“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I began thinking about and working upon this Introduction for Seth, Dreams … late in October 1985. As I reread the book I learned that Jane devotes considerable portions of several chapters to material involving our friend, Sue Watkins — her adventures with dreams, projections, and probable realities — and also refers to her in other chapters. Sue published her two-volume work, Conversations With Seth, in 1980-81; her father died two years later. I’ve already referred to Laurel Lee Davies, the young lady who now works with me (and is helping especially with proofreading and answering mail). Ever since she arrived from the West Coast in August, Laurel had wanted to meet Sue, who lives in upstate New York. The three of us finally did meet — a few days after Sue’s mother had died on October 19. Two nights earlier, Sue had had a very strong precognitive dream concerning her mother’s death; she plans to discuss that event in the book she’s writing. Laurel made a card for Sue when we heard about the demise of her mother, and left room inside it for me to write a note. Here’s what I spontaneously produced.

I always enjoyed the lively art of conversation, said Seth’s mental voice to me.

“Uh, He says that he always enjoyed the lively art of conversation,” I said. [...]

[...] Often they remind me of other things I would like to say … I have never trusted the written word half as much as I trust the spoken word, and on your plane it is difficult to trust either, but as I mentioned, I always enjoyed conversation, which is the liveliest of the arts.

[...] The friends present had no idea we were involved in any psychic work, and the subject never came up in our conversation. [...]

[...] I had the odd feeling that the sensation was related both to the subject of conversation, and to some kind of message or communication I felt within me.

[...] Mental enzymes are actually the property of the inner world, representing the conversion of vitality into camouflage data which is then interpreted by the physical senses. [...]

This was enough to send me to Miss Cunningham’s apartment, hoping to bring up the name in conversation. [...]

[...] You were capable of normal conversation; another part of your psyche was completely dissociated and waiting for your command. [...]