“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(No session was held last Wednesday night because Jane and I were so busy checking the copyedited manuscript for James. I had the book wrapped for mailing today, but I didn’t leave the house. A massive snowstorm had developed by noon. It was raging stronger than ever as we sat for the session at 9:15; drifts were piled several feet high against the northern side of the house, and against our new screened-in back porch facing the west. Now the forecasts were for the storm to continue through the night.

On a very few occasions over the past years, before a session Ruburt has felt a distance between us, or that our material was not quite ready. I have already explained that sometimes I leave you a “tape.” Usually that takes care of any such instances. This evening, however, Ruburt somewhat sensed not only a distance but also the larger complications of my activities.

These frameworks, while I speak of them separately, exist one within the other, and each one impinges upon the other. To some extent you are immersed in all realities. In a strange fashion, and in this particular case, your conflict with your notes⁴ had to do with a sense of orderliness aroused by the need to assemble facts. But [this was] then carried over so that you wanted to keep your Roman (reincarnational) world and this [present] one separate and not merge them through association — as you did — so that it was difficult to know this when you did your sketches. Subjectively you wanted to put the worlds together, to explore the similarities and so forth, but practically you wanted to divide them for your notes.

(11:15 P.M. “Boy, I really felt different while that was going on,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance. “I had a sense of power that I usually don’t get. I’m glad I waited. I guess I feel like I’ve been someplace else, or something like that. I have a feeling there’s something new in the session, but I’ll have to figure it out….”)