“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now it seems that my own purposes in preparing these volumes were too gargantuan to ever accomplish more than partially. I wanted to show the ever-widening vital reactions that Seth’s dictation of “Unknown” Reality had on our personal lives, and how those effects rippled outward. It’s almost impossible to describe the creative frustration I sometimes felt — for no matter how fast I worked to record the sessions themselves, noted our day’s activities, hunted down the references pertinent to a given discussion, I couldn’t truly keep up: Reality kept splashing over the edges of my notes. New events kept happening, surfacing from usually hidden dimensions.

It seems clear now that Seth knew all along that this would happen. The creative explosions begun with these books still erupt, for “Unknown” Reality does seem to have a life of its own, one that defies definition, and that even now serves as a springboard for new psychic and creative experience. Talk about probable realities! This manuscript seems to possess dimensions that place it — and Jane and me — in many probabilities at once. As I type its pages for the final time, I’m back at our old Water Street apartments, and in our new “hill house” at once; I’m referring to 1975 sessions and recording Seth’s dictation on his latest book as well. Sometimes I feel like saying: “One reality at a time, please.”

Long before I finished my part of “Unknown” Reality, Seth and Jane had started their next book: The Nature of the Psyche: Its Human Expression. I recorded those sessions, of course, while keeping up with my own work. Jane finished her Psychic Politics, and began some new poetry and world-view material. She was taking calls from readers in all parts of the country, trying to keep up with the mail, participating in an occasional radio interview, and, for most of that time, conducting her classes. And oh, yes, both of us also did a lot of ordinary living, such as moving and getting settled in our new home and entertaining friends now and then. Yet none of those “outside” events were fully removed from “Unknown” Reality. They found their way into the pages, the sessions, somehow, even if only by feel or inference. For how could any one event not jostle all of the others in lives so closely bound?