“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I’d ordered a turkey dinner to go with Jane’s. They weren’t bad, although my pie was left off the order. I brought home some of the leftovers for another meal. Jane had a little trouble with the turkey, which wasn’t the tenderest in the world, and ate a lot of dressing and gravy instead. It seemed weird not to have cranberry sauce with the Thanksgiving meal, but all in all things worked well enough.

(“The reason I asked that question is because I started wondering if you were up to your old tricks again—stewing about things,” I said. “Especially without telling me.” Jane didn’t agree or deny that she’d been worrying. “Well, it seems like you must be doing it,” I said. “That sort of thing simply must go—we can’t afford to have such thoughts any more, they’re too destructive. I don’t want you falling into that old trap of worrying all by yourself—we just can’t have it. And all of this applies to me as much as it does to you, in case you think I’m setting myself up in a superior position.”

(Jane said she knew I wasn’t doing that, and she agreed with what I’d just ranted on about. She also agreed that we’ve made a lot of progress. The funny thing is, I told her, with all of this I think I’m just beginning to glimpse the possibilities in this new way of thinking about life. It’s at once absurdly simple and hidden—until you acquire certain new habits. The giant strides necessary involve striding across one’s concerns over impediments, and focusing upon ends. No matter what any impediments may seem to be, they have to be set aside in order to attain that larger goal. “That’s the key to our new method of living,” I said, quite enthusiastically. “That’s the key to our salvation right there.” Jane agreed.