“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’d felt much better since last June, and thought I’d learned enough since then so that I didn’t need to bother the stomach any more—but evidently I hadn’t after all.

[...] I didn’t keep asking it. [...]

[...] Jane’s feet looked much better, She didn’t go to hydro. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t eat a lot of lunch.

[...] I could feel Seth’s vague presence in the room, which Eve apparently didn’t. Jane went into the kitchen to see about the chicken she was cooking and — as she later told us— felt Seth coming through and hurried to get back to her chair.

[...] Jane didn’t, fortunately, and woke up with no trouble and a pleasant smile. [...]

(Jane didn’t call last night. [...]

(“I was also getting,” she said, “that he wasn’t saying that people didn’t need those operations sometimes, but that when they did, they needed those other things in order to make the operations work.”

[...] I didn’t get into my writing room until 10:00 this morning. [...]

(I didn’t think she’d either go on by herself or have a session. [...]

(Jane was especially logy before the session, and remarked that she didn’t feel much like having one. [...] It was a warm and rainy night, which didn’t make us feel any more active.

[...] As it was we didn’t appreciate what had happened until the time came to write these notes. [...]

[...] She held the session tonight not only because she didn’t want to miss it, but because under similar circumstances in the past the results have been good. [...]

[...] I didn’t ask her what she’d learned; I thought it better to get the material in a session, if possible. [...]

[...] We knew by now that we were resigned to having the disclaimer inserted into Mass Events, but we wanted to have our say—partially out of anger and partially out of self-protection, since we didn’t believe all the legal department had told us; we wanted them to know we understood the subterfuges involved.

(Jane didn’t feel too well before the session, what with all her bodily changes still taking place, but she did well once she began the session.)

(“Yes?” I thought I probably knew the word Seth/Jane was looking for, but I didn’t have time to think and write.)

(The house lights flickered momentarily, but didn’t go out.

[...] She didn’t know why she couldn’t say it while in trance, since she knows the word and what it stands for, etc.)

[...] Rita crushed it and Jane tried it with Hawaiian Punch, which she didn’t like.

[...] Rita came in to do something — what I don’t recall, since I didn’t note it down. [...]

[...] Jane sat dozing so long I didn’t know whether it was a pause or the end of the session. [...]

[...] But then, I didn’t know what to call it any more, particularly when the hospital tests had pinpointed it as exactly that; the blood tests especially. [...]

[...] Well, in that class I suggested that we use the pyramid and I didn’t give them any suggestions as to what they might come up with, but just that they send their consciousness out. [...]

(Student:) No, I didn’t.

[...] Jane said it made her feel “incompetent” that she couldn’t, or didn’t, pinpoint what had happened to the cat. She didn’t want to do such psychic detective work, she said, because it reminded her of her own difficulties—an obvious point we both mentioned. [...]

[...] We were aware of many of the noises in the neighborhood that we didn’t hear in the wintertime. [...]

[...] Tam has requested that we send him a letter outlining our position re a competent professional translator of the French Seth Speaks. I was going to do the letter this weekend, but didn’t. I asked Jane if she would write the letter, and she agreed to. [...]

[...] I also found out, though, that this time the pendulum gave me such a variety of responses —different ones each day, practically—that at first I didn’t know how much stock to put in its answers. [...]

[...] My stomach felt somewhat better; Other pains in my body, while persisting, didn’t concern me so much. [...]

(I told myself that this attitude was ridiculous; My stomach didn’t clear up immediately, but once again the pendulum informed me that I had no physical illness—ulcers, or anything else. [...]

[...] After the session I told her that having a session a week didn’t really interfere with my own routine; etc. [...]

(We were fairly sure her reactions stemmed from the barrage of material Seth has given us since we began this series of “crash” sessions last week, but that knowledge didn’t help her much today. [...]

[...] I didn’t really mean it, since we’d thought sessions were over for the week on Thursday. [...]

(Seth either didn’t hear me, or chose to ignore the question.)

Forgot: during night my stomach muscles right side lower suddenly relaxed & felt fantastic—I didn’t realize they weren’t relaxed before—then left side of my groin itched & all the flesh went soft & relaxed (and sort of flabby).

Obviously, Seth didn’t follow through on the statement he’d made near the end of the last book session, which we held much earlier this month: “Remind me, for our next session, to wind in a discussion of those subjective entities as they learned how to translate themselves into physical individuals.” However, I didn’t ask him for the material tonight, either. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t call this one book dictation, but it certainly applies to Dreams. [...]

[...] As I wrote in the notes for the private session we held the next evening: “Our first reactions were ones of such stunned surprise that we didn’t even get mad.”

[...] Jane and I wouldn’t be surprised if ultimately, as a result of mankind’s restless search for meaning, we didn’t end up returning in a new official way to our ancient concepts of spirit within everything, animate and inanimate. [...]

[...] Yet we didn’t think we could afford it. [...] I’d given up my commercial art job before we went on vacation, and didn’t know what I’d end up doing, besides helping Jane as much as I could.

Seth didn’t mention it in the session tonight, but Jane and I find it extremely interesting that just last week much national publicity was given to the ongoing two-year-old controversy among cancer specialists over whether women — especially those under 50 years of age — should be given routine mammograms (X-ray examinations) in efforts to detect breast cancer in its early stages.

[...] The process isn’t infallible, unfortunately; also, misinterpretations of its results have caused a number of cancer-free women to undergo mastectomies — often radical ones — when they didn’t have to. [...]

[...] What Jane and I are very curious about, however, is how many “statistically vulnerable” women submitted to operations they didn’t need — for surely a significant number of them wouldn’t have developed cancer in the first place. [...]

[...] It sounded so crazy I didn’t even want to say it, about the invisible pyramids.... [...] Seth didn’t tell me anything like this was going to happen.”

[...] I could tell that Jane didn’t know what to make of this data; she was even hesitant at telling me. [...]

[...] Jane was already doing so, her eyes shut; I didn’t know whether Seth had left again or not. [...]

[...] I didn’t expect this sale. [...]

(While taking a drive to the drugstore on Sunday, my brother Dick told me he felt he “didn’t have much” as far as money was concerned. [...]

[...] Of course I left the job at Artistic last February, but didn’t tell Loren and Betts this officially until phone conversations after the June flood. [...]

[...] After the session I told Jane I thought Seth didn’t finish dealing with the question I’d outlined before the session. [...]

[...] Jane described how she had become very frightened in Florida over the job situation, and that I had been forced to get a job anyhow even though I had told her most emphatically that I didn’t intend to do this. [...]

(The balance of the session tonight after these two important revelations, consisted of an interchange between us that stressed reassurance upon my part,; including the statement, repeated often, that Jane now understood she didn’t need her symptoms any longer, that they could begin to disappear. [...]

[...] I gave her no suggestions that her symptoms would disappear at once, for they involve some physiological changes and I didn’t know just how quickly her body could chemically return to a fully healthy state. [...]

(Two additional points now recalled: When she began talking about Florida, Jane told me “I got scared in Florida”; she was also sure I would leave her when the job situation got so bad and things didn’t work out as we’d hoped they would. [...]