“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I have long delegated your kind of emotional activity to unconscious behavior, in your terms. Our focuses are different, yet the overall coloration of your experience does come through to me, and through this delightful personality (humorously), I can to some extent relate to it.

You set upon this adventure, the two of you. It is meaningless to say that the books are Ruburt’s. Your ideas of “perfection” and love of detail, or if your prefer, your feeling for the significance of detail that appears exteriorized in your notes, is as present in the inner consistency of the material itself as given by me.

This brings me to a particular point—difficult to describe.

(“I can’t even explain it,” she said. “It was a really weird thing. It was as if I was trying to communicate with my big toe from my head, or something. It wouldn’t even be verbal. But it was as though I was talking to some other part of me that was that far apart, or away from me....”

(“And I had the feeling that the whole thing was in the color violet,” Jane said after a few minutes had passed. “And now I feel Sumari in the back of my head.... in words....” and she recited a few. They came out easily. “All of that was completely unsuspected by me,” she said groggily. She felt the effects of the beer. “I can see how it’s all tied up with that stuff I typed this afternoon—on Wheeler’s stuff and that letter I got the other day....”