“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(On Wednesday, March 27, we received from Jane’s publisher the page proofs for Seth’s second book, The Nature of Personal Reality: A Seth Book.¹ No session was held that night. Actually, correcting the proofs — carefully scrutinizing well over 500 printed pages word by word, checking and rechecking notes, spelling, punctuation, and so forth — kept us so busy that we suspended the next eight scheduled sessions, covering a period of 26 days. Ordinarily Seth would have used those sessions to deliver work on “Unknown” Reality. We disliked interrupting our creative rhythms in that fashion, although in the meantime Jane kept ESP class going as usual, coming through as Seth and as Sumari within that context. And we told ourselves that Seth was perfectly capable of resuming work on “Unknown” Reality whenever we were ready to do so, whether the time lapse involved one week or six months.

(Such was the case, of course. And once again, Seth used a “fresh” event — a dream experience of mine that transpired on the third night following the last session — as a basis for his book dictation tonight.

One of the writers mentioned in the first paragraph of this note is Lee R. Gandee. Tam Mossman edited Lee’s autobiography, Strange Experience, which was published in 1971 by Prentice-Hall. In Chapter 9 of his book Lee describes a double dream experience of his that also contained strong precognitive elements. Here’s the capsule version of the event that he sent to Tam after I’d asked Tam if he knew of anyone who remembered having such dreams:

“As for double dreams, yes, I do dream two at once sometimes. If you’ll go to page 144 of Strange Experience, you’ll find my account of two simultaneous dreams. In one of them I’m on a troop train [in World War II] traveling to Karachi, India, and in the other I’m asleep in a cold barrack. I wrote in the book that ‘I was conscious of every movement, sound, and odor on the train, yet conscious that I was in a barrack that was very chilly. I was also aware that both the train and the barrack were dreams, and that my body was in the chilly tent at Leesburg, Florida.’