“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane ate a good lunch. Then she told me to get the mirror, lipstick, and eyebrow pencil. When she looked into the mirror she smiled briefly, and showed her teeth — a lot better than yesterday, when we didn’t do it at all.

(It came to me that what bothers me about the kind of book I opened today is their limited viewpoint. As limited in its way as a book on geology or clothing or any of innumerable others. There’s no questioning mind at work, no new ideas or theories — merely the familiar rehash about All That Is, love, reincarnation, and so forth. Valid enough, perhaps, but lacking original insight and individuality like the Seth material has.

(4:05. She had a cigarette, and told me that both hands were still improving and changing. “I’d like it to be quicker, but I know they are.”)

(“What do you think of the dream I had, about Leonard, Jane and me moving back to 458 West Water Street?”)

(“I hadn’t planned on asking about this this afternoon — but lately I’ve noticed that my close-up vision without glasses isn’t as sharp as it used to be. I don’t think the cause is physical. I think something’s been bugging me lately, and it’s coming out that way. It’s nothing drastic, but enough to be bothersome at times. I haven’t spent much time trying to figure it out —”)

(“It’s me,” Jane said as I wrote.