“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Right now, I feel you and I and the house and the whole bit supported by some great force that swirls around the house and the trees and through my body, so that it circulates through my blood. And I really feel that according to whatever terms we want to use, this is God’s great motion, moving and supporting me. Just as it moves and supports all of the earth. But I could sense that motion, and can now, rather than just intellectually say the words.

(Long pause at 9:10.) But that our fears lead us, so that at times we’re almost bound to interpret such events as life-threatening, and that’s why we called the doctor, of course. (Long pause.) Right now I still have the feeling of that force or motion, though, and emotionally I do identify with it. I feel supported in that manner. I feel Robby and the house and our entire existences supported in the same way—and this, I know, is part of the magical feeling that Seth talks about. Right now I’m certainly grateful for it.

I think that all art is created at that level—that is, with that sense of support that isn’t our own alone but a part of the great force that sustains all of life. (Long pause at 9:17.) In any case I feel all that in my body now. I feel that way. I think Rob and I should sit after dinner a little bit each night for a Seth session or for some other development such as this.

(Long pause at 9:20.) I’d just as soon wait a minute, to see if that’s it for the night, or more develops, or what—but the feeling does tell me that things can and will work out as long as you realize that this is true. And that once you realize this is true, nothing can stop things from working out well. Rob said something earlier tonight about the letter from John Nelson seeming to be a good sign—and it is a sign, and a potent one, and I feel that Rob’s working on Seth’s book, and my own writing and my own bodily behavior are supported, again, by that great motion, which moves us in the proper directions for us. Now I’d like to relax or wait a minute or something, I don’t know.

(9:25. Jane sat quietly. Our cat, Bill, jumped through the open kitchen window and came over to my chair. After pawing around he jumped up into my lap, which is a bit unusual. Awkwardly circling, he tried to settle down, purring, as I tried to complete these notes. His eyes, his motions, his fur, were beautiful—an excellent example of that “supportive action” that Jane had been talking about.