“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She does continue to receive encouraging letters from publishers. The latest arrived yesterday from Playboy Magazine. It was a long letter, and the editor asked to see more of Jane’s work. She met this editor some years ago. She has not met two other executives there who have taken some cognizance of her work, and we now speculate that the situation described by Seth on page 126 might apply to Playboy. It will be interesting to check future events.

(It is also interesting to note that the nodule or ganglion on Jane’s left wrist is almost gone. Seth dealt with this in the 98th session. See page 77. Seth stated that the nodule would disappear. Jane had in fact forgotten about it. She was reminded of it because of a slight ache, incurred when she held her arm over her head for an extended period of time.

(Jane had no idea of the material for the session. She was not nervous. She appeared to have fully recovered from the impact of Monday’s session. Her manner was normal in all respects.

(Again, she began dictation with her glasses off. Her eyes were dark as usual, her voice normal, her pacing rather slow although it speeded up a bit later. Her delivery was not fast, and also broken by pauses.)

As for example Freud added a dimension to your world with his discovery of the true subconscious, as far as he was able to perceive it.

Before this your psychological world was a flat one, and discoveries can now be made, and new reference points be recognized, that would have been impossible before.

(Break at 9:27. Jane was dissociated as usual. She said she felt fine, and did not know whether she needed the rest or not. We soon decided however not to press for a longer session. Jane resumed, again without her glasses, in the same manner at 9:30.)

(End at 9:39. Jane was dissociated as usual. She felt somewhat let down and disappointed that the session was so short: “It seems real odd. I feel like a person who expects company for a nice long chat, only to have them just say hello.”)

(Falling off to sleep, I saw very clearly a dark brown doorknob that was on a white door. So plainly I thought my eyes were open.

(I was with Doctor Kiley and another man who was also a doctor. Doctor Kiley is also dead, has been for some years, at least seven, and was a brother of Helen McIlwain; she was in my dream of November 8, relating to my mother and Seth’s subsequent statements concerning her death. Now, Doctor Kiley and this other doctor were joking and clowning around, laughing about another doctor in connection with my mother.

(Somehow, Doc Kiley grabbed me, spun me around in the air and hugged me. My clothes were in disarray, I told him laughing. Was the joke on my mother? Or on the other doctor they spoke of, or both?

(I remember Doc Kiley best from my grade school days, just as I do his sister Helen. I didn’t see as much of them by the time I was in high school, then college. I remember his last years were tragic ones; he killed a woman while driving, and became an alcoholic. When I was small he gave me presents. In particular I remember a toy merry-go-round. He was a big heavyset man with a square jaw.)

(Then I was in Saratoga Springs, I think. I pointed to a spot in the air beside a telephone pole, and spoke about the two men—Kiley and the other doctor—who had “crashed through” a barrier of some kind. And that’s how or why I was in Saratoga. Not clear here.

(Nan also said Playboy was a good magazine; I agreed, saying that if one was to read uncritically, as most do, then Playboy would hurt you least of all. They had good stories, and were considering my work, I told her. Nan sat on a railing or in a doorway.)

(Also saw a boy’s head with dark curly hair on an unrolled scroll of some kind. I didn’t know him. Could have been a drawing. Another glimpse of a boy also, profile, though this was not clear at all.