“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We had plenty of other things to do: I was still occupied daily with writing notes and appendixes for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality; on June 4 Jane received the page proofs for Cézanne, and began correcting them for the printer; on the 14th of the month “our” contractor began converting half of our garage into a writing room for Jane, and adding a large back porch [see the end of Note 2 for Session 801]. [...]

[...] I have a room I’m converting into a studio, and one in which to work on this manuscript. [...]

[...] Actually, she had converted my original typed sessions making up Psyche into standard manuscript form for the publisher; I still have to do many of the notes for the book after I finish my work on Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality several months from now.

(“A connection with a schedule,” Bill Macdonnel’s gallery referred to in the article is a converted store with an inset door. [...]

[...] To convert to trailer living meant that we’d have to dispose of most of what we owned, including paintings and manuscripts, furniture, files, books, and many written records — something we probably couldn’t have brought ourselves to do. [...]

The Christians, generally speaking, did not want Roman converts. [...]

This is a good place to explain that while Jane was in the hospital neither of us ever made any attempt to “convert” the people there—doctors, nurses, technicians, say—to a belief in the Seth material. [...]

[...] He was “converted” in an intense personal experience — a fact that was meant to impress upon him the personal and not organizational aspects. [...]

(Now here are excerpts from the account she wrote for me of her experiences involving the rain-puddle creature and the light on the evening of February 2. Jane’s narrative and poetry supplement Seth’s own words, and show how she became consciously aware of the unique transformation of her original poetic ideas into visual reality — and how she then carried the creative process another step by converting her new perceptions into more poetry. [...]

Using air again as a simple analogy to our fuel for the inner senses, which is converted by the various countries or planes for their own purposes and therefore camouflaged, air in its pure state is not observed easily. [...]

[...] The same article describes in some detail how the Dominican order in Portugal now has converted an old farm into a new seminary, which is “largely self-supporting, having its own kitchen, laundry, reservoir, farm, fruit and vegetable garden, and vineyards,” etc.

[...] My own idea here is that Seth/Jane picked up the three-ring design shown on each of the three glasses depicted on the coaster, and translated or converted this data into the number 8, three times. [...]

[...] Jimmy (long deceased) was a kind and outgoing landlord and restaurateur who lived with his wife and three children on the second floor of the old converted horse barn and carriage house in back of the apartment house he owned at 458 West Water Street, where Jane and I lived. [...]

[...] Long ago, the three floors of the old house, a typical turn-of-the-last-century “mansion” on the main street three blocks west of Elmira’s business district, had been converted into eight apartments. [...]

I converted this image of Seth from the full-color, nearly life-size portrait I painted of him in oil from my vision in 1968. [...]

[...] I concentrated merely on trying to convert the sounds into letters:) “Wwwwhhhheeeeeeeuuuuuuunnnnn……Aaaahhhhhhmmmmmmnn……Wwwwhhhheeeeeeee……Baaaayyyyyyeeeeeeeuuuuu……Sssseeeeeeeuuuuuuugggghhhheeeee.”

[...] What better idea than to convert half of the garage into a writing room, with sliding glass doors, and add a screened-in porch there also? [...]

[...] Finally, in 1971 Tam converted her contract for Seth, Dreams … into one for Seth Speaks. Jane didn’t keep on trying to sell Seth, Dreams … Neither did I, and somehow that perfectly good book ended up packed away. [...]