“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

All of this reminds me of my old idea of a projected book: The Contents of the Mind, or the Unofficial Contents of the Mind. After reading this first page of notes about Peg G. and the paintings, I remember my old ideas … that we organize the contents of our minds along certain lines that then become habitual.

Too often (Jane writes) we just want to go full steam ahead — we want sublime visions. But here, in these subtle (byways) of subjective action, we very well might be seeing some of these hidden psychic motions upon which physical events rest … and how today’s events and last year’s rub against each other like leaves from the same tree. And how Seth’s sessions of last August seem to apply newly to today’s events. How sneaky and obvious it all is at the same time.

Around 1:00 P.M., as Rob and I finished lunch in the kitchen and waited for the mailman, a fan turned up. A young lad who usually showed up once a year. He was the one I described in The God of Jane who felt himself to be a woman trapped in a man’s body. He has some suicidal tendencies, and I’ve worried about that. But here he was, all grins this time … alive and several pounds more substantial.

Some now made perfect sense. I circled numbers 1, 5 and 8 (see prediction listing) which read: “Snow ball machine, snowshoes, detective.” Surely they all applied to Ed’s letter in which he mentioned his Alaskan ski trip, and friends he had when he and Rob did the detective comic strip.

All of that came to mind this morning; not that it couldn’t have just been “coincidence” that later in the day I hear from Ed — after making three predictions that seemed to apply to him. But surely there is a point where feelings themselves are meanings; where the heart’s evidence recognizes intuitively what the intellect must question. And I know that those memories and thoughts were connected with my later predictions and Ed’s letter in the noon mail. I’d been reacting to Ed’s letter before its arrival.

And a kind of ghostly elegance was added Thursday when another old friend visited and showed us color slides taken in London on Xmas/New Years, 1980, and mentioned they all chimed in to sing “Auld Lang Syne.”

I get the feeling that events are getting knocked into and out of prominence all the time! But catching the motion is something else again. [Presented exactly as written by Jane.]

*6 Another old friend visits August 27th, Thursday. He shows slides of a trip. Mentions they all chimed in to sing Auld Lang Syne! (New Year’s last.)

Furthermore, Ruburt did not like the idea of making an invitation on such short notice. Then he became aware that those particular thoughts were intrusive, completely out of context with his immediately previous ones, for only a moment or so earlier he had been congratulating himself precisely because he had made no plans for the day or evening at all … about fifteen minutes later he found the same ideas returning, this time more insistently.