“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(7:30 P.M. After supper I told Jane I was going to work on the essays for Dreams. Already this morning I’d typed from my notes last night’s very encouraging private Seth session: “—and know that you have taken, both of you, important new strides.” Jane said she’d like to do some more dictation of her own, so I agreed to take down that instead. Once again, however, she shied away from translating any more of that dirgelike Sumari song she’d sung to herself, and recorded, shortly before going into the hospital. I still had only that one great line she’s interpreted for me in English: “Let my soul find shelter elsewhere.”

I now read to her the last two pages of material Seth had given us last night. Jane was nodding in her chair as I finished, and I thought she wouldn’t be doing any work this evening after all. Yet she roused herself: “I’ve got the first sentence, I guess.” I lit her cigarette for her. Her voice was free of tremor and her rate of delivery was a little slow.)

(7:48. Jane spoke with much emphasis here. As if on cue, through an open front window a quickening breeze stirred the long glass wind chimes hanging just inside; their pealing harmony filled the living room. The chimes had been sent to us as a gift by fans we’ve never met.)

(7:58. “End of introduction,” Jane abruptly said. “That doesn’t mean that when you get it all typed up I won’t want to add to it. I just want to make sure that my own experience keeps coming back to the book, ‘cause that’s what it’s for. You could end up with a brief epilogue, according to what happens.”