“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(10:59. I raised a hand to Jane in trance, signaling her to be quiet. For the second time I heard a gentle scratching-rapping at our front screen door. It was a humid night and our living room door was wide open. A young man who had hitchhiked from Oregon stood in the darkness. “You’re too late, man,” I said. On the lawn behind him lay a guitar and a heavy backpack.

(Since I liked him—Michael— as we talked, I sat on the front steps for a few minutes with him. Our neighbor Marian came by, looking for her dog; she stopped to talk to us. By then over half an hour had passed. I gave up on the session. Jane laughed inside the house. We invited our guest in for a beer. He was from Port Arthur, Texas. He was quite intelligent, a musician who had written an “opera,” he told us. Like a number of our other recent callers, he was traveling around the country, seemingly free of all ties, doing odd jobs on occasion, but living on little money. In a way I envied them. Michael had no place to stay, regardless of the weather.

Our work is affecting the lives of millions—of millions (repeated in answer to my surprised look at Seth), through direct readership, and through the influence of those readers upon others, who may not, for example, even read the books, or who may read rarely in any case.

Whenever you reinforce the ideas of threat, defense must be built up. Some threats are realistic and some are not. If you concentrate upon your daily, natural prime events, you will not live under a constant sense of threat. There are too many periods of safety, if you take advantage of them.