“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I thought I heard Teresa [help me, help me], sounding as though through closed doors. Jane said Teresa “was really going last night.”

(Then she said that off and on for a couple of hours last night she got very blue—awful, she said —crying and calling for me. This was before midnight. Then she was fine, and slept well. Actually she didn’t elaborate very much on the episode. I thought her spell might fit in with Seth’s recent material that her blue periods would gradually vent themselves away.

(4:00 PM. We’d had no interruptions. I read the session to Jane. “That session could be quite significant,” I said. I was also puzzled. I asked Jane if Seth’s use of the word “explosive” was apropos, and she said it pretty well was. This made me realize that the episode had been much stronger and longer-lasting than I’d thought.

(4:38. “I thought Seth would come back,” Jane said, “but it’s getting late.” I told her I was ready at any time. Resume the session at 4:45.)

(I told Jane that it was most interesting, the way Seth had said she drew upon the feelings of others upon her floor last night. Not only was telepathy involved, then. I wondered how often the same thing happened in hospitals. It must go on all the time—and in other places where people gather, for others reasons, also. It would certainly be a practical use of such psychic abilities, I thought.

(And Jane, now I’ll tell you that as you had a crying spell last night—so have I at various times since you went into the hospital last April. I remember that once I woke up in bed, after midnight, and burst into tears as I thought about you. The spell must have lasted for at least half an hour; it went on and on. Other times I would suddenly begin crying as I ate breakfast, or heard a familiar song on television, or sat at my typewriter working on Dreams. I always knew that these episodes were therapeutic. They began to taper off after you resumed the sessions in early October, and I haven’t had one now—not outright crying—for several weeks. But for a long time—months—I lived with tears just beneath the surface, you might say, as I wondered what was going to happen to us, why you were so sick, what we’d done wrong all those years, and so forth. I learned to live with those feelings, but it was a different kind of life than I’d ever known. For a long while I was resigned to them.