“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(4:38.) Your dream, Joseph, as you supposed, represented a state of mind and of confusion. It was not, for example, precognitive, but it did inform you — using images and feelings — of the picture that was sometimes painted in different terms by your conscious thoughts. Ruburt could have had the same kind of dream, for example.

(Jeff Karder had been in to see Jane this morning, and had seemed pleased enough as he examined her bedsores, and so forth. He’d also agreed that she could forget the sleeping pill at night before sleep, and stick to just aspirin — a definite improvement. He hadn’t, however, held out any hope that Jane could get to sit up, because of her broken right leg, and this had depressed her. She said she had decided to stick to book work and do the best she can. I felt somewhat discouraged also, and agreed there was little else we could do at this time, since nothing else seemed to be working. She did read a little better today, without her glasses, but I still ended up reading the last session to her.

(My dream Seth referred to took place yesterday morning, and was so vivid I lay awake for an hour after having it. It stayed with me all day. Because is was so vivid, it would make a great series of paintings. It obviously expressed my conscious fears about our situation, and in it I ended up lost amid old factory buildings, with the car gone. I was naked, saying, “I’ve lost my way,” to a girl, possibly a nurse, seated at a desk in a cavernous, vacant, rust-red old room. I’d even found myself exploring the town dump of Elmira — only the landscape looked volcanic, beautiful in its own way, heaped with gray fine ash like the surface of the moon, almost.)