“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane had some images and these will be mentioned in place. This is a case where Jane had seen one of the two items making up the envelope objects very recently—the beer can cap, on Friday, October 7, three days ago. [...] I might add that Jane saw the beer can cap only in a casual way. [...] When I picked up a cap to blacken in the flame I thought this would focus Jane’s conscious attention on this particular one, but she told me at break tonight that she hadn’t noticed my heating the cap, or else had forgotten it.

(Jane read aloud to the gathering an article in the November 1966 Fate Magazine titled Table Up! [...] This is often the case, the often innocuous envelope object reflecting whatever strong emotional charges surround it at the physical time Jane and Seth are trying to get back to.

[...] Jane and Marilyn were also very surprised, and Jane later told me that after the first shock of seeing the north end of the table rise, seemingly of its own volition, she thought Bill, Don and I actually succeeded in accomplishing this.

[...] Jane and I were closest at 37 and 47. [...] There is a 10 difference between the two numbers, and also between the ages of Jane and me.

[...] Jane started reading yesterday’s session while I did mail. [...] Then she hooked Jane up to a new bag of Gentamicin 40 mg., the antibiotic. [...] Jane went back to reading the session — still not good.

[...] Jane was upset when I got there — although her blotchy feet looked much better. [...] Yet Jane doesn’t know whether she received a dose of the antibiotic during the night while she may have slept.

(I had trouble getting the above information from Jane after lunch, because she seemed on the verge of dozing off several times. [...] Jane finally told them to cut it out. [...]

[...] Carla took Jane’s temperature. [...] Jane swore again. [...]

(Jane ate an excellent lunch, and had a cigarette by 2:00. [...] Jane also said she’d never heard anything about the cultures Patty had taken from the ulcer on her knee a couple of weeks ago, so she guessed that meant things were okay there. [...] I told Jane the swelling had decreased some more on her upper right leg and around the knee, which cheered her also. [...]

[...] I read the session to Jane, then checked it again to make sure I understood what Seth was saying. [...] Jane said yes. [...]

[...] Jane did well, abruptly coming out of her exercise mode, and the girls didn’t notice anything. [...] Jane misses them greatly. [...]

[...] I turned Jane on her back. [...] By 6:55 Jane had eaten a good supper and we’d had a visit from Rhonda—a nurse from rehab; she’d had surgery. [...]

(This message referred to an experience Jane and I had consciously forgotten. Many months ago, Jane and a friend had succeeded in putting me into a trance state. [...]

(Jane’s mother is a bedridden arthritic, and has been since Jane was a very young girl.

[...] Jane must avoid any act of cruelty toward her. Jane chose circumstances this life to test own patience, to compensate earlier temper. [...]

(“What is Jane’s name again?” [After Jane had done some more complaining about the name given her by Seth: Ruburt.])

(I was disappointed that Jane ate so little for lunch today. [...] I also felt that Jane’s destiny was in her own hands, and that nothing anyone else was going to do would change that. [...]

(Wouldn’t you know it — at a time like this Carla came in to do Jane’s vitals. As long as she was there, I asked Carla to get someone to clean out Jane’s ears, for she’d been having difficulty hearing again lately.

[...] A nurse’s aide brought in Jane’s vitamins. [...] “If any more of those kids come in I’ll scream,” Jane said when they’d left. [...]

(When I asked her, Jane said today’s session and motions could be interpreted as being related to her dream for last night. [...] But if those events between Jane and Marie didn’t have to move on toward their inevitable end, as stated in the session today, then there was hope.

[...] Jane spoke while in a trance state, but in her usual voice, and received the data from “another source.” [...] Jane is used to giving impressions on her own as well as through Seth, but there seemed to be an intriguing difference this evening. Jane would find herself speaking a few lines, then waiting for more to come, which she would then dutifully recite. [...]

(Needless to say, neither Jane or I know math; I may know a little more than Jane, but I couldn’t explain an integer to her at break this evening, for instance. A few phrases that came through in the data had a familiar ring to me, but Jane said they meant nothing to her.

(Since Jane looked at Roger’s list just before the usual session time we thought Seth might consider the questions. [...] Jane said she could not make any conscious attempt to answer the questions, since she couldn’t read the formulas. [...]

(We thought this data preliminary to the regular session, since Jane will get flashes like this sometimes just before Seth speaks. [...] Jane said she feels that some of the words she “gets” aren’t correct mathematically, like “assemblage of integers.”

[...] Sharon Poley walked in to take Jane’s temperature [98 degrees]; she came in without knocking while Jane was speaking for Seth in a voice deeper and stronger than her regular voice. Jane spoke Seth’s last few words while Sharon was at the foot of the bed, then broke off as soon as she saw Sharon. Sharon didn’t give any sign that she noticed or heard anything unusual—and looking at Jane, one couldn’t tell that she was in trance. [...]

(It was painful for Jane to be turned today. I turned her on her back after stopping at Medical Records first to see Janet Troutt about the copy of Jane’s records that I’d been promised. [...]

(Jane had her catheter changed, though she was still getting spasms when I got there, and these continued throughout the afternoon. Jane couldn’t stand for me to rub her left leg after I turned her, because of the strong “pins and needles” feelings the massaging generates in the leg. [...]

(At 3:15 I read yesterday’s session to Jane, after she tried unsuccessfully to read it herself. [...] At 3:35 Jane told me to get my paper and pen ready in case Seth came through.)

(This was simply to determine if Jane herself, as Jane, could ask Seth a question, then go into trance and deliver the answer as Seth. Since Jane had been switching focus often tonight, I suggested that now was as good a time to try the technique as any. With a little urging Jane, a little self-consciously, asked Seth about what kind of a reception such a query would get from the editors at Cosmo, whether they would buy such an article, etc.

[...] They visited us at 8:30 PM Wednesday, and before Jane and I realized it session time had come. [...] Jane and I did not consider having a session then; I also thought Jane could use the break in routine.

(It will be remembered that in connection with the test photograph used in the 180th session, Seth/Jane stated: “...and a border. [...] Seth now informed me that in the 180th session Jane distorted the information about the border of the photo into a border of flowers because of her personal childhood associations. He said Jane has an early memory of a border of flowers around a garden.

(A few days ago Peggy Gallagher had brought Jane a copy of the latest Cosmopolitan magazine, and suggested that Jane query them about running some excerpts from her ESP book. In view of Cosmo’s drastically revised format, Jane agreed to try. [...]

[...] Jane had a smoke while I read her the session for February 1, after she’d put on lipstick and looked in the mirror. [...] Next, I described my vivid dream of last night: Jane and I were still driving our old yellow Cadillac convertible. [...] I went outside to get the car to take Jane home, and found it gone. [...] I told Jane the dream almost sounded like an exercise in exploring a probable reality.

(4.28 p.m. I told Jane that Seth’s analysis of the car dream was excellent. From its position atop the pole at the head of Jane’s bed, the Bactrim still drips into the plastic tube, on its way into Jane’s right arm. [...] The problem still wasn’t solved as I read the session to Jane after supper, nor was it solved by the time I left at 7:10.

(Jane didn’t comment today on my reference to any possible reincarnational connections with her symptoms. [...] Yet Jane said that after I’d left last night her blueness had lifted almost magically, and she’d felt good and slept well. [...]

[...] Temperature 99.1. Jane said that was the highest it’s been since it started going down in recent days. [...] Jane was still coughing and blowing at times. [...]

(Jane was okay, although she said she’d had another long wait before and after hydro. [...] Jane got blue over the hydro situation, the waiting, new people lifting her and not knowing how, etc. [...] One looked in for a moment after her own therapy — didn’t look good, Jane said. [...]

(Then Jane told me that she, too, had had a negative dream last night. [...] The woman told Jane that Jane had the same kind of facial skin that she had — with all of its negative suggestions.

(Jane ate a good lunch, though, in spite of having some spasms. [...] I sometimes wondered why Jane’s body didn’t recognize that to an even more profound degree, and see to it that her physical body healed itself even more rapidly so that we could get out.

(After holding a session on November 10, 1982, Jane went eleven months before her next one on October 9, 1983. [...] Jane did say that she wanted to have a session. [...]

[...] I trust that I’m offering enough intriguing hints in this essay to keep readers interested in pursuing Jane’s and Seth’s and my loving work. [...] Well, how about the transcripts in book form of the ESP classes Jane conducted from 1967 to 1978? [...] Jane and I used to marvel at their endurance.) Rick recorded and has produced many audio tapes of Jane and Seth speaking in those classes; at this time he’s also producing an additional group of tapes. Then there’s Jane’s business and personal correspondence; much of her poetry; her journals; her unfinished autobiography; several novels she wrote before publishing the three Oversoul Seven books; the later essays she dictated to me, while in the hospital, about Seven’s childhood; her family history as far back as it can be researched; an objective biography of her physical and creative lives including her two marriages, and Jane’s and my struggles to survive before the advent of the Seth material. [...]

For the most part over the six years and 510 sessions covered in The Early Sessions, from December 2, 1963 to January19, 1970, Jane spoke for Seth in her own creative yet also objective manner. [...] Surely her intuitively-chosen manner helped us acclimate to the highly original and creative fact that Jane was learning to speak in a dissociated (or trance) state for Seth, a disembodied worthy who called himself an “energy personality essence.” (I’ll bet that he still does, 16 of our time-bound years after Jane’s death!) Jane’s method was her very individualistic way of developing her great, yet consciously unsuspected powers.

In 10 of the sessions between the numbers 314 and 325 in Volume 7 we see how, with Jane’s need and consent, Seth was reaching into deeper, more penetrating material involving her conscious and unconscious lives. [...] We deeply appreciated Seth’s insights and suggestions about Jane’s and my visible and invisible psyches, the challenges we had chosen to create for ourselves in our present lifetimes. [...]

[...] It wasn’t until after Jane’s death in 1984 that I took the “time” to understand that Jane’s Seth material—her great passionate body of work—really didn’t need to be categorized as public or private—that all of it was simply one multifaceted creative entity.

(Jeff Karder, Jane’s doctor, visited her this morning. [...] “For him to say very good is something,” Jane said. [...] He also asked Jane about our insurance hassles. [...] Jane asked him why her right leg was shorter than the left one, and Jeff explained that the break had healed but that the bones were out of alignment, hence the shortness. [...] A “minor” operation could fix the leg well enough so she could sit up, he said, after Jane said she wanted to start sitting up.

(At 4:00 Lynn gave Jane eyedrops. Jeff had told Jane her eyes looked better, too. Jane wanted to get started on the session, which she felt might be longer than usual, so I told her not to wait for people to do her vitals.)

(Jane didn’t call last night. I spent the morning typing letters from Jane, Seth, and me for Maude Cardwell to send to donors. [...]

[...] When I got to 330 Jane told me that Shawn Peterson had been admitted to intensive care last night with chest pains, but that the tests so far have been negative. “The nurses are sicker than the patients,” Jane said she heard one of the nurses say this morning.

(Then we talked about her grandparents in connection with Jane and Marie; her grandmother’s death; the lawsuit against the town, which I don’t think I’d heard about before; welfare; Jane’s grandfather, Joseph Burdo, and her feelings for him, and so forth. [...] Jane recalled no details about the suit, the time it took, the money involved. [...] I said that once again Jane had been presented with extremes of behavior in the family. [...]

(I described to Jane my recent use of the pendulum to study my guilt feelings about her having her symptoms and losing her teeth. [...] I explained in some detail my feelings of guilt because Jane has her troubles. [...] Jane thinks I can regenerate my teeth and gums.

[...] I told Jane I’d forgotten about the situation. [...] Have I helped Jane in this manner, or hindered her by reinforcing joint negative beliefs? [...] I want to discuss this more with Jane.)

(Jane tried using the pendulum I carry in my wallet; this followed from our discussions about my using the pendulum of late. Since I’ve been achieving considerable relief with my gum challenges the last few days, Jane has become increasingly interested. [...] I gave Jane a card and candy, and brought in forsythia, which moved her to tears. [...]

[...] Jane was okay. [...] Jane most forcefully told the kids that she wouldn’t, and that she didn’t want such suggestions. Georgia agreed, though I don’t know to what extent she might have been surprised by Jane’s reactions on the spot. [...]

[...] She at once noticed and said that Jane looked much better, was moving better, and was putting on weight. The other is that at 4:27 Jane called my attention to a new motion of hers: She reached across her belly with her right hand and down to the bed on her left side, to pick up a smidgeon of tobacco or bread crust. [...]

(We were interrupted by Sharon Hawley as she came into 330 to take Jane’s temperature—97—and BP and pulse. In our discussion afterward Jane said she responds to negative suggestions much more quickly and forcefully than she used to. [...]

[...] When Jane read the session for the day before she did quite well—much better than she’d done the day before. [...]

(Then she told me about a new nurse who fed her breakfast and made her mad by talking about Jane’s going to “another facility.” [...] Jane said she wasn’t going anywhere. The nurse checked with the station to see if Jane could smoke. [...] I told Jane to tell the person to go jump in the lake. [...]

(Jane was okay on her side. [...] Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

[...] Jane told me about Toni, a large woman who often takes care of her at night, and whom I’ve never met. [...] This reminded me that although I’m with my wife there are still portions of Jane’s life I’m quite unfamiliar with—people she knows whom I never see. [...]

[...] After a cigarette Jane’s left foot began moving quite freely at the ankle in a new way. [...] Jane felt motions in her hips and right leg and stomach—I could see them. [...]

[...] Jane was doing well on her side, and as I turned her. [...] Fred Kardon must have seen the stone, Jane said, since the word was relayed through him that that’s what it was—a bladder stone. Jane didn’t see Fred. [...]

(Jane ate an excellent lunch again, and Peg Gallagher visited before she was through. After Peg left Jane and I agreed that we’d ask Seth to comment on her broken right leg, and the stone. [...]

[...] “That was rather interesting about the minerals,” I said, and read the session to Jane. [...] Jane understood the implications once I explained them. [...]

[...] I turned Jane on her left side before I left, shortly after 5:00, but I was back with the car within 15 minutes. Before I took a short nap before supper, I massaged Oil of Olay into Jane’s hands and feet, arms and lower legs. [...]

[...] Lynne took Jane’s blood pressure, which was very good at 120 over 80. I applied Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. At 4:01 Dawn took Jane’s temperature—97.5—and pulse. [...]

[...] She showed me how cloudy Jane’s urine was, when I asked. After she left, and while we were waiting for her to return, I rubbed several spots on Jane’s neck and forehead and the top of her head, and got excellent responses to most of them. The crown rubbing brought forth the best response—strong side-to-side, heavy breathing, a feeling, Jane said, in her neck, shoulders and arms and down her back. [...]

[...] She told me that Blue Cross has turned down the major medical claim for Jane, to their surprise. [...] The girl said something about Jane and “skilled nursing care,” but I didn’t really understand her, and let that go. [...]

(Jane ate well this noon, though. [...] We watched In Search Of, and I read to Jane the short newspaper article about the death of Newell Mullin, who is Sue Watkins’ father. [...]

(Then when Jan was helping Jane with her dental chores this morning, she noticed that Jane’s hands were working better—Jane even automatically reached out to hold a cup to her lips that ordinarily the staff people had to do before. [...]

(Jane had trouble eating supper, but did get something down. [...] He said he’ll be at the hospital to see Jane at about 6:00 PM tomorrow—Tuesday, to take impressions for her teeth. [...] Jane will be happy to hear that. [...]

(Jane ate well, although her teeth are bothering her. [...] She left Jane a single red rose, and wrote a nice note. [...]

[...] Jane started reading yesterday’s session, was interrupted by LuAnn checking her blood pressure early. [...] I worked with mail while Jane tried to read the session, but she had trouble doing so, and was very slow at it. [...]

(I lit a cigarette for Jane. A note about the bedsore suggestions given by our nurse, Peggy J: Last Wednesday afternoon during her regular visit Peggy told us she’d talked to her boss, Roe—also a nurse—and that Friday Roe would meet her here to look at Jane’s bedsores. [...] I’d told Jane to use suggestion so that she wouldn’t be bothered by whatever Roe might say, but suspected that Roe would want Dr. Kardon to examine the bedsores, and probably this would lead to a demand that Jane would go back into the hospital. [I didn’t tell Jane the hospital part of my suspicions, though.]

(I read yesterday afternoon’s session to Jane this morning. [...] Jane also wanted Seth to comment on her “relaxations” during the day: She sleeps practically all day while sitting in her chair. [...] At the same time, I wanted material on why Jane might be perpetuating behavior that might lead her back into the hospital—an experience which she’d found to be so traumatic last time. [...]

(On her regular Friday-afternoon visit, Peggy and Jane and I waited for Roe, who was scheduled to visit—but Roe, mysteriously, never showed up. Could she have picked up some sort of message from Jane and me? [...] Roe didn’t show up either, and Peggy didn’t mention it, nor did Peggy dwell on Jane’s bedsores. [...]

(Last night Jane slept very well. [...] This morning Sheri Peri called re her letters to England on behalf of Jane. [...]

(The object for the 71st envelope experiment was the first draft of a poem Jane and I wrote for Bill Gallagher’s birthday, which fell on Friday, July 1st. [...] Jane then typed up what we could remember; we corrected it as shown on page 51, then Jane copied it over to give Bill, along with a cake. [...]

(Jane had no idea of what Seth would talk about during the session, although both of us hoped he would discuss the events of last Friday evening, September 23, at home. Present were Bill and Peggy Gallagher, Barbara Ingold, Jane and myself. Jane has written up an account of her experience, and Peggy took partial notes. [...]

[...] Jane and Barbara had also helped because of their talk before the arrival of the Gallaghers. Jane denied Seth permission to speak, and he agreed. Later Jane began to give impressions on her own, in trance. [...]

(Jane resumed after a break, and her trance deepened considerably. [...] Jane began to speak in a halting manner, her voice dwindled, and she called my name as if in supplication. [...] She called me once again; as I went to her she burst into tears; her crying was strong and highly charged; it seemed obvious she was responding emotionally to an experience of Barbara’s of an early age; Jane seemed to have attained a state beyond words. [...]