“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Some seven and a half years later, Jane had been hospitalized for over ten months. We worked together during most of those days of treatment; by then, also, she had carried nearly to the limit her exploration of both her personal life and her “psychological ‘art’ “ of living. She very creatively considered those journeys and her new goals in the untitled poem that she spontaneously dictated to me from her hospital bed on March 1, 1984. It took her just seven minutes, spanning as it did two interruptions by nursing personnel,

[...] Rob waited for a few moments, wondering whether or not to interrupt me. [...]

[...] But Rob interrupted: “How far was it from London?”

During this period I was trying the psychological time exercises suggested by Seth, and often, just when I got started, Miss Cunningham would interrupt me. [...]

“What will I call, uh, Seth, in my statement?” Mark asked and Seth interrupted,

[...] “If Seth doesn’t mention my experiences, I’m going to interrupt and ask him,” Rob said. [...]