“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Even so, through her school years Jane didn’t particularly talk about her thoughts, or the abilities she sensed within herself — not with her mother, the priests she came to know well [and who didn’t approve in any case if she carried her religious devotion, her mysticism, “too far”], or even with her grandfather. Jane wrote about her inner world instead. She had boyfriends, but no dreams of marriage, children, or keeping house. Essentially, then, she “felt alone” in her constant desire to write.

“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.

“I thought that life was a gracious gift, and that we were ‘given’ the natural world along with it. I’ve always been grateful for that. I felt that each person had a purpose, but I didn’t think you had to search for it, because I naturally wanted to write; and that was my purpose. I never questioned it.”

[...] I didn’t think we’d get any material on my own picture tonight.