“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I left at 7:05, after our usual routine of Rescue Remedy Cream which we’d forgotten yesterday, for the first time—massage with Oil of Olay, a nap, supper, and the prayer. [...]

(Jane ate well, and for dessert had some cake and ice cream. [...]

[...] I apply the Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] I applied Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] He will enjoy the cream. [...]

[...] You sat on a bench, eating ice cream piled into a cone. [...]

[...] The shape of an ice cream cone. [...]

[...] The shape of an ice cream cone. [...]

[...] Georgia brought me ice cream without me asking for it. [...]

[...] She also wanted to try the ice cream, but hadn’t done so.)

[...] A few “natural” milkshakes with ice cream, or sodas, such as you purchase in any American drugstore (with much amusement), can be quite beneficial at times, even though they would be considered quite antinatural by the natural-food organizations. [...]

[...] Perhaps cream colored, and originally tinged with gold.

(I gave Jan Stimson money for ice cream rolls for the staff’s Christmas party. [...]

[...] Which reminded me that I’d applied the Remedy Rescue Cream earlier today. [...]

(The envelope object for the 62nd experiment was a piece of cream-colored burlap; it shows up dark on page 250 because of the method of reproducing it. [...]

[...] A nurse got Jane some toast, ice cream, coffee and pudding, since we’d missed supper. [...]

(To Colleen.) Now our friend over here of the cream cheese. [...]

[...] Right after she’d finished eating, Jane began to ramble, talking about making impossible verbal rituals that she had to carry out before she could eat her ice cream for dessert. [...]

[...] One, a fairly oval object, of an inserted brown background, and a raised cream-colored area.

[...] Twice-daily treatments with hydrogen peroxide and a sulfadiazine cream were started. [...]

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”