“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I described my vivid dream of last night—in which I’d been rummaging through a bunch of items on the top shelf of our refrigerator. I routed out a number of tall cans of cat food of various brands that had been hidden at the back of the shelf, behind the other stuff. The cat foods were of various brands, the labels brightly colored. They’d been accumulating there for some time, I knew.

(“Can you say a word about my dream of last night?”)

You and Ruburt interpreted the dream correctly—the idea being that nourishment can come in many different cans, or under many appearances—already prepared, already available and at hand, even though you may not at first realize the fact.

(Then in 330 this afternoon I began to scratch again, and discovered red irritated spots on both lower legs and on the forearms to a lesser degree. I began to feel uneasy—that the cause wasn’t really physical. I used the pendulum briefly in the bathroom while Jane was having a cigarette, and learned that the bothersome effects were caused because I hadn’t been working on Dreams as much as I felt I should. I’d spent considerable time on the Cardwell letter, had been interrupted by the visit of Betts and Loren, and so forth.

(I felt relief after the pendulum, and much more at ease through the afternoon. Now the itching has returned as I type this session, particularly on the lower legs. I’ll use the pendulum again, but may ask Seth to comment tomorrow if it persists. I really do dislike taking time away from Dreams in the morning.)