“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(However, I’ve also discovered that I’ll have to watch my time if I want to get anything done—for “time” can slip away like smoke as I do chores, help nurses take care of Jane, or cook meals or take care of the cats or run errands. [Soon the grass, which is turning green, will need cutting, too.] I became quite concerned over the time element this afternoon when I saw that it was 2:45 before I could get back to the typewriter, when I’d quit work at 11:30 AM. By the time I could go back to work, I was in a half-angry, dejected mood. Jane picked this up, of course. I ended up taking a nap.

(“Well, I guess I’ll do a Seth thing tonight,” Jane finally said, and rather to my surprise, “but it won’t be long at all....” When she did go into trance as we sat at the living room table, her voice had a distinct tremor—more so than on Monday night [April 12] and a farther-away or more distant feeling or sound. With many long pauses:)

(These represented key points, I told Jane. They were very important, for they’d leave the body free to heal itself. “We’ll see what develops. I wonder what you’ll be doing six months from now, if Seth’s right?” I asked. “Pretty interesting.... The body finally became so desperate to free itself of that rigid Sinful-Self superhuman image that it took itself into the hospital for a month—even if it did almost die in order to get itself in there. But it got rid of that image....” Jane agreed.