“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane most forcefully told the kids that she wouldn’t, and that she didn’t want such suggestions. [...]

[...] “I didn’t know it was that late,” Jane said. [...]

(I asked her if she’d covered up any other such instances of negative suggestion as those she’d been given today, but she said she didn’t think so. [...]

[...] “I got something at the tail end of the session that he didn’t say,” Jane told me. [...] I don’t know why he didn’t say that. I waited to see if he was going to give it, and when he didn’t, I did.”

[...] I explained that my idea was only to get more material on what Seth had begun yesterday—but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do material on other things too.

(Note that Seth didn’t continue with his material on the mail, which he began in answer to my question on July 26. [...]

(“We didn’t get the tax forms from Jack Joyce until Saturday, April 14. [...]

[...] Bill and Sue especially got going pretty good, and Peggy said she didn’t like that. [...]

[...] I asked that Seth comment, but also said I didn’t want him devoting the whole session to my challenges, since I know Jane wants book material also.)

[...] I told Jane that I didn’t remember reading any ideas like this anywhere.

[...] What with the visit and our talking, Jane didn’t eat a whole lot of lunch. [...]

[...] Jane began reading yesterday’s session, but didn’t do very well. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t agree or deny that she’d been worrying. [...]

[...] She didn’t look so hot, with her face all screwed up in pain. [...] She didn’t know whether to stay on her side or go on her back at first, but the shifting of her position helped, actually. [...]

[...] We didn’t get to discuss it much because Frank Longwell visited. [...]

[...] She didn’t think so. I certainly hoped it didn’t. The session contains an excellent opening line or two that I want to use in a note for Mass Events.

[...] Jane didn’t want to feel that she had to get material tonight from Seth on such a project.

[...] “But I didn’t want to miss a session,” she said sleepily. [...]

[...] But she didn’t explain, or couldn’t.

(At about 8 PM Jane said she would like to try having a session this evening —whether private or regular she didn’t know. She didn’t feel Seth around, but lately has wanted to resume the sessions. [...]

(“Would you spell Frank’s again?” I didn’t think Seth had spelled it correctly —not the way he’d pronounced it.)

(When I turned Jane on her back at 1:15 this afternoon, and removed the foam-rubber doughnut from between her knees, she didn’t want me to massage her left leg as I’ve been doing lately. [...]

[...] We didn’t go over past sessions yesterday, either. [...]

[...] Some of the areas that had shown new movement in recent days were now a little sore, so we didn’t push it at all as far as motion goes. [...]

(“I began to move it from the outside, slowly, like a marionette But then I didn’t like it, because it seemed to be in a wheelchair. I went ahead with it, but I didn’t know whether it had died, or what.” [...]

(“Some of which was great and some that I didn’t like ... [...]

[...] Then they walked into each other and blended, standing in front of me,” she said, “and while I didn’t see this as clearly, it’s what I am.”

[...] When Jane got up she didn’t seem to move about the room any faster. [...]

[...] She said that Seth didn’t mention one part of the dream: that after it she became aware of herself saying “You’ll have to say goodbye to your cats.” She took this to mean she was thinking of dying, and she didn’t want to do this, or leave the cats. [...]

Indeed, I didn’t learn that Jane had made the tape until five weeks later, after she’d returned to our hill house from the hospital: I found it on March 30, amid others in her writing room. [...]

[...] For its own reasons it didn’t want to, and that was it. [...]

At first she didn’t know. [...]

[...] I only saw that she could use the rest, since she obviously didn’t feel well generally—but I also thought she was waiting for one of her characteristic surges of creative energy before digging into her next book (of which she always has several going). [...]

[...] It seemed as if the room now was almost huge enough to take up all of Elmira; but I didn’t feel as if; I felt as if this were actually happening. [...]

[...] Oh; and earlier, Seth came back through and helped me “down”; but this last time he didn’t and I couldn’t seem to “find him.”

[...] The experience was strangely soundless, and this may have added to frightening quality; didn’t think of this before.

[...] He said this after A. Fife had outlined the situation, that Jane didn’t require hospitalization. [...]

[...] She said that when I came in this noon she didn’t ask me how I made out this morning because she was going to wait until after her lunch, in case I had bad news. [...]

(I didn’t have time to go into it today, but Seth’s material reminded me anew that I know my own mother had managed to make me afraid of certain areas of life—that as I grew up, then left home and had to manipulate in the world, I became quite aware that I’d acquired certain fears or inhibitions. [...]

(I was already thinking that we didn’t want to move in any direction until the insurance matter was cleared up, lest it appear that we were running scared. [...]

(After finishing the library material, Jane called The Village Voice on impulse, but ended up feeling she didn’t do well: She didn’t get to speak to Jim Poett, who was not there, or to his editor. [...] The friend, also a reporter, mentioned the Middle of Silence people to Jane, which she didn’t like, although she learned things. [...]

[...] The call [which was action, a creative synthesis of your joint feelings], gave you information you didn’t have before—that The Voice [as an entity] knew of the Silence Gallery in a confused way. [...]

[...] She didn’t know whether she’d have a session or not. [...]

At first the pain frightened me so that I just blurted out what was happening; I didn’t mean to embarrass Polly. [...] Naturally, she didn’t want anyone to know about the child, who had been put up for adoption (and it was none of my business anyway). [...]

I didn’t have a chance to answer. [...]

[...] Actually I felt that she was “highly charged,” unpleasantly so, and I didn’t want to get involved. [...]

[...] The book burning didn’t help, either. [...]

(Because of the interruptions by staff, Jane didn’t stay long with the pendulum. [...]

(After her lunch and reading of the free-association material, Jane said she didn’t really know what to do with herself. [...]

[...] She didn’t know if that might have triggered her experience. [...]

[...] She soon called to say that Dr. Sobel was out of town for at least a week, and that Dr. W. didn’t think a clot was involved from the description she’d given him. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t eat much after all, though. [...]

[...] Dr K. saw her, and Dr. Wilwerth, who stayed only a few minutes and didn’t think a clot was involved. [...]

[...] Not that the lungs didn’t look okay via X-rays. [...]

(When Jane came out of the bathroom after washing, she said several times that she was getting this information, that it had a strong charge behind it, and that she “didn’t know what to do.” [...]

[...] Her pace didn’t exceed my writing speed, but often it was close to the limits. [...]

[...] I didn’t ask any questions.)

[...] I talked to it, offering reassurances, saying we didn’t require it to leave us, but merely to understand our need for freedom. [...]

[...] Note that he didn’t name any of them tonight, merely calling each one the “next family,” and so forth. [...] Perhaps I should have double-checked by asking Seth to rename the families, in order, but I didn’t think it necessary.

[...] At the time it didn’t “turn us on.” [...]

[...] It’s mature now, it makes sense: “Why didn’t I see that before?” Something new is known. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t suggest that we buy that particular place, and had he done so I’m fairly sure we’d have rejected the idea. [...]

(I didn’t know exactly what Jane meant. [...] I didn’t ask Jane what her interpretation of this significance was, by the way. [...]

[...] “It’s like you’ve been through a training period you didn’t even know you were going through—and now, in our terms,” she said with surprise, “it’s taken all that time. [...] I didn’t know where the hell I was going...Take the Sumari, and when I hear the voices: what in hell am I supposed to do with those things?”

[...] She didn’t actually see anything, nor did the effect develop further.)

[...] I didn’t consider any such development worth symptoms, for instance, even if they disappeared tomorrow. [...]