“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now. Ruburt—(then to me:) are your fingers tired?

(Jane got up for a cigarette, moving cautiously. Her eyes were still very dark and luminous—a sure sign of her trance state. I said nothing. “I’m just sort of half and half, I think,” she said. “He’s just stopping because of your fingers. This is sort of crazy. You wanted to rest, but I see you’re writing.”

There is such a preoccupation with what she has not that she is completely blinded to what she has. Now when you receive her reaction to this session, we will hold another. Know that she is held and loved, and that life itself will sustain her, and let the demands upon life drain away like sand between the fingers.

(To me:) Will your fingers stand it?

Now as you know from certain signs, I am quite prepared to go on for some time, giving you literally whatever information I can concerning Ruburt’s condition, or your friend’s, but I realize the hour is late and your fingers tired. Make your own decision. I have done, and am doing, the very best that I can, out of love for your friend.