“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There has been the inner sense of a void to be filled, a fear of identity escaping and running outward—my cup runneth over, and there will be none of me left, you see. On the other hand it has always been natural for the personality to turn outward in an easy manner, and with exuberance, so that in past lives we find two lives strongly devoted to the nurture of others. But in these cases the personality was filled with an inner dread, and to some extent resented those he helped. If he were out helping others, then who will mind the store? He was afraid his stock would be gone.

The efforts on the part of seed life were unappreciated. There was a limp in the left foot that was there always in that existence. At birth the doctor did not grab you too gently, and held you by that heel. The doctor being hardly of the professional caliber, but your mother’s 12-year-old niece. Who was at hand did the work at hand.

(Jane’s pace had been on the slow side through most of the delivery. She’d had some visions, and described them as of the monastery, “or a castle,” some such large building of stone or brick. She saw cultivated fields to the back and left of this building. Beyond this were high overgrown fields, she said, with a river or stream beyond that. She also had fleeting glimpses of a monklike figure, seen from the back.

(Seth did speak briefly the next evening however. He came through for Jane, Tam and me after a small party was over, our guests had left and the three of us were alone. Actually this was at 2 AM on Sunday, September 8. I made no notes at the time. Seth greeted us, gave a few voice effects which were controlled because of the hour and the proximity of other tenants, and expressed his willingness and capability to continue until six in the morning. This he could have done easily, but none of us were up to it.)