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[...] Although one can say that her life is over in this reality, her lifework isn’t. Many have written that her books are new each time they read them — that they’re constantly finding new material in them. [...] What wonderful signs of survival all of these things are!
[...] Each one of us is part of the great mystery of All That Is, then, which we explore together, yet each in our own way.
Also, copies of all of the Seth sessions — regular, private, and for ESP class — are in the collection of our papers at Yale. Much other material is there also: I’ve spent several years assembling it. Practically all of this is open to the public, free of charge, with but a few restrictions as to how much can be copied for personal use. Sometimes my permission is required.
[...] The end of the Seth material — or is it? Now that my emotions have calmed down somewhat after proofreading The Way Toward Health, I can deal with that question at least a little bit.
[...] The 15 three-ring binders containing her poems, all neatly typed, for example; her essays and journals; other blocks of unpublished Seth material, one of which I mentioned in the Introduction; an unfinished autobiography that perhaps I could put into publishable shape; likewise, passages from an unfinished fourth Oversoul Seven novel, in which Jane dealt with Seven’s childhood; a book of her paintings, with commentary; several early novels that I still believe merit publishing. [...]
In the days that followed I attended to the cremation Jane had decided upon long ago, took care of legal matters, paid bills, spoke briefly with a few friends. Our gravesite is not in Elmira. [...]
[...] Except for a few missives that may have escaped us in the very beginning, I’ve saved them all.
[...] Boxes and boxes of letters are now at Yale University Library, where their privacy is protected. [...] I love every letter we’ve ever received, even the ones that are not so nice. [...]
Although I told myself that I knew Jane still lived, I wasn’t used to being in the presence of physical death. [...] I had the vague idea that I’d use the drawings as references for portraits that I would paint of her. [...]
During her last days in the hospital Jane simply stopped eating, and I knew that her transition to another reality was near. I was with her when she died in her sleep at that early-morning hour in September 1984. [...]
