“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(No session was held yesterday, Sunday, January 8. However, there are several events from yesterday that I want to summarize here.

(First is my dream of the night before, which I described to Jane in case she had a session and Seth wanted to comment. I dreamed in color that Jane and I had moved back to Sayre, Pennsylvania — my home town — to Mrs. Potter’s old apartment at 317 S. Elmer Avenue. However, the place was more spacious, and bore elements of 458 W. Water Street, in Elmira, New York, also. I walked around the large rooms, saying to Jane, “See, this place isn’t bad at all. It’s a nice setting, we can make a go of it here.” We were in town, protected, and looking out the windows I saw more spacious yards than actually exist there. I liked the near-downtown setting, and so did Jane. Elmira is only 18 miles from Sayre.

(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.

(Third: At 6:10, as I began feeding Jane, the thought of Steve and Tracy Blumenthal crossed my mind quite definitely, without being terribly intrusive. Here too, I hadn’t been thinking of them — had forgotten, in fact, that the day was Sunday, when they usually visit. I suddenly knew they were going to call the hospital. A few seconds later I heard high-heeled footsteps in the hall, coming around the corner, approaching 330. A woman we didn’t know knocked, then came in to tell us that Steve was on the line, and wanted to visit Jane this evening. Jane said okay — after 8:00 p.m. I told Jane I hadn’t even had time to tell her of my impression before the woman — who perhaps was a volunteer answering the phone — came to us. In other words, I’d picked up the fact of the call while the woman walked toward us and I heard her. It’s possible, I speculated, that the very sound and rhythm of her footsteps helped trigger my conscious realization of the call from Steve.

(Jane had a good day, although a bit of a problem trying to read the session from the day before. She also wore a small patch on her left elbow, which she’d knocked somehow — perhaps in hydro — so that it was quite sore.)

(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.”

(If I wasn’t at my best today, neither was Jane. She admitted it, that she’d been blue. She tried reading previous sessions, and after taking a break in-between, did manage to get through them, but it wasn’t easy. As usual, though, she finished up better than she’d been when she started.

(Jane’s Seth voice was a bit stronger today.)

— and abundance, and it may seem as if joy in living was an attribute only of the young.

(There was much noise in the hall. Penny had left the door to 330 half open.)

(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.

(It was snowing as I went out to the car. Not as badly as last night, though, when I’d had to be quite careful driving home.