“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(After her visit I began to feel a resurgence of the same uneasy, even panicky, chest symptoms that I’d experienced on occasion before while Leonard has been sick. These sensations persisted through the evening; they certainly felt physical in origin, even while I tried to tell myself to forget the whole thing. I was mad at myself. I felt badly as I took out the garbage, went for a walk, etc, and when I went to bed I nearly had to get up again because the feelings intensified. But I soon fell asleep all right. However, in the morning the symptoms returned as soon as I woke up, and have lasted at various pitches of intensity through the day. By session time they were somewhat diminished, but were very inhibiting during the day, making me hesitate to do the things I’d ordinarily do without a second thought, such as drive to the post office to mail Jane’s intro for Sue’s book Conversations With Seth.

(Jane was so relaxed by session time, so “out of it,” that she didn’t think she could manage a session. I told her to do as she pleased; I hadn’t asked her to have Seth say anything about me. She decided to try for the session. As I sat on the couch Billy, who is much improved now, curled himself up half in my lap, so that writing as Seth spoke was more than a little difficult. Yet when Jane went into trance her delivery as Seth was fast and steady:)

(Pause at 9:59. Seth probably used his 90’s analogy because the other evening on TV Jane and I saw a program about Eubie Blake, the jazz pianist, who is still performing on stage in his late 90’s, and doing very well at it to. His fingers seemed to be as flexible as a child’s. Incidentally, he talked about taking care of his hands. He played one of his own songs on camera. He’s black, by the way.)

(10:12 PM. Jane came out of trance quickly, but before I could even tell her how good I thought the session was, she now told me that lately she’s been picking up from Seth that animal consciousness is turned inward to form the civilization of nature, and that ours is turned outward into our physical civilizations—but that ours have to be built upon that civilization of nature.

(By now, speaking, Jane had fallen into a mode of dictating to me as I wrote; this was different than her simply telling me something in ordinary terms. It wasn’t Seth speaking, but her own delivery was quite precise and unhesitating, and she paused just as Seth did to give me time to write down her words. So from here on I’ll put her material in quotes:

(“I guess that’s it,” Jane laughed as she paused. “I don’t know what it was. I guess it’s Seth—one of those in-between things....”

(10:29 PM. “I know that’s from Seth,” Jane said. “I’m sure it’s from a line of his that I got in the john the other day, but why does it come through that way? Well,” she said, pleased, as she moved over to the couch, “that’s one of life’s little surprises. Maybe next time we can ask Seth how come I got it that way.”

(As we went to bed Wednesday night, I told Jane that I thought the material on the body consciousness was excellent—the kind of thing we’d never heard before. It reminded me also of a comment Seth had made months—years—ago, to the effect that he had reams of material, untouched, on the body consciousness. I’d always been interested in asking him about that, had we the time.)