“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told Jane that I’d had a half-remembered dream of my own last night, involving my going back to work for Stu Komer of the old Artistic plant. I was working on a new kind of greeting card that could, I think, actually be quite successful. If I had time I’d make a dummy of one to show Jane how it works, for it utilizes two pieces of embossed paper and messages to deliver its import. Quite original, I think, a creative accomplishment. I said I wouldn’t mind Seth commenting on the dream.

(Jane described her own vivid dream of last night, which I can only approximate here. It involved Jane washing the internal organs of a woman who’d died and had been well-known to a group of people—someone like Jane herself. Involved also was a puppy and other elements. I thought the dream very positive, and showed that Jane was shedding old beliefs and starting anew with new ones.

Later he finds a pyramid-shaped pile of dead puppies, representing the death of old beliefs that had lingered from his childhood. He then discovers a newly-born puppy, fully alive, and this represents his finding and claiming the new spontaneous, creative portions of his being. He is on the way to register the puppy and claim it at a local police station, which means he was introducing this portion of himself to all other parts, and legitimizing it with the authorities—meaning that he was accepting it wholeheartedly under the auspices of the new authority of the self. The police usually stand for discipline, the puppy stands for spontaneity, and that spontaneity and order are united.

(4:28. The body seemed to progress along its own intuitive program of working one part after another. Jane’s left foot got going good, rotating, as her head lifted. Then the head and torso lifted up and went from side to side. “It’s all right,” Jane repeated to herself. She rested. “The right leg did do new stuff, though.”

(As soon as Carol left, Jane’s hands began to hurt and rotate in a new way at the same time, as if the palms were trying to turn up. “They haven’t been able to turn up in years,” Jane said. It was another great sign, I told her. Her right arm lifted and rotated. I hated to interrupt her new motions by turning her on her left side, but she was ready to go. She said the fingers on her right hand are trying to loosen, as I massaged them with Oil of Olay. I went over her body as usual, dehypnotizing it.