“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

These are simply odd bits of information that have sifted through Peggy’s mind as she reviews memories... Something about being outstanding in a speech class, or in a play, in grade school. About sixth grade. Something that pleased her very much—her performance—it may only have been a time when she recited well, but she smiles about it.

She is already running about where she is now, and laughing, but she does not want him to be sorrowful. She is collecting her memories, and putting them in order. She laughs and says: “It is like juggling letters in the alphabet, and trying to hold them in an open kerchief.” She has them all. She is trying to make them neat, so it is difficult to tell him things clearly, now, but she is not worried.

Now. The information I have given you I derived from a certain portion of the girl’s consciousness. Disjointed memories, thoughts and ideas.

Her whole reality is far greater, and she is endeavoring to put these memories in place, in perspective, as you would put furniture into a new house. Time as you think of it has little meaning for her. You could compare the different time concepts in this way:

There have been guides to help her. She will hardly notice that she has entirely moved in, for she will feel so at home. In her case, she has been forming memory pictures of her childhood, and entering into them, and of days before the physical illness, and she has had help in these endeavors. She is learning that events that seem to be in the past can be recreated. She does not imagine that she is a child. She is enjoying the freedom of revisiting and re-experiencing certain events. This is also a sort of spiritual therapy in her case, so that she loses the identification with illness, and does not carry it with her.