“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Although I told myself that I knew Jane still lived, I wasn’t used to being in the presence of physical death. I made two ball-point pen drawings of my wife while she lay on her side with her beautiful eyes still open; they were blue flecked with hazel, and were as clear and peaceful as those of a child. I had the vague idea that I’d use the drawings as references for portraits that I would paint of her. They would be unique, I thought. (I have yet to paint those particular images, but still plan to do so.)

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?

Yet there can be even more to come out of the great bulk of Jane’s work. The 15 three-ring binders containing her poems, all neatly typed, for example; her essays and journals; other blocks of unpublished Seth material, one of which I mentioned in the Introduction; an unfinished autobiography that perhaps I could put into publishable shape; likewise, passages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. Enough there to do for the rest of my life, certainly, and perhaps for others to carry on after I join my wife.