“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Since I hadn’t finished typing the 633rd session yet, Jane asked me to read her the last couple of pages of it from my notes.)

(“No, I’m okay.” Seth-Jane’s pace was rather slow.)

(As Seth-Jane delivered this material, my mind flashed back many years to a summer day when I was about eleven years old. With my two brothers I sat in the back yard of the house in which we grew up, in a small town not far from Elmira. Our next-door neighbor’s cat, Mitzi, had caught a field mouse. She played with it in the grass; with conflicting feelings I watched Mitzi, of whom I was very fond, block off each attempt of the terrified mouse to escape — until finally, having had her sport, she ate it….

(The Mitzi episode in turn reminded me of a series of little poems Jane wrote a few years ago. Many people call them Haiku — the Japanese verse form — but they are only reminiscent of that category. We have several of them pinned up on our walls, among them this one:

(10:27. This had been one of Jane’s longer trances. It had been a deep one, too — yet she remembered hearing the thunder when I asked her about it. She was eager to have me read Seth’s material back to her, but then: “Oh, wait a minute… I’m already starting to get more, and I want to get up and move around first.” To give her a break, I went outside to look for our oldest cat, Willy. The younger one, Rooney, was in. Resume at 10:44.)

(End at 12:25 a.m. “Wow,” Jane said when she was out of another excellent trance. “I’m tired now but Seth’s still got plenty left….”)