“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told Jane that last night I’d had another long, torturous dream in which I’d been pursued through rooms by unknown men who were after me for some unexplained reason. I always got away and hid, in room after room, but the dream was an upsetting one, like that I’d had a week or so ago, when I’d lost my way amid a series of deserted factory buildings on the edge of Elmira. I still recall that one vividly.

(Seth was almost amused and understanding at once. After the session I told Jane that he’d said more than he realized — that in the case of predictions it would be wise of us to remind ourselves that his sense of time is indeed far different than ours, that much more time could be involved on our parts than on his. This in turn had reminded me of my dream of months ago, when from the elevator tower of the hospital I’d looked out a window to see checks from the insurance company lying on the asphalt at the side of the left front wheel of the car. I’d interpreted that dream to mean that a meaningful settlement was still far away from us, but there nevertheless. I do not recall the date of the dream without checking.