“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Today she was much improved, psychologically, at least, and so was I. We talked off and on for much of the day, between interruptions like Rusty and Hal dropping in, my going shopping, etc. We agreed that from now on the sessions, and Jane’s own sessions, will have to come first in our lives, even before books or deadlines, so we take it from there. “Boy, it sure seems like a strange night to me,” Jane said as we sat waiting for a session at the card table at 8:27. She was restless and quite nervous, lapsing—for the first time—into periods of what approached a sleep state. “What if I try to have the session and nothing happens?” she asked. I told her everything would be fine. Part of the reason we both felt better was that we had made some decisions that offered hope: the food therapy, the sessions, etc. I really believed what I said, and still do.

(Pause at 8:43.) It attracted you—you felt the pull of needed change (with gestures), but this change had a new sense of attraction. Such periods happen often in a lifetime, of course—such intersections into probable realities, where you suddenly feel that the time is particularly right, or can be, regardless of the desperation or need or sometimes precisely because of it.

(Long pause at 8:43.) Deplorable as world conditions seem, for example, as man’s desperate need for self-understanding is made known to himself, so in that world also there is a time of sensed change: new values that “will take this time.” (Firecrackers next door.) This applies now privately to some of the people that you know, but in particular it applies to both of you now. Period. (More fireworks at 8:46, but Seth wasn’t bothered.) These periods involve accelerations, sensed while they may still be invisible, and it is this kind of period that you have just now entered into. I will have far more to say whenever you decide our next session should be—tomorrow evening or whenever, as you embark upon your new saga—and for now I bid you a fond good evening.