“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She was indeed very relaxed, sitting as she was with her head bowed, leaning forward on the couch. Leonard Yaudes had just left. Today Jane had worked a little on page 6 of her “Manifesto from the Sinful Self”—a long dissertation from that entity that she’d started to get yesterday afternoon. [She’d slept ‘till noon.] The material had begun to flow quite effortlessly because of her concern over what I’d written in my notes for Monday’s session, about her being unable to take care of herself physically any longer. As soon as she’d read that passage on Tuesday, she’d begun to talk about it, to question me, so I knew it had struck a sticky point.

(The day before yesterday we received the first copy from Prentice-Hall of God of Jane. Today I picked up at the office for her the new reading glasses Jim Adams prescribed for her. [He’s out of town.] They seem to work well for her. Although she can read much more comfortably now, she still has the double vision. A note: It appears that the family of raccoons inhabiting our fireplace chimney may have left—or so it seems.