“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The day was warm—better than 60 degrees—when I got to 330, and sunny, though the sky soon began to turn darker. Jane was doing well. She saw Fred Kardon this morning, who asked her his usual questions. He told her she’s having blood work done tomorrow morning, so the level of thyroid medication can be checked, as it is monthly. He said she’s still getting quite a lot of the Synthroid for a person of her body weight.

(I was working with the mail. sorting it by date, when Jane said, “Will you write something down for me?” She actually thought it might be from Seth—she could hear his voice reciting it, I believe she said. It’s poetry; I’m presenting it line by line as Jane told me to divide it after the session.

(At the start this evening, she’d been unsure that Seth was involved. We talked about how Seth has said he wasn’t a poet, way back at the beginning of the sessions in 1963. “That was probably because he didn’t want me to think he was challenging me,” Jane said. “Of course he’s a poet. A lot of his stuff is poetry, it always has been.”

The poem invokes all of Ruburt’s abilities to unite and work together. In its own fashion the poem states Ruburt’s purpose—the purpose that was his, and always will be—but here the physical and spiritual are reunited, and each is strengthened and aroused.