“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Our cat lover laughs [Seth’s nickname for Peg, who dislikes cats]. [...]

[...] She had pointed to our hall door, beyond which our black cat, Ru, had been calling after someone let him in the back door. Still somewhat in trance, Jane let the cat in, etc. [...]

[...] Now as we waited for tonight’s session to begin, our 14-year-old cat, Willy, dozed on the couch beside me. At the same time our black cat, Rooney, who’d died in his fifth year, lay in his grave in the backyard of the house on Water Street.⁶

[...] Pete didn’t call, and I didn’t do a damned thing except get up, clean up, get the paper and feed the cats, eat breakfast and go to work marking up Chapter 4 of Dreams, which I finished typing a couple of days ago. [...]

1. We called those three very penetrating sessions private, or deleted, because they grew out of our own reactions to David Yoder’s challenges, to the illness of our cat Billy, to the playful antics of Billy’s littermate Mitzi, and to several other personal matters. [...]

[...] Our cat, Willie, now became active. [...]

[...] There are two more physical Marks, one created by Ruburt, and one by your cat. [...]

“In this room, then, there are four physical Ruburts, four physical Josephs, and four physical cats. [...]

[...] Our cat Willy was quiet for a change as session time approached. [...]

[...] Our cat, Willy, now became active as break wore on, and as he has done for most recent sessions. [...]

[...] There are at this time still two more physical Marks, one created by Ruburt, and one created by your cat.

In this room, so to speak, there are four physical Ruburts, there are four physical Josephs, and there are four physical cats. [...]

[...] I found the ribbon in the bed of our cat on about June 20. [...]

[...] As stated I picked the red ribbon used as object from the bed of our cat on about June 20, with little idea of its history. [...]

[...] The result of this activity is that I find myself focusing on a few things I think really important: Writing, painting, my love for Jane, the sessions, the house, the cats, etc. [...]

He has blocked me several times when the cat lover and Jesuit were here, and the circumstances were good for a spontaneous session, particularly good, in fact. [...]

(Seth may have made his humorous reference to a cat’s whiskers when he did because our cat, Billy, had just meowed rather frantically as he chased a dusty-looking moth through the living room.)

[...] It is highly important, but it is, if you will forgive me, as natural as a cat’s whiskers. [...]

[...] You have helped your cat to progress so well.

(I did no typing last night, but typed this session this morning after taking our cat, Billy, around the house on his morning jaunt. [...]

(“Did our cat see it?”

For reasons that we will mention later, the cat did sense the apparition. [...]

[...] Without breaking delivery Jane tried to shoo him away; but the cat persisted, so Jane finally stopped talking and pointed to the cat. [...]

[...] Our cat Willy jumped up into Jane’s lap as she spoke. [...]

I do not mind the cat, but I do not like fleas ... [...]

[...] And the vet had given me flea powder to use on the cats themselves. [...]

[...] Our beloved monster here (the cat) intuitively knows what is involved, and you know intuitively, but we want you to understand consciously. [...]

[...] Seth’s closing reference to a “sweet creature” was a reference to our sweet cat, Willy, who midway in the session had hopped up on the couch and snuggled himself tight against my left side as I took notes.)

[...] I left the breakfast, the cats, the house, turned off the lights, and drove down. [...]