“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I did remember a vivid dream of last night, though, and described it to Jane. With a young agile man, I’d climbed up the rough outside red brick wall of an apartment house—several stories up, at least, and climbed in through a window into my own apartment. Jane wasn’t in the dream. I had been a little nervous about the climb up the sheer wall, but had managed it okay. So had my younger friend. Now, I refused to go back out the window and down the wall, like a fly or an animal might. Instead my companion was assigned this job: Each day his task was to climb back out the window with perhaps three looseleaf volumes of the Seth material tucked under one arm. With the other, and his feet, he was to maneuver his way back down the wall, with only a white rope as an aid, until he reached the street. I saw him do this, and wished him good luck. I do not know what he was to do on the street, or ground level, with the notebooks.

(Jane had also had a very positive dream, she said. It involved her flying, material about the world—newscasts—and her rediscovery of some beautiful objects, including a sofa, that may have been hers before. To me all these activities meant that she was preparing to return to the everyday world of activity.