“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(While Jane was reading over the 42nd session this morning after breakfast, the word disentanglement came to her mind. [...]

[...] It became abundantly clear that she was going to lose the tooth a couple of days ago, as it began to visibly descend from its socket; I could see it wobble in its socket as we ate breakfast Friday morning, and she expected to lose it at any minute. [...]

(This morning at breakfast I announced suddenly, to Jane’s surprise and my own, that light was a mental enzyme … We started tonight’s session sitting at the board as usual, without asking questions.)

(End at 12:23 A.M. At the breakfast table some hours later, Jane told me that once again she’d “worked on Seth’s book all night.”

[...] Bill told his mother at breakfast the next morning, and wrote a report out for us.

(End at 12:35 A.M. As we ate breakfast several hours later, Jane told me that during the night she’d kept waking up with ideas she thought were connected to “Unknown” Reality. [...]

[...] Going downstairs after breakfast, I saw the car was gone, which meant my neighbor had moved it considerably earlier than is usually his habit, since he leaves for work sometime after I do.

(This morning at breakfast I had announced that light was also a mental enzyme, to Jane’s surprise and somewhat to my own. [...]

(Jane finally became unable to eat breakfast before going to work. [...]

[...] At the breakfast table, I told her I thought the material was connected to the sessions in Personal Reality on the interior sound, light, and electromagnetic values “around or from which” the physical image forms. [...]

[...] You have thoughts as you have eggs for breakfast, but you are not the eggs, and you are not your emotions. [...]

[...] One morning after breakfast I lay down to try a dream projection. [...]

[...] When she began writing Magical Approach, she even surprised me by occasionally helping me get breakfast, cooking bacon and eggs at the hot plate I’d set up for her some seven months ago on the kitchen table.⁴ Although she could work at the table while sitting down, she’d given up those simple, nurturing acts of food preparation many weeks ago; her fingers weren’t working well enough, she told me at the time; she didn’t trust herself enough to handle hot food—and I admit that when she implied a risk, the chance of an accident, I stopped encouraging her to help me with meals.

[...] We met our guests at the Inn the next morning, and the six of us drove in our three cars to a nearby country restaurant for breakfast. [...]

On Sunday we went out to breakfast, and then went to some of the Samuel Clemens/Mark Twain historical sites. [...]

[...] After breakfast she wrote a very rough account of what she can remember.¹⁹ She thinks the experience was triggered by a television movie she watched last night. [...]