“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(After all our hurrying to get supper over with—rather later than usual—we seemed to run out of steam. Jane sat half-dozing at the card table, and I tried to focus on reading some of last week’s mail. She surprised me at about 9:15 by saying she might try for a session, since by then I’d thought it too late. She said she was doing the same thing she did last night before that session: getting scared, lapsing, while at the same time she tried to get comfortable on her backside. We waited and waited. Then, in a voice quite strong and firm, but with many pauses:)

(I must admit that the moving idea—to Sayre, as Jane has been mentioning lately—hadn’t occurred to me. It will be a hassle. My first thought is obvious, I suppose: The time it will take. I love the way wildlife abounds in the area of the hill house. This attribute is one that I never even thought of in the past, when I’d remark that I wished we’d never left Sayre, and so forth. I think that my appreciation of wildlife has grown considerably since we’ve encountered so much trouble physically in our own lives: the sheer ability to move with nature’s grace and skill has gradually become very important, and to me the animals express this quality perfectly: the ‘coons, the deer, the dogs, cats, rabbits, mice, chipmunks; the birds, and yes, even the insects....)