“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Second: At 5:30 I went to the restroom off room 330. While in there, the sum of $20,000 popped into my head as I idly thought very briefly about our friend, Maude Cardwell. In fact, I’d almost forgotten I’d written a letter to her last week. I didn’t try to pick up anything more. “I don’t know whether the $20,000 represents all we’ll get from donations — the fund — whether it’s from one person, is a start of something larger, or what,” I told Jane. But I wanted her to know my impression just in case.^* She was about to have supper.

(Jane ate a good lunch. I told her that I got mad this morning because I felt that the Seth material wasn’t — and wouldn’t — get the hearing it deserved in our society. I asked why the material, if it was inherent within human beings, was so much ignored. “I don’t mean just lately,” I said, “but for thousands of years.” I felt that mankind seemed to have deliberately or perversely chosen to ignore it, for probably innumerable reasons historically. Yet, why not use it, if it could help solve some of our species’ great challenges? Jane didn’t show much of a reaction, beyond saying “They’ll use it.”

(4:24. Penny, an RN whom we like a lot, stopped in to say good-bye for the day. “I’m going crazy,” she said twice, referring to the hectic day she’d had on Surgical 3 today. She’s a friend of Luke and Lois Hutter, of Sayre, whom Jane and I knew many years ago. Through a call Penny had arranged, I talked to Luke around the holidays, and Lois subsequently wrote us a letter giving us all the latest news about their family, Mrs. Potter, etc. I’d idly speculated with Jane about whether the reacquaintance with the Potters — Lois is Mrs. Potter’s adopted daughter — had any connection with my dream about our moving back to the apartment we’d had in the Potter house in Sayre.)

(While she ate I told Jane of another question I’d had in mind for some time, and asked that Seth comment: Our situation, for which we’re both responsible, is one of extremes. That is, it seems that we could achieve the same results with less exaggerated, less damaging extremes of behavior. Why did we have to go so far? I’ve always wondered about this. I granted that one could always say that the same end couldn’t be achieved by not going as far, but then, I told Jane, if one followed that line of reasoning to its logical conclusion, physical death would result — that state would be the final extreme of any form of behavior.

(It wasn’t until I was ready to leave 330 that I realized I hadn’t asked Seth to comment on my dream of the night before — involving our returning to the Potter apartment-house in Sayre. It looks like we’ll have plenty of questions lined up for you-know-who.