“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane was quite relaxed. “Now I don’t know what to do — I could go to bed or continue the session for hours. …” She’d spent most of her day writing lyrics for rock music — for reasons not necessary to go into here — and now that activity reminded her of a poem she’d written in May 1963, well over six months before she began speaking for Seth. She recited the first verse:

(Instead of ending the session she took time out for a peanut-butter sandwich and a glass of milk. Then at 11:15: “I’m just waiting …” Then: “Now I’m getting different things but they aren’t clear, so I’ll just wait …” Then at 11:20: “I’m getting one of those frustrating things that’s too big — too massive, really, — to be verbalized. There’s a sense of strain. I’m trying to go beyond myself … Now I’m almost getting it …” Jane, half smiling, bemused, shook her head. “Well, I’ll see, Rob. I’ll just see …” She lit a cigarette and took off her glasses. Quietly at 11:50.)

I am more aware of my reality than you are of yours, but the terms of being are the same in every place and every time. They bring forth the greater comprehension of each self, of itself. (Long pause.) Ruburt experiences now what he calls a massive quality, a physical and psychic expansion of consciousness in which the dear familiar world seems small — yet twice precious. So does it appear to my consciousness.⁷

(12:05 A.M. Jane said her “massive” feeling was gone now. She added that she didn’t think she’d held anything back; but at the same time, she had sensed information we weren’t ready for yet — or that, to put it another way, lay in our future.)