“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.

(2:30. Jane ate a good lunch. Afterward I read my letter and Maude’s to her. “Your letter is terrific,” she said, an excellent piece of writing.” I hadn’t thought of it that way particularly. We discussed many possibilities swirling around the fund idea. The idea was new to Jane, of course, and I wanted to give her time to think about it. I said I’d merely write Maude a note of acknowledgement at this time anyhow. Jane said she’d also dictate a letter eventually to the group. She was very reserved about Seth possibly delivering a message for them. Our answer could range all the way from yes to no, with any combination of stops in between. I thought Seth could comment today, but I expected no detailed response there either at this time. One thing became quite clear as we talked: The fund idea abruptly led us into looking at our beliefs and motives and “work” in new ways—a valuable service right there.

In your dream you were both persons—the young man and yourself. The height of the building represented the heightened state of awareness upon which our work rests. That work must then be “brought down” from that stage of consciousness to the ordinary one, and to the people of the world—an enterprise—

—that can appear most arduous at times, when you begin to think about the work involved, while the other part of you goes calmly on, bringing the books to the public one by one, so to speak. I do not mean by the term “rarefied atmosphere” that you live in a world superior to other people’s—only that our work is, in those terms, uncommon, highly original, and in many ways mysterious—for it confounds many of the conventionalized concepts of the daily world in which you live.

Again, I am delighted at Ruburt’s improvements, and each improvement that shows is only one of many others that will also appear.