“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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!

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The 15 three-ring binders containing her poems, all neatly typed, for example; her essays and journals; other blocks of unpublished Seth material, one of which I mentioned in the Introduction; an unfinished autobiography that perhaps I could put into publishable shape; likewise, passages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.

Over the years Jane’s and my work led to our receiving many thousands of letters, not only from this country but from abroad, too. I still gratefully receive letters almost every day, and still struggle to answer each one in some fashion. Without the responses of others, Jane and I often said, where would we be? Except for a few missives that may have escaped us in the very beginning, I’ve saved them all.

When Jane published The Seth Material in 1970, we were quite unprepared for the impact her work would have. Boxes and boxes of letters are now at Yale University Library, where their privacy is protected. I have many more to send now. I love every letter we’ve ever received, even the ones that are not so nice. In my opinion, friendships with those we’ve never met physically are rare things to know and experience. Often those friends gave of themselves in ways we couldn’t equal. They still do.