“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Today at 9.40 AM a telegram from Anne Healy informed me that Blanche Price died early today. I quit work at 10, did psy-time, trying to contact Blanche with no results. Then tried to sleep, thinking that it might be easier for her if I were in a dream state. Had difficulty falling asleep, wasn’t sleepy and at 11 decided to forget about it. Instead fell to sleep at once to have the following strange dream. I think it is a therapeutic one; I have been requesting one from the subconscious. It involves some projection, I think, and is one of those dreams where I was now and then aware of my dreaming condition. I’ve forgotten some of it, and am not sure of some of the early sequence.

I run ahead of the other girl, and around her, really hunting her down, yelling again dramatically and accusingly: “I ask myself, where are all my friends who were going to write no matter what, to work no matter what happened. Where are they all and now I work alone?" I almost chanted this, and more that I’ve forgotten. [...] I said to some of them, “Do you know how to work the pendulum?" As I said this I knew that they did before they answered, yes. [...]

[...] Can’t remember how this worked out, but it was all right, they weren’t as sick as they looked or something.

As we sit talking I notice some mail on a room divider, am surprised, and think that it must have come before Rob left for work, as it has been opened. [...]