“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He speaks with several male natives and an American man, from Minnesota, who deals in a business that is connected with salt. [...]

The collection will include our family trees; my father’s journals and photographs; Jane’s and my own grade-school, high-school, college, and family data; our youthful creative efforts in writing and painting; the comic books and other commercial artwork I produced; our early published and unpublished short stories; my original notes for the sessions; session transcripts, whether published or unpublished, “regular,” private, or from ESP class; tapes, including those made in class of Jane speaking for Seth and/or singing in Sumari; our notes, dream records, journals, and manuscripts; our sketches and paintings; Jane’s extensive poetry; our business correspondence; books, contracts, and files; newsletters about the Seth material, published in the United States and abroad (independently of Jane and me); the greater number of letters from readers—in short, a mass of material showing how our separate beginnings flowed together and resulted in the production of a joint lifework.

One night while Rob was busy in the studio, I decided to experiment with a crystal ball. [...]

[...] By then I was no longer frightened but merely curious and trying with one part of my consciousness to find out what the other part was up to — and how it went about its business. [...]

(Note that Seth did not answer this question directly; and I was so busy thinking up questions, writing them down, then taking down the answers, that I did not realize the question went unanswered.

(“I’ve been busy writing. [...]

[...] He speaks with several male natives and an American man, from Minnesota, who deals in a business that is connected with salt.

[...] The staff is very busy.

[...] I became extremely busy after my wife came home, making what seemed like endless calls and trips about getting prescriptions filled, about trying out various kinds of beds and mattresses and chairs and hospital gowns, about insurance, about a commode, about having a speaker phone hooked up to our regular phone so that Jane wouldn’t have to hold the standard bulky handset to her ear. [...]

[...] We had a salesman who used the place as a business address, and he was there that night. [...]

[...] On December 7 the copyedited manuscript for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality came; it’s more than 900 pages long, and painstakingly checking every word on every page of that book kept us busy until Christmas Eve; I mailed it to Tam on December 26. [...]

[...] The thing is, often we’re so busy getting the material and preparing it for publication that we don’t have the time to really study it as our readers do. [...]

[...] He feels that you do not realize that while you are both busy four nights a week, that he is highly creatively and psychically involved with psychic work, that it is not just business.

[...] And I am as busy... [...]

[...] That part of us exists apart from our concerns about careers or business, money, fame, the opinion of family, friends, or the world. [...]

[...] While waiting for the next session to develop, then, I’d busied myself working on her intro and my notes for Seth’s Dreams. [...]

[...] You had several existences together where you were involved with plants and flowers, hence, in this life, your love of flowers and the business that you had. [...]

[...] The staff was very busy; nobody hung around. [...]

[...] He tried to call Syracuse but the line was busy. [...]

(We haven’t heard from Pete this week, by the way, but Jane said she hadn’t expected to—that nothing will transpire business-wise until the new year is in.)

[...] The rest of the time we were busy with ESP class, a television show, correspondence, and other matters. [...]

If you were as knowledgeable and crafty when you were awake, then you would put all religions and sciences out of business, for you would understand the greater reality of your psyche. [...]

(I should also note that when I met Curt at the lumberyard I never really got to talk much with him, because I was so busy running down parts and asking clerks for help. [...]