“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(See the beginning of this Session 909 in Chapter 6 for Volume 1 of Dreams. As Seth, Jane had started delivering the session at 9:05 P.M. on Monday, April 21, 1980.)

(10:04. “Do you want to say something about the little out-of-body Jane had this noon?”

Jane’s consciousness had left her sleeping body in the bedroom and traveled to her writing room at the back of the house. She’d encountered me there, in my own out-of-body state, and we engaged in a very animated conversation. Afterward she insisted that I’d been out-of-body too, although I have no conscious memory of such an event. We estimated that at the proper time I’d just quit painting for the morning and was washing my brushes at the bathroom sink—a routine task I perform each day, and one that could leave a portion of my psyche free to engage in other adventures. Yet, since I’d been awake while she slept, we speculated that those same habitual cleaning chores had also occupied me enough consciously to mask my awareness of what another part of me was up to.)

10:10 P.M. “I’m surprised I even had the session,” Jane said. “He did go into that chapter I picked up on earlier today, but I don’t remember what he called it.”)

1. In Volume 1 of Dreams, see Note 3 for the 885th session. I quoted a poem (on animal consciousness) from a book of sketches and untitled poetry that Jane had created for my birthday last June. These two poems from the same little book fit in well here:

This private probability
isn’t half bad
when you consider
the public worlds
we had to travel
to get here:
molecules waiting
in the wings,
looking for
the precise
time-space
to leap into,
tiny strands of
consciousness
reuniting
after centuries,
sorting out ourselves
from a million
other forms
we’ve taken part in—
reassembling
just those we wanted
to call Rob and Jane.