“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Of course, I welcome our Jesuit and cat-lover, as always. (Seth always referred to Bill as “The Jesuit” because of his quick, inquiring mind and to Peg as “the cat-lover,” humorously, because of her strong dislike for cats.) After a few more personal remarks, he launched into the discussion.

[...] “Is one of the cats out?” Jane asked right away, looking around. Billy, our eight-month-old tiger cat, was sleeping on a chair near us. [...]

[...] I laughed, telling her her behavior reminded me of our cats this morning, when it was so cold: Both Billy and Mitzi had barely stepped out onto the picnic table from the kitchen window, when they reversed themselves and hopped right back into the house. [...]

[...] I think there is a God of Mitzi, and a God of Billy, for each of our cats, and that each consciousness, regardless of its status, possesses this intimate connection with the universe….”

(However, I’ve also discovered that I’ll have to watch my time if I want to get anything done—for “time” can slip away like smoke as I do chores, help nurses take care of Jane, or cook meals or take care of the cats or run errands. [...]

[...] Now, the cat lover’s attitude has a healthy effect on Ruburt, regardless of its basic legitimate nature. [...]

The cat lover will not want to admit some of this, for it seems to accuse the Jesuit, and she feels he cannot stand any more strain. [...]

[...] I say this because I would indeed, Marleno, be more helpful, as I have tried to be with the Jesuit and the cat lover. [...]

[...] By the Jesuit and the cat lover Seth meant of course Bill and Peggy Gallagher, who have witnessed quite a few sessions. [...]

Now to a lesser degree, and in a different fashion, your cat (Billy) also reacted. [...]

(This data was quite unexpected by us, although this afternoon I had mentioned Mischa to Jane in passing, remarking on a similarity of pose struck by our cat Willy as he stood in the studio, intently listening to a sound outside. [...]

[...] Obviously, I am saying that “deadly” viruses do not “think of themselves” as killers, any more than a cat does when it devours a mouse. [...]

[...] Today I picked up the lawnmower from the dealer who services it; tomorrow I take the cats, Billy Two and Mitzi, to the vet for their first encounter with Doc Davidson. [...]

1. See the 639th session in Chapter Ten for material on the life and death of our cat, Rooney. [...]

[...] A three-piece outfit… I pick up one two five here again and I believe our friend, the cat lover, enters the shop and that the ensemble is in the window… La Rue… I do not know, a street or does she rue entering the shop? [...]

[...] The Jesuit (Bill Gallagher) and the cat lover (Peggy G.) were balancing factors. [...]

And I can tell you, though neither of you may be pleased, that the incident taught the cat lover and the Jesuit much, and through direct experience. [...]

[...] The teachers squabble over their methods and the cats will play. [...]

[...] Jane had talked about how much she loved nature, and how she wanted to see the house one more time, and the cats. [...]

[...] Willie is our cat.)

These are impressions having to do with the Jesuit and the cat lover. [...]

[...] What difference could it make that we ever sat in this room, or had sessions, or moved furniture, or stroked the cat? [...]

[...] … It goes without saying that a bird’s death is inevitable, but a cat killing a bird does not have to juggle the same sort of values with which a man must be concerned. [...]

[...] I think that my appreciation of wildlife has grown considerably since we’ve encountered so much trouble physically in our own lives: the sheer ability to move with nature’s grace and skill has gradually become very important, and to me the animals express this quality perfectly: the ‘coons, the deer, the dogs, cats, rabbits, mice, chipmunks; the birds, and yes, even the insects....)