“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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. As always, Seth had done his part, and more, as the record in The Way Toward Health shows. Yet he too acquiesced to Jane’s death when she made her decision to go. There were no protests on his part, no recriminations about his voice “being stilled forever,” for example. Nor did I feel any sort of rebellion — only a state of numb acceptance.

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. Later, when I could be alone, my tears began to come. I cried each day for more than a year. Yet the day after my wife’s death I’d gone back to work, finishing Volume 2 of Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment. What else was I to do?

And as Jane survives, so does her work. 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. This happens with me, too. It also happens with the audio tapes from Jane’s ESP class, as she speaks for Seth, or as herself in exchanges with students, or as she speaks and sings in her trance language, Sumari. What wonderful signs of survival all of these things are!

I’m proud to have helped Jane and Seth make their contributions in our complex and very creative system of things in this reality. I thank them — just as I thank each and every one of you, dear readers, for your past, present, and future contributions. 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.