“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

This was true long before the Seth sessions ever began, and it is generally true. In such a state, regardless of its cause, any individual is more sensitive to inner data. I am making this plain, naturally, for your own benefit.

I would always catch any real possibility of danger. I would catch any occurrence that would be strongly disagreeable if it were actually going to occur. I would know beforehand, but I am not necessarily aware of what you might consider possibilities in that line, unless I use particular effort, so these possibilities are not considered by me. In the particular instance that we are discussing, if such a session would have led, if held, to a strongly unfortunate situation, then I would know in advance, and not hold such a session.

I am aware of your resumed psychological time experiments.

(This, I can testify, is certainly true. In recent weeks alone, my work has improved remarkably; I am objective enough about it to be able to see this. In several recent paintings I have solved problems, almost effortlessly it seems, that I have been contending with for years. It may be coincidence that the studies are finally paying off, but it is also interesting that it should happen at this particular time. At times while working recently, I have had an almost magical ability to achieve whatever it was I wanted to do.)

I will here close the session. We are doing well. Nevertheless I want to make sure that our precious balance, in terms of energy involved and so forth, is maintained, though I am in fine form and per usual could carry on for hours.

My best regards to you both. I am in the mood for capering, but I will stick to my word like a gob of glue. Good evening to you both.

(November 3, Tuesday, 11:30 AM: Not much of anything. I saw a mechanical gadget of some sort, quickly but not clearly enough to describe. I don’t know what it was.)

(November 3, Tuesday 7 AM: Getting dressed for work this morning, I abruptly had the rather clear thought that I should walk back to my studio and look out the back windows, because I would be able to see that a car was parked in front of the garage, blocking the exit of my car from the garage. Looking out the windows, I received a jolt when I did see a car so parked, blocking off the exit of my own car.

(A rather crazy experience today—I will separate it into parts as it was divided, part in the morning and part in the afternoon. I am writing this while I am still not myself as I do not want to fall off to sleep as I am tempted to do, don’t think it wise, and would like to describe both experiences while they are still fresh.

(I put in my usual morning writing hours 8:30 to 11:30 and then tried psychological time according to schedule, from then until noon. I set the alarm clock, lay down in the bedroom, closed my eyes and relaxed without giving myself any suggestions except that for complete relaxation. Was in good relaxed state but nothing was happening or anything. I said to myself, “Am I really going to make a good sale soon?” [meaning a book or story] and the words, “Evelyn’s grandmother,” sprang to mind. I figured that was meaningless and ignored it.