“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane often enjoys being up and alone in the early hours of the day. She rises before dawn and makes herself “a simple quick breakfast” — just so she can read, make some notes, and watch the sky lightening outside the kitchen window. She listens to the first songs of the birds. The telephone is quiet. And, as she just wrote for me, on April 3, 1976, “I always feel an odd, right, somehow sturdy satisfaction, as if someone should be up to watch the day come; and it’s me.”

“… I have more sympathy and love for myself now. By making myself better I can really do something to … change a small part of the world. Maybe that’s all I’m responsible for — odd thought — what else did I, do I, feel responsible for? But if people loved the part of the earth that makes up their bodies, then they’d treat themselves more gently. And the earth would know. Like I feel the day knows, when I watch the dawn come.

“I was going back to bed when my last lines suddenly reminded me that I still feel the way I did when I was a young girl; that some part of the dawn does come for me; personally; and that to some extent time didn’t exist before I was born. My birth brought a certain element into the world that wasn’t there before. And with me, I brought time. This happens when anyone is born, but most people don’t feel it — or don’t seem to … Together all of us on earth form time and contribute to its design and to history. This happens whenever one of us is born or dies. I guess I’ve always felt that way.