“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane and I worked on proofreading Seth’s book for an hour or so after supper, and then went for a walk. lt was a warm and rainy fall evening, already dark and very pleasant. There was a scattering of wet fallen leaves about.

(By 8:30 we were back home. We sat in the living room with the lights off, so that we could see outside easily. Jane had finished the Introduction to Seth’s book today. This in turn reminded her of her own manuscript, The Physical Universe As Idea Construction, which she discusses in the Introduction. She had read it again today, and it still intrigues her. She said again that she’d like to do something with it on her own eventually.

(9:00 passed almost unnoticed as we talked. I turned on a couple of lights when we finally got down to the business of holding a session. Jane wanted more material for the Appendix of Seth’s book. She said that the living room seemed “different” this evening, significant; but it was a “nice difference,” she added. She began speaking for Seth in a very quiet voice. Her pace was rather slow, her eyes closed often.)

(Pause at 9:35, one of many. Jane’s delivery was more vigorous by now, however.)

(This of course, is what happened to Jane. Pause at 9:58.)

(Jane’s voice was still relatively quiet as she spoke for Seth, but her delivery was faster and much more intense now, and she used many gestures.)

(10:26. It took Jane a few minutes to come out of a very deep trance. Her voice had remained quiet for the most part, but had become very intent. She had no idea that she’d been speaking for just over an hour. “Wow, he sure had me out that time,” she said. “I know why, too. The noise upstairs really began to bother me, so Seth put me under even deeper.”

(The effects of the deep trance lingered. Jane yawned again and again. She walked about the room, sipping a beer and smoking a cigarette. The warm rain continued. I asked Jane if she wanted to end the session, but she chose to continue in spite of her yawns.

(Jane, in trance, tried to light a book match several times, but it was evidently too damp. She finally had to put her new cigarette aside.)

That is it. (As Seth, Jane leaned forward, her eyes open wider and quite dark.

And now, I will say good evening. (As Seth, Jane slapped her knee, grinning.

(11:16 P.M. “Gee, I really feel good,” Jane said, when she finally came out of another deep trance, “but I think I can just about make it to bed.” She was yawning again, and very relaxed. The soft pleasant rain continued.)