“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I’m beginning to get a cluster of images. They’re of islands,” Jane said at 9:40. “I don’t know why, but I’ve been doing things that way lately. Then Seth uses what I get in the material … Okay: I guess I’m about ready.” She lit a cigarette.)

In the meantime, the spirit of the desert island is almost overwhelmed by the teeming life forms on Island Three, so next it visits the volcanic one; and when the volcano becomes frightened of its own energy the spirit of the desert island says: “Peace. It is all right to sleep, all right to dream. You do not need to be so worried for your energy. It can flow swiftly, or slowly, in surges of dreams that take ages. Do as you will.”

(11:04. “I knew we weren’t going to get a break until we finished that goddamn analogy,” Jane laughed after she’d come out of a good trance. “I do think we’re going to lose readers along the way, though — this book’s getting too hard to follow. I also think it’s going to be in two volumes. I haven’t had the guts to see how much material we’ve gotten so far.”

(An aside: Jane said that toward the end of her delivery she’d been bothered by traffic noise. It was a warm if snowy night, and we had a kitchen window open for fresh air; all through her delivery I’d been aware of the traffic ceaselessly negotiating the intersection just west of “our” apartment house, of course, and had asked her to repeat a number of words. We do intend to move out of our two apartments early next year, as soon as I finish the illustrations for Jane’s Dialogues — that is, we’re going to start looking for a house we can buy.

So in one century you were Nebene, and Ruburt was indeed the “prostitute” priestess,³ and so did you challenge each other, as in different ways you do now, with tendencies that appear to be opposites, but are instead different ways of approaching the same kind of challenge. If you could understand, it would help in many areas you do not as yet suspect.

Your mother and father are alive, as are Ruburt’s parents,⁴ but their realities are not pinpointed to any given island, and they are forming alliances, but always from the standpoints of their own unique identities. Your own private identities do not need fences. They are themselves. They can combine and unite with others, yet retain their uniqueness and experience. Only your concepts limit your understanding of that prime freedom.