“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Two and a half years ago I wrote in the closing notes for Session 869, in Chapter 10 of Mass Events, that she had finally received from Seth the full title for this book: Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment. Mass Events was published eight months ago, and we have been receiving a steady flow of inquiries as to when Dreams will be issued. We’re glad to try to answer questions like that, but our correspondents cover many topics and express many viewpoints—and some are hard for us to handle. As we waited for the session Jane gave me two very long letters she had received yesterday. I felt sad after reading them. We think that both writers express extreme points of view, and that both are much too adulatory of us. To answer one letter would draw its author to our doorstep at once: “I am your Seth,” and: “I will visit you as soon as I hear from you.” The writer of the other letter, while praising our work, is caught up in questions of conventional religion: “I keep wondering over and over again whether Seth is a demon or a deception. What do you have to say about this?” We don’t feel like justifying ourselves.

Reluctantly, I agreed with Jane that she’d better not answer the letters. I could sympathize with their writers, though, for each one had communicated with us out of a deep need, and is searching for insight into the creation of a personal and mass reality. Often I remind myself that each note I write in connection with the Seth books, or send to a correspondent, represents my attempt as I compose it to grasp a little bit better the interior and exterior realities I am creating for myself. My trust is that this self-examination helps others.

(Long pause at 9:22, then intently yet humorously:) When you stand at your physical doorstep you look inward at an incredible glowing psychological venture. I am not using symbols in such statements, and hidden within them are important homey clues. Period. Each spoon that you touch, each flower that you rearrange, each syllable that you speak, each room you attend to, automatically brings you in touch with your natural feeling for the universe—for each object, however homey or mundane, is alive with changes and comprehension.