“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(8:29.) Give us a moment.... There are times, you see, when certain foods are of great benefit, and times when they are not. A few “natural” milkshakes with ice cream, or sodas, such as you purchase in any American drugstore (with much amusement), can be quite beneficial at times, even though they would be considered quite antinatural by the natural-food organizations. The body at times needs certain kinds of fats, and at other times does not—so when you make too many food laws (pause), then there are at least indications of the old Jewish dietary habits. So much of that you learn as you go along.

(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.

(I was amused during the visit to learn that “two little old ladies, one who’s interested in your stuff and one who’s a skeptic,” waited in the car in the driveway while Michaellen and I talked under the porch light. She sat in one of the porch chairs while I stood up so I could move about and keep warm. Every so often whoever was driving the car would start it up so the heater would go on. But in the dark night I could see only the hood of the little car, and never the two old ladies. The car could have been sitting there running itself as far as any other signs of life were concerned. We talked so long the two ladies must have become quite impatient waiting.... Michaellen and I embraced and kissed as she said goodbye, and I wondered what her companions thought of such behavior between strangers, right out there under the light.