“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She was so much in pain that I ended up giving her at least ten minutes of what I thought were good suggestions. Hypnosis may have entered in. The bout seemed to help her relax; her arms and hands became easier and looser. She seemed to lay in bed more easily, and referred to the experience several times through the afternoon. I’ll try more such things. She loved the wild flowers I brought in from the house.

Alone, they carry within themselves the splendor of unknown knowledge, and they arise from the deep founts of Ruburt’s life, containing within themselves the neighborhood and world in which he grew, the power and vitality of the people he knew, the resourcefulness and energy that composed reality. Hidden within the sessions there is the splendid vitality of Father Trenton, his (Jane’s) mother, his neighbors and teachers — but beyond that the sessions connect and unite the annals of existence as he has experienced them, so that in speaking with my voice, and for me (quavering), he expresses the blessed vitality and acknowledgments of the universe, as even through the sessions the sweet universe acknowledges his own presence and being. And the two of you together also live within one life that expresses multitudinous voices, and sheds its own mercy, gladness, and joy, out into the world at large, enriching it, renewing the springtimes, and never truly ending.

(4:02 p.m. “That’s it,” Jane said. “I don’t know what he meant by the “Let us continue,” but that’s the last sentence I got. I don’t know — I couldn’t tell whether it was a hello or a goodbye …”

(She nodded. “I feel so weird I don’t know what to do.”

(“That may be a good sign — a sign of change. Let me know what you want to do.”