“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Four weeks ago, I wrote in the opening notes for the 854th session that Jane wasn’t sure of Heroics as the title for her new book. She’s been using it ever since, though — until late last night, that is, when she finally agreed that she did have the definitive and very original title that she’d been searching for all along: The God of Jane: A Psychic Manifesto. “Is that too daring, too far out?” she asked me. No, I told her, I thought it was an excellent title, and that it said exactly what she wanted the reader to know.¹

(Once again now, Jane was quite relaxed. She had been most of the day, and by supper time she’d even thought of skipping the session. The situation wasn’t without its humorous aspects, however, for Seth himself seemed eager to go: As we sat for the session Jane said she was getting material from him on several topics. “Over there — to my left — he’s talking about the limitations of our kind of personality. That is, why would we say we’re limited if we didn’t feel there was more to begin than we usually think there is?” It was another of those ideas that are quite obvious, once mentioned. Jane was also picking up on Seth’s dictation for tonight. “But I don’t care what he talks about,” she said, “as long as he starts out with something and keeps me going.”

(10:32 P.M. Jane’s delivery had often been fast and impassioned, even with the indicated pauses. She’s begun to slow up toward session’s end, though. “There’s more there, but I got so I couldn’t get it,” she said, referring to her very relaxed state, which she still enjoyed. “But I feel this generalized material, then Seth zeros in on it specifically. I think that the session tonight was one of those concentrated ones, where you get a lot in a short time….” I told her she’d done well.)

1. Jane originated the key portion of the new title early last Sunday morning, when she got up at 4 A.M. to have breakfast and make some notes for her book. Through the open patio door she listened to the first bird calls, summoning her outside to watch the foggy dawn unfold. She was entranced. “No one else was watching what I watched from my personal viewpoint that morning,” she wrote an hour later. “I felt as if I were being privileged to view a beginning of the world … or of my edge of it.

“So, in that moment, I named that part of me the God of Jane, and that designation makes sense to me, at least. In those terms, we each have our personal ‘God,’ and I am convinced that the universe knows us no matter who or where — or what — we are. I think there is a God of Mitzi, and a God of Billy, for each of our cats, and that each consciousness, regardless of its status, possesses this intimate connection with the universe….”