“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Maybe if you’ll let me mutter on,” Jane said, with nearly a laugh. “I even have these dreams that you can wish me out into the car and take me down to those hills in Pennsylvania.... And I even wonder about the woman [Mrs. Anderson] who lived in this house, and committed suicide later—though it’s no big deal. I don’t feel suicidal, as far as I know. Although I feel very scary about doing something like yelling or pulling my hair or something like that—I don’t know—losing control, and yet when I look around our room I never fail to take note of the room and the red couch cover, and how beautiful it is.”

(“I have no idea. If I could just put my head down and relax I’d be so relieved—then maybe I’d switch over to a session.” Her forehead nearly rested upon the tabletop. “I guess after the session last night I got more frightened. I had a hell of a time last night—I went into dream states and hallucinations the whole night. When you came in [at 1:15 AM] I wanted to get up, but I believed what you said, that I had to get off my ass for a while.... I started talking to the people giving the news on TV [channel 13], and Chris’s mother [whom Jane has never met; Chris Hover cleans the house every other Sunday], and to you and other people. But I always feel their presences, as if they’re really there....”

(2:26. We took her into the commode, but she wouldn’t lie down after going to the john. I had her back in the living room, at the dining room table, within 10 minutes. She dozed, her lowered forehead nearly resting on her hands clasped on the table top. “I’m all right,” she said.