“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

She wrote these essays in 1980 and 1981. They were taken from her journals and edited as little as possible to preserve her original spirit. Jane usually wrote several drafts for her “own” books, but spoke her books by Seth in final draft form.

Rob and I started talking about them as I sat on the bed, and we got ready to retire. I remembered and described three of them, thought there was a fourth, but couldn’t remember it. This is the first time we’ve discussed those paintings in … ten years?

On Wednesday I must have picked up on Peg’s visit earlier that same evening; her visit to Lib’s, her specific interest in the paintings. She asked someone to check the name because she wasn’t sure they were Rob’s work. Then later that night, relaxed, sitting on the bed, somehow those inner perceptions (of mine) would have surfaced … but without revealing their source. I can’t remember why I began the discussion, for example. So exactly what unconscious processing went on?

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.

Larry was telling me that he had a new job, running the cash register at a convenient grocery store, and I nodded but the (shivery) feeling persisted till the next moment when I checked my predictions.

The predictions weren’t the greatest, but they had a satisfying feel. I figured that “snow ball machine” and “snow shoes” were my interpretations to describe any snow equipment. Besides skiing Ed probably used a snowmobile and snowshoes. So I granted them as fair-enough predictions, particularly in summertime when normal associations didn’t usually involve snow. I also granted a “fair” prediction to “detective.”

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.

3, 7: Just note. Evocative but not definite enough. A fan (Larry), here from Pennsylvania, says he has a new 2nd job — in grocery chain convenient market (that sells basics — nothing fancy; eggs, milk, beer, etc.). Larry drinks only milk (at one time).

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.]