumed perhaps in an afternoon.

[...] In general, God loved little boys and girls with starched shirts, acceptable addresses, polished shoes, and fathers who made good money—it also helped if their mothers baked cookies for the PTA.

He finds himself naturally wanting grains such as rice and cereals, and has a yearning for potatoes, baked. [...]

[...] Today, my stomach began bothering; I’ve taken baking soda three times, and that seemed to help, if temporarily, each time. [...]