[...] Yesterday Jane and I reread an article I’d filed last September, then forgotten about: In the area surrounding a certain village in the Dominican Republic, 38 girls have turned into boys at the onset of puberty. [...] The men have low sperm counts and may not be able to sire children in the normal manner, yet Jane and I think that this rare group event—the only one of its kind on record—fits in with Seth’s material about the millions of variations contained within our species’ vast genetic pool. [...]

However, if given a choice, Jane and I now would forgo the “benefits” stemming from animal experimentation, even if our own future welfares were to suffer because of a subsequent lack of knowledge—and providing that at a time of crisis we didn’t weaken in our joint resolve! [...] Jane and I live in one of those homes. [...]

[...] [Indeed, these animals are so sensitive to disease of any kind that they must be raised under sterile conditions.] Jane was very upset by the article and mentioned it to me several times.¹

(This morning I finished making the portable reading stand for Jane to use in bed, and took it in to 330 this afternoon. Jane could use it after a fashion, but not as well as I’d hoped. [...]

(4:49 p.m. “Well, I guess that’s it,” Jane said. [...]

(I have the simple, profound faith that anything I desire in this life can come to me from Framework 2. There are no impediments in Framework 2. Framework 2 can creatively produce everything I desire to have in Framework 1—my excellent health, painting, and writing, my excellent relationship with Jane, Jane’s own spontaneous and glowing physical flexibility and creativity, the greater and greater sales of all of her books. [...]

(I was so absorbed typing that Jane had to call me three times for the session. [...] To my surprise Jane agreed. [...]

(I should note that Jane seems to misunderstand my attitude here: the aim is not to use halting work on Seth’s latest book as a curative device, but to at least keep things from getting any worse. [...] I never told Jane, for example, to not finish the book. [...]

(After supper today Jane said that for the first time in some little while she went to the john without a feeling of panic. [...]

(Jane had no idea of the material to be covered in the session as the time for it approached. [...]

(By now Jane was in high good humor. [...]

[...] Jane was well dissociated for a first delivery, she said. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t sound like Seth at all a good part of the time, and she realized this to some degree. [...] Perhaps Jane was speaking more for herself, with Seth’s guidance. [...]

(This session was held for three of Jane’s students. [...]

(A note added later: I met Ruth Klebert in Gerould’s drugstore yesterday, October 31, 1986— she looked okay—has had cancer and a heart attack—knew Jane had died—asked about Seth. [...]

[...] Jane and I had discussed the report at the supper table.)

[...] Jane paused for a few moments, then resumed, after I had thought she was out of trance, and had called her name. [...]

[...] Jane left trance easily, eyes opening after a bit. [...]

(On Thursday night, April 8, Jane and I were visited by three women from Rochester, New York. They were very interested in talking about Jane’s book, The Seth Material. [...] Jane and I went over them briefly before the session.)

[...] Jane’s delivery had alternated between slower and faster states, but her trance had been deep. [...]

(“Number twenty-three: Are you in contact with, or speaking through, any other humans as you are with Jane?”)

[...] Jane was well dissociated, unaware of outside stimuli. [...] Jane also said she does not believe she will smoke anymore while dictating, since that too has become a distraction.

(Jane had no idea of the material for the session as time for it approached, but she was not nervous as she was last session. [...]

(Sitting with her eyes closed, Jane again began speaking in her quiet voice at 9:36.)

[...] When I got home at 11:45 I washed several windows at Jane’s request; they certainly needed it. [...] The pendulum told me my situation was related to the fact that I stopped painting early, the windows, my worries about Jane, my age—the whole bit, in other words, so that I ended up thinking I’d accomplished precious little over the years. [...] I simply wanted to help Jane, live quietly, and paint with some kind of passion I’d always envisioned but never achieved. [...]

(Jane said she’d have a session for me after supper. [...]

(Jane was once more very relaxed as session time approached. [...]

[...] After the party was over Jane and I gave each other our own presents. [...] [I hadn’t created anything like that for her, though.] When Jane read her poetry to me I strongly felt once again her innocence and perception: “The universe keeps turning into us….” [...]

[...] “I don’t care whether we have a book session or one on something else,” Jane said as we sat for the session at 8:50. [...]

[...] Seth came through with two short paragraphs for Jane. [...]

(Seth opened the session by finishing his Introduction to Jane’s The World View of Paul Cézanne, which Prentice-Hall will publish later this year. [...] He sees Jane’s book as a prime example of what can be done in that area.

(Tonight we started the sessions up again after a three-month layoff: During that time I typed the final manuscript for Volume I of Seth’s “Unknown” Reality, with Jane’s help, and we’ve just mailed it to her publisher, Prentice-Hall, Inc. [...]

[...] As Jane worked on “Unknown” Reality, Willy often lay on her lap, and we felt his approaching death with heavy hearts of our own.

(After supper this evening Jane read some notes I’d written recently, in which I speculated about why I paint portraits — my “heads,” as I call them — out of my “imagination,” instead of using live models of “real people.” [...] I remarked tonight that it would be nice if Seth would discuss the subject, and Jane replied that she thought he’d do so.

[...] Then, no sooner had we sat for the session than Jane asked me to write down what she was about to say, since she had the material available whether or not Seth got to it: “A new part, or chapter heading: ‘People Who Are Afraid of Themselves. [...]

[...] That’s why I wrote those notes — but I didn’t take the time to discuss them with Jane.”)

(The evening was again very hot and humid, and Jane had been bothered by such conditions all day; but she wanted to hold the session as usual. [...]

[...] Jane had again been in a deep trance but emerged in short order. [...]

(Jane held a hand up, signifying waiting.) We need more time. [...]

[...] Then on April 14 Ethel Waters calls from Production at Tam’s insistence saying that after Events was delayed till May 14 because of the disclaimer problems; so it would come out the same month as God of Jane.... [...]

JANE’S NOTES

[...] Jane felt very well indeed, the best she has been in many months. [...]

(Jane held her first ESP class last night.)

Your many notes (to Jane) have been a delight to him and your changed attitude is being received by him with the most beneficial results, and this is beginning to add to your own health and energy. [...]

1. In Note 1 for the 840th session I cited an insight we’d recently obtained into the relationship between Jane and Seth, and mentioned how we’re always on the lookout for such clues. Jane had come up with that one, stressing her personal reactions. We’re also eager to learn what we can about Jane or Seth per se. [...]

[...] Just as we did with that 840th session, however, Jane and I are presenting portions of this evening’s delivery in Mass Events because we think they should be published within that framework.

(Notes: On December 2 we were visited by a group of Jane’s students from NYC – Richie, Ricky, Sheri, Jerry, Jeff, Van Zandt, etc. Jane gave a long session interrupted often by “class” discussion. [...]

(10:00 P.M. “I almost have that sickly feeling I get after some sessions,” Jane said.

[...] In addition, Jane also has tooth trouble—one of her bottom teeth is loosening....)

There I see, to my surprise and joy, Jane and Rob Butts sitting talking to some other people. Or are they Jane and Rob? [...] The other people go away, and I go sit down next to Jane, and, to my surprise, they do not acknowledge or recognize me at all.

[...] Somehow, I begin a discussion of the Seth Material with them and go into a talk on physical reality and such, and discover that a few years ago, they had received some strange messages through Jane from ‘someone claiming to be a dead spirit.’ ‘But it was ridiculous,’ Jane says, ‘so we dropped it.’

Sue Meets a Probable Rob and Jane

(Jane experienced many painful physical and psychological delays while producing Dreams. [...]

A POEM AND COMMENTARY
BY JANE ROBERTS