“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This morning while I was at work, John Bradley stopped by briefly while on a hurried business trip to give Jane some information relating to a prediction of a narcotics scandal that Seth had predicted for Elmira in the 63rd session, of June 17. See page 158. Seth stated the scandal was due within three months.

(John also wanted to call to Jane’s attention a news item in the Elmira paper for Aug. 23, 1964. This appeared on Sunday, the day we arrived home from vacation, and we did not know of it. The story was largely a refutation of an article concerning drugs in Elmira, published by a national tabloid, the National Mirror. Ironically, while Elmira authorities were denying this story, there appeared in the column next to it an item detailing the theft of a doctor’s black bag, containing narcotics, from the doctor’s car in one of the local hospital parking lots. I am keeping both of these items on file.

(This evening after supper, while busy with other material, Jane received the thought that it was time to begin work on Book One of The Seth Material, a project we had discussed sometime before vacation. She thought the title should be The Physical Universe as Idea Construction. She came to the studio to tell me this, and that she also received the thought, evidently from Seth, that Donald Wollheim, her editor at Ace Books, could or would write the introduction for Book One.

(Jane said she thought she might be able to have a session. I did not encourage her, not knowing whether it was a good idea. In a few moments she returned and asked me to bring my notebook to the living room when I finished cleaning up, which would take a few minutes.

(Finally I sat with her, ready in case the session developed after all. It was still light out; classical music played on the radio. Again Jane had been coughing all day, but when she rose to begin the session the coughing virtually disappeared. She began dictating in a voice a bit deeper than usual; her pacing was slow, her eyes dark as usual.)

(Break at 8:30. Jane was dissociated as usual, and ended the monologue with a smile. During break, I jokingly remarked that it would be a great help to us if we knew who would be interested in publishing the material. I did not expect an explicit answer.

(Jane had coughed but a few times. She resumed in a normal voice at 8:34.)

(Jane smiled, then paused at this point. She also turned off the radio, which had been playing since the session began.)

(And here Jane’s voice was most amused.)

(Jane, one foot on a chair, pointed emphatically at me. It will be recalled that Philip is the name of John Bradley’s entity. Now Jane laughed as she continued.)

(And Jane rapped not so gently upon the table for emphasis.)

(Break at 9:06. Jane reported that she was far, far out. She had coughed but little, yet did not recall whether or not she had. My writing hand was getting somewhat weary.

(The only comment I had to make on the above material during break was that Jane would have but a limited time in which to start bringing in money from writing, since our bank account would not last forever. Jane resumed in a determined voice, staring at me, at 9:10.)

(Again Jane banged upon the table to make her point.)

(Break at 9:27. Jane was dissociated as usual. She had not coughed at all. She resumed in a quieter voice at 9:30.)

(End at 9:45. Jane was dissociated as usual. My writing hand was somewhat tired.)

(Larry O’Toole, it developed, rented for the summer the “front room across from a beach.” This room is part of a cottage that is joined to another cottage in the crowded Provincetown area, and both units are, actually, directly in back of a business establishment that faces on Provincetown’s main street, Commercial St. To reach them it’s necessary to use an alley around the business establishment. To explain the rather complicated setup, Bill drew a map for Jane and me, and my copy of it is included with these notes.

(Let it be stated that neither Jane nor I have ever been to Provincetown, anywhere on the Cape. I spent one day in Boston about 23 years ago while in the service, on my way to an airfield in Maine by train.

(It might also be noted that Bill was a witness to the 68th session, but not of course the 75th. At the 68th session, Bill, Jane and I made tentative plans to experiment at set times for telepathic communication while Bill was at the Cape, but these plans did not materialize.)