“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Come out at a quarter to eight,” Jane told me at 7:15, “and we’ll have a session.” She’d mentioned a session earlier in the day, and so had I. At the same time she’d slept in her chair most of the day, and was doing so again at the card table, when I finally got out there at about 7:55. She was partially disoriented when I called her: “I thought I’d already had it,” she exclaimed. “Also, my hands seemed to be a couple of inches away from where they really are....and my feet....”

(Today I’d asked her if she come up with any insights on her own as to why she was still sleeping so much in her chair, even after being home from the hospital for six months. The steadily increased thyroid medication hasn’t seemed to influence the dozing at all, though we’d expected that it would in the beginning. Jane said the question had scared her, because she’d been wondering the same thing. I was afraid resistance was still involved.

(To my surprise, Jane launched into the session before I could finish the above notes; I had to return to them after the session. Considering her sleepy state of a few minutes ago, her Seth voice was very good, her eyes open and dark, pauses as usual.)

(8:37 PM. Jane was quiet for some time after the session. For the first time in a long while, I’d say, her delivery and manner was much more like the Seth of old —firm and amused and emphatic in turn, and free of tremor, with pauses as usual.

(I haven’t made any effort toward dismissing a move to Sayre, myself. Jane hasn’t mentioned it lately. I will try to remain open about it, and trust that the means for it will come through Framework 2.... I explained that I’d become quite interested in the Fred Conyers thing because I’d been reading a couple of pages a day of one of the manuscripts he’d left us: The Rule Book of Love: A Seth Book. I thought the title intriguing. I also thought portions of the manuscript itself were intriguing, quite acute, mixed up with Fred’s obsessions and compulsions, his personal life and family, his far-out ideas, his attempts and frustrations as he tried to use the manuscript as a vehicle toward understanding himself as he attempted to uncover the secrets of his personality: He thought them locked away from his understanding by the very device he had chosen of speaking for Seth. Inaccessible to him consciously. I’ve also learned that Fred has a wife, Heidi, and at least one daughter, and that he did—does —live in Denver, Colorado.

(As I told Jane today, a study of the affair would be fascinating in many ways, particularly as it would have to involve Fred’s behavior and beliefs as associated with the Seth material. I have yet to even unwrap his other manuscript, The Christ Book. Fred has it wrapped in brown paper and so much yellow string that at first I thought he’d used a rope like a clothesline as a binder.

(“When I get comfortable in my chair, then I start drifting,” Jane said as I worked on these notes. “I go to sleep....” And she did it again. She woke up confused: “Didn’t I have a cigarette going? I thought I did....” She’d gone through the same reaction re smoking earlier in the evening. Finally I did read the session to her. “I’m sitting here feeling funny in the funniest fashion,” she said, “without being able to explain what I mean.” We had snacks of toast and milk and headed for bed shortly after 10 PM.

(A note: Michaellen Grangier, a woman in her 30’s, who has muscular dystrophy, visited last night. I talked to her on the back porch until I got pretty chilled through [temperature was in the high 30’s]. She’d sent us a tape a few weeks ago—which we haven’t played yet—and has done some writing for Reality Change—Maude Cardwell’s Seth newsletter published in Austin, Texas. Michaellen is to return to California today. She left Jane a couple of tapes of songs [by others] and a piece of healing quartz. For the past week she has been visiting a relative who lives on Underwood Avenue here in town—not much more than a stone’s throw away.

(“What are the chances of that happening?” I asked Jane. “They must be very much against it, mathematically. Here someone who’s associated with Reality Change, way out in Texas, and who knows about us through our work, has a relative who lives on Underwood Avenue.... incredible.” I added that even she must have been surprised when she first heard of us and realized that we lived in Elmira; she couldn’t have known, then, that we lived that close to Underwood Avenue, where she had a relative.