“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The message (the contents of the last session, the 367th), so far has reached the super-conscientious self. (Pause.) It is not kicking up a fuss so much as hesitating in caution. It was the spontaneous self who kicked up the fuss this afternoon, thinking: hurry, hurry, hurry, see things my way (when Jane tried to work on the dream book, unsuccessfully).

(I had an interesting little experience after lunch this noon as I was hurrying to get my stuff together preparatory to going to the hospital to see Jane. [...]

(I didn’t linger to confront my own handiwork, but hurried to get my stuff together and leave the house; I wanted to stop at a bank to get a book updated, and I knew this would make me a few minutes late getting to room 330. [...]

(“A connection with a rush, or hurry. [...] All of it was done in quite a hurry, at the request of her publisher. Jane called her publisher on February 8, as noted in the envelope material in the 234th session, then hurried to get the scripts and tape ready for the mail on February 10. [...]

[...] 3, diagonal, 2, 1. A connection with a rush, or hurry. [...]

(After Rusty and Hal left we napped, changed dressings, etc., and before we knew it I was hurrying to get supper and do other chores so that we’d have time for a session. [...]

(After all our hurrying to get supper over with—rather later than usual—we seemed to run out of steam. [...]

Our publishing company had very patiently waited for several years while Jane and I struggled to produce the book; in all that time no one ever exerted pressure upon us to hurry up and finish the job. [...]

[...] 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.

[...] Once again I had to hurry to get my clipboard and pen when she said she was ready for the session. [...]

[...] Margaret Bumbalo had asked me over for a drink when I got home, but I was in no hurry. [...]

(Jane could still hurry things up when she wanted to — hence the early session because I was leaving later. [...]

[...] I’m in no hurry to pay the bill, now that we owe money instead of getting a refund. [...]

[...] I wanted to get going, and in my hurry I forgot to read the prayer with her. [...]

(“No hurry.”)

[...] The morning after one of these dreams Jane would hurry to the playground before going to school, to investigate to see if by chance there were swings, etc., in that particular section of the playground. [...] She would then have to hurry to school; most often she would arrive late, and breathing hard, and disheveled. [...]

[...] Lorrie smiles and talks to us, but hurries in and out as quickly as she can. [...]

You feel now, by contrast, that you must get all of your living in between birth and death, that you must hurry to get everything done, so that time itself is indeed shortened. [...]

[...] Seth was right here, according to Peggy, for lately she felt she had been hurrying the exercises too much. [...]

With your permission I am hurrying on while Ruburt still goes along with me, and will suspend our discussion of matter for a while longer.

[...] Looking down upon this car, I saw a wiry youngish man in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled above his elbows; hurriedly, he was circling the car, going all around it and peering into the windows. [...]

[...] Jane, who was in the kitchen, hurried back to her chair just as Seth resumed at 9:44.)

“For heaven’s sake,” I said, “Hurry. [...]

[...] Hurriedly, I grabbed it. [...]

(The following was prompted by someone’s urging Seth to hurry up and say good evening.)