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(Jane herself began to wonder, she said, about answers to such complicated questions after the call. Jane said she felt Seth getting her ready for the session early. [...]
(This session was held for John Pitre and his wife Peg of Franklin, LA, following John’s telephone call to Jane earlier this evening. [...]
[...] This evening John asked Jane if Seth could say something about why Peg had followed, or chosen, such a role in this physical life—a role seemingly without reward or hope; she has multiple sclerosis.
[...] The first question: According to Seth, he, Jane and I lived in Denmark in the 1600’s. I simply wanted clarification of the data on my lifespan, as given in the notes at the end of the 541st session, in Chapter Eleven.
(Seth smiled because of Jane’s recently developed, rather strong interest in crossword puzzles. [...]
(Jane was so relaxed by session time, so “out of it,” that she didn’t think she could manage a session. [...] Yet when Jane went into trance her delivery as Seth was fast and steady:)
[...] By session time they were somewhat diminished, but were very inhibiting during the day, making me hesitate to do the things I’d ordinarily do without a second thought, such as drive to the post office to mail Jane’s intro for Sue’s book Conversations With Seth. [...]
[...] Seth probably used his 90’s analogy because the other evening on TV Jane and I saw a program about Eubie Blake, the jazz pianist, who is still performing on stage in his late 90’s, and doing very well at it to. [...]
[...] Jane began speaking for Seth in a voice somewhat stronger than usual, and with her eyes closed.)
[...] (Pause.) One of whom joins a profession that had to do with keeping records of water levels or consumption, (Jane shakes head) this being a civil employment.
[...] Jane paused often while giving this material.) We will try here… Joseph… The name of the town was either S A C O (spelled), or this formed the main body of the name, you see.
[...] I remarked to Jane that if we paid attention to that material, then instead of turning away the people who would be influenced by the newspaper notice, we might be able to influence some of them to buy Seth/Jane’s books.
(We expected Seth to speak tonight, and to deal with material Jane and I had been discussing just before session time. [...]
[...] Jane’s pace had slowed considerably by now.) Ruburt could if he chose, add his own notes and comments, for his experience in our sessions is vastly different from mine. [...]
[...] Jane, as Seth, leaned forward, intent and amused.)
[...] Jane’s trance had been good, but still she’d been bothered by the sounds of traffic rising up from the busy intersection close by our living room windows. Someone had made considerable noise while cleaning the halls of the apartment house, also — “… all while Seth wanted me to get that material just right,” Jane said a bit ruefully. [...]
(11:43 P.M. An aside: Lately I’d delayed typing these sessions from my notes because I’ve been so busy doing the finished pen-and-ink drawings for Jane’s Dialogues. [...] Jane hasn’t had a book session to read since the 718th, for November 6, was held almost four weeks ago. [...]
(“C’mon, Seth,” Jane said impatiently at 9:15; we’d been waiting since 9:00 for the session to begin. [...]
[...] Jane has also contributed an excellent paragraph of material for it. [...] And the last thing I’d expected of Jane tonight was any material on religion from Seth. [...]
(Today Jane has been really “out of it.” [...]
(Jane’s delivery for Seth seemed to be the same as ever, except that she took longer pauses between sentences — almost as though she waited a bit each time to gather the impetus to deal with her very relaxed physical state. [...]
(While she was waking up, Jane asked me several times if she had really been asleep. [...] Before the session tonight Jane said she hoped Seth would explain the occurrence, but surprisingly — even though a considerable amount of personal material was received — the matter wasn’t covered.
(In the early hours of May 29, following the last session, Jane had her most vivid experience yet involving book work during the sleep state. [...]
(“Already the thing is starting to slip away,” Jane wrote the next morning. [...]
(As Seth, Jane referred now to the Sumari language session we held on Wednesday, December 1, in place of the regular session. [...] This is the painting Jane had used as a teaching instrument on Dec. [...]
(These feelings involved unexpressed emotions stemming from several years ago, on Jane’s part. [...]
[...] Jane had been in a deep trance; her pace had been fast, with few pauses. [...] Jane felt well. [...]
[...] Again Jane’s trance had been deep, and again I had writer’s cramp. [...] Jane felt a very strong energy.
(As is often the case, Jane said she had no memory of the first portion of the chapter, given on May 4. Resume in the same fast manner at 10:27.)
(Estelle first called Jane this morning to ask about a session; due to a misunderstanding Jane thought she called from Elmira and agreed to the Craigs’ attending this evening. After supper Jane received another call from Estelle while they were en route, and then we realized the effort being made by the Craigs to witness the session.
[...] Jane took a little longer coming out of trance now. Break was a long one, and during it Jane gave Estelle a long series of impressions on her own, involving the Craigs’ son Michael, and others. [...]
[...] John brought with him confirmation of some of Seth’s predictions given in the 439th session, to Jane’s pleased surprise. [...]
As for Jane and me, we really don’t think it necessary that we live forever physically, or even to be 200 years old — an attitude that may be no more than a sign of our own conditioning. [...] “I wouldn’t mind seeing the age of 100, though, if I were in good shape,” Jane said as we discussed this note. [...] The final irony of all may develop, however: Jane added that the suicide rate would rise considerably after the many implications associated with extended lifetimes began to penetrate human consciousness. [...]
(As he had during the 801st session, our cat, Billy, roused himself from a snooze and walked over to Jane. [...] Jane, as Seth, petted him. [...]
(Ever since she began dictating Mass Events for Seth, Jane has felt like having book sessions but once a week — on Monday nights — and doing other things in between. [...]
[...] Because Jane did not appear tired, I took the opportunity of adding a little material to tonight’s very slow session. Jane was dissociated as usual, and said she was not aware of speaking so slowly. [...]
[...] Evidently the new setting was also a little strange to Jane, for she did not begin speaking until 9:02.
(No session was held last Monday night because Jane was so relaxed, just as she was now. [...] Jane had a “scary” dream episode last night, one that was quite unpleasant, she said, and involved her seeing herself in different time frames and three different programs or movies on TV at the same time. [...]
(We discussed Seth’s reference on page 85 to Jane fearing that others might actually look upon her as dangerous because of her abilities. [...] There’s something about his simple statement, though, that is intriguing—that others, in addition to considering that Jane was antireligious, say, would also think of her as dangerous.)
(Jane said she’d first called me for the session at 8:20, but I had been working in the studio closet and hadn’t heard her. [...]
(Jane said Seth had been trying to get through concepts that were difficult. [...] There were images within this concept that were something like an accordion, Jane said, having to do with time opening and closing, etc.
(Jane said she had no idea of what Seth would talk about before the session began. [...]
(I spent the afternoon using the pendulum and compiling a list of foods Jane shouldn’t eat, according to my own subconscious ideas. [...] Jane and I discussed the list before the session. [...]
(Last Saturday morning, June 10, 1 offered to take Jane to the 20th reunion of her high school class in Saratoga. [...] At the last moment Jane decided not to go, and I did not insist, hoping she had still benefited from the thought of going, at least.)
(Jane sat at the living room table with me and began speaking with her eyes closed, in a normal voice and at a good pace.)