“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Since Seth gave us the material on therapeutic dreams last Wednesday, I began suggesting that I would experience one, as I was in a bad mood generally speaking and had been for a week; also I felt poorly with aches and pains etc.; nothing serious but annoying.

(At 10:30 AM, I checked the clock and I awoke at 11 AM, so the following two dreams took place within the half-hour period. The first dream was entirely forgotten until I had completed writing my notes on the second dream, then I recalled the first one.

(The first one was not pleasant. The second one left me with strong feelings of joy and discovery, seemingly out of all proportion to the dream itself.

(This is the first dream. I was in bed, and then I realized that I heard voices in my head; was not at all sure that this was a dream. The voices were very loud, independent, each quite different from the others, and I believe, all male voices. I was frightened because I couldn’t turn them off and they seemed to go on as if the people they belonged to had no idea that I could hear so clearly. However, I do not remember what they said. The volume was startling in itself. Finally I shook my head and yelled out. It was as if there was a radio in my head that kept switching from station to station.

(The voices continued. Then I realized that my small transistor radio was at the head of the bed, that the voices were coming out of two speakers on it. I switched it off, relieved to find such a simple solution. But the voices kept on. Now I got out of bed [in the dream], went into Rob’s room and found that another radio sat on the bookcase where the Seth material is kept, and that the voices were coming from this radio also. As I reached out to turn the radio off, I received quite a severe, though harmless shock. As a result I was afraid to touch the radio again, or yank the cord, so I left it and went into my room, the living room. Here the dream becomes unclear. Perhaps there was an electric storm outside, and electricity of some sort in my room. I don’t recall that the voices bothered me now or if I heard them, though I had not turned the back radio off. From this scene I went directly into the second dream. The earlier fear was gone.)

(I am in our living room. It seems very dark, with two rather than three windows, and the middle one is blocked partially. I look again and now it is bigger and brighter than it ever was; the third window is back, but now it is moved out further, extending the room several feet. [Actually this must have to do with our hopes of having our kitchen enlarged.]