“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At 9:30 she told me Seth might go into my dream of May 27—yesterday—in which I drove an automobile down West Water St. at 90 miles per hour, without harm. I also mentioned my Boy Scout dream of May 22, in which I saw her walking normally, and my vivid dream impressions of my father, of May 15, in which I woke up crying. I’ve begun a small painting of this last subject. All dreams are on file in dream notebook #2.

(Our dream discussion before the session led me to voice a question about dreams that I don’t think Seth has covered in just that way. Sue Watkins visited us last night, and related several recent dreams in which she saw Jane functioning normally physically. [I’ve also had others in which Jane was okay physically – walking well, and so forth.] “But what happens,” I asked, as we waited for the session to begin, “after I have the dream about you, for example? Do you receive it? Do you accept it or reject it, or does it do you good on certain levels? How come, with all of these positive dreams, you aren’t improving physically to any observable degree? If you get the messages we sent you, do they do any good at all?” The questions would apply in any dream exchange among people, of course.

(Jane was “just mad,” though, as we waited for the session to start at 10:10. Mad about it all, she said. “What good does it do for Seth to go into me? None that I can tell....” She’d been upset about her painting too, of course. She’s been trying to follow her impulses more spontaneously recently, in light of the recent session material, and I think has shown good improvement there. But she was blue earlier today, when various portions of her anatomy bothered her. Her legs have bothered a lot lately, and she’s felt down at times.

Let us look at his painting. He digs into it, this present one, concentrates. Forgets how much he loves to paint, and considers all the problems involved in a new technique. And considers how he can never be as good as you in that regard. He uses effort. He forgets his ease, and the same thing applies to “trying to get better.”

The speed applied to the energy generated by Framework 2—energy that transforms the road or ground so that you do not have to travel the road in the same old fashion, that is, I am answering the dream’s question (all intently). The idea of the sessions, accepted on their own merits, applies easily. You cannot make them apply (underlined). You allow them to flow.

Your father dream. Your father represented your father, but he also stood for your version of the race [species] of man itself, of the nameless old men seemingly worn down by age, the lack of communication between nameless fathers and sons. Yet the old man does sleep in a gigantic shoe that is also like a cradle, from which he and all of civilization continue to emerge. Your question was why the lack of communication and compassion, the inarticulateness of love? And as you consoled your father, you tried to console humanity. And how? Through expression of the words, but also through your art, for you saw all art as an expression of love, a love in which the old man and civilization was ultimately held.

The withered foot (of my father) represented any and all deformities, and the great gap you felt existed between man’s ideal, and his actualization of it.