“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

‘Oh, sweetheart, if only you were here with me to see this,’ I said aloud to Jane. And as I talked to her I suddenly found myself crying for her again there in the semi-dark night while the wind seethed and roared. Deep wrenching sobs began in my legs and stomach and rose up through my chest. I tried to keep talking to her, but could not. ‘It must be better where you are,’ I finally gasped, ‘but you should see this. It’s so wonderful …’ And as I spoke I intuitively understood that the motion of the wind was an excellent creative metaphor for the motion of Jane’s soul, that its cool feel upon my face could be the physical version of her caring for me ‘from where she is.’ The storm of my grief eased after a while, but the wind and the light rain continued. I dozed. When I woke half an hour later the wind had diminished a great deal. I felt drained. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Was Jane’s soul resting from its earlier great commotion, or had she moved away for the moment while exploring other aspects of her new reality that were perhaps out of range to us earthbound creatures? I crawled back into my bag and slept until dawn.

That vision reminds me of a letter of mine that has just appeared in Reality Change, a magazine its editor is devoting to the Seth Material, and publishing in Austin, Texas. At her request last September, I briefly described my feelings a year after Jane’s death. I mentioned how worthwhile it would be to throughly study the continuous global healing processes that I believe constitute one of the earth’s major forces, so that we could consciously use them to “help our species lead itself into new areas of thought and feeling.” Now I enlarge upon that idea by stating that such processes should be studied amid the earth’s even larger life-and-death cycles — those making up that “flickering gentle glow” my mythical observer would see from space. I think that eventually we’ll regard all life upon our planet — or upon any other — in such terms, that we’ll be led to do so by our own needs and creative curiosity. Beyond that will lie our exploring, as Jane did, the more basic nonphysical nature of reality.

Your own working room should not be disturbed — that is, you should continue to have it. [...]

[...] For that matter, I welcome a witness, and it is time you had one for your own edification, not mine, and it should do our nervous pigeon, Ruburt, some good.

I suppose we judge those we love most in a harsher manner, but I should know better, and for once you have my apology. [...]

[...] “If you do, you should quit the whole thing.”

[...] Your condition following this and your first exercise bout should show you how badly you were in need of the treatment. When I suggested that you dissociate, incidentally, I didn’t mean that you should break up into pieces. [...]

[...] So should man’s ego be.

[...] Here we do not have a rigid bark, as you should not have a rigid ego. [...]

Neither should the ego react so violently that it remembers and reacts to past storms in the midst of clear and sunny weather. [...]

[...] They do not realize that the whole thing is self-created, nor should they in the main, since the urgency to solve problems would dissolve.

“You should call Sam and ask him where he was when you saw him,” Rob said.

[...] Or should I say morning?

The fact that you slipped so easily into this frame should remind you of abilities that you had at one time in another life; then you misused them. [...]

Ruburt, you should cease smoking. [...]

[...] Surely after our pleasant chat the other evening, you should know that nothing of this sort would offend me. [...]

[...] You should, in the future, be able to achieve the counterparts of sight, sound, smell and touch, embellished by inner counterparts of width and existence, using the inner senses. [...]

[...] Surely, I should not have to remind you of the practicality of camouflage patterns with which I am no longer concerned. [...]

[...] You felt an onrush — or should I say an onslaught? — of data in its pure form, rushing through the inner senses like a wind in a kaleidoscope because you did not know how to control or disentangle it.

[...] This was a projection of your inability and should not be taken as any condition of helplessness existing in the inner world, as I am afraid you interpreted the image.

Your own experience with creativity should help you out here. [...]

In the next session, Seth told Rob that he was doing well and should try the exercise often. [...]