“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Now Seth asked me to open a beer for Jane. “I don’t want to give him a break yet,” he added — the “him” stemming from Jane’s male entity name, Ruburt. It was obvious that Jane was in a very deep trance. [...]

(Yesterday Jane and I read the Time magazine cover story for November 13, 1972, featuring Richard Bach and his book, Jonathan Livingston Seagull. [...]

(It isn’t necessary to go into dates and other details here; but several days before we were told that the Bach story’s originally scheduled appearance in late October had been postponed, Jane had a vivid dream giving her that literal information. [...]

(Now Seth paused, and Jane said that that was the end of the message. [...] Then Jane began to receive another message, which she dictated.)

[...] Your Jane sets up barriers. [...] I’m well aware there is no blood relation between Loren and Jane. [...]

[...] Jane paced back and forth constantly as she delivered the above message. [...] Also, Jane’s voice was getting hoarse. [...]

[...] Jane and I did not see her, but on occasion we heard her voice through the door to her apartment as we used the hall. [...] Jane had visited her a couple of times through the week, and Miss Callahan now recognized her when she saw her. [...]

(Jane and I were pleased at Seth’s statement that no distortion did occur, but only a partial blocking. Jane is still very cautious where personal material is concerned. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] Jane resumed dictating in the same quiet manner at 10:09.)

[...] But it developed that Jane had one of her most uncomfortable nights in years last night; she woke up often, very stiff, particularly in the dawn hours. [...] Later we wished we’d had the presence of mind to get up at dawn, say, when Jane’s more acute discomfort began.

(Jane also through the day received from Seth some material in answer to my remarks at breakfast this morning about the jacket colors chosen for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality. [...] I for one have long reached the point where I expect little else from Prentice-Hall except shoddy work, and I think that by now Jane more or less agrees. [...]

[...] Jane laughed. [...] Then Jane added: “I just got that he’s going to devote part of another session, a private one, to beliefs people have about old age. [...]

[...] After expressing a couple of reassuring thoughts for Jane, in line with his private material for Monday night’s session, Seth said good night at 10:15 P.M. “Listen, I came so close to not having this session,” Jane said. [...]

(Since Jane held the 922nd session a month ago, she’s given five more nonbook regular sessions. [...]

As for Jane: So many physical changes had taken place in her body today, she was so “out of it” by suppertime, that she didn’t know whether or not she could even have a session. [...]

(The following isn’t dictation, of course, but concerns instead a very vivid dream Jane had the day before yesterday, and Seth’s interpretation of it this evening. We’re presenting that dream material here because it contains elements of general interest, and covers points some readers have touched upon in their letters to Jane [and Seth]. Jane’s dream made me a little envious [even if an element of fear might be involved in such an event], since I don’t recall ever having had one like it. [...]

(In this noon’s mail Jane received from her editor, Tam Mossman, an early printer’s proof of the book jacket for The Afterdeath Journal of an American Philosopher: The World View of William James. This is the first time we’ve seen the design, and we like it very much: The long title, along with Jane’s name and Introduction by Seth, are well arranged in subtle pastel colors against a deep blue background. [...]

[...] Because of various delays, Jane is still waiting for news of the book’s official acceptance, even though she knows that Tam and other executives there like it very much. [...] Jane doesn’t know what to think. [...]

(Afterwards we talked over Jane’s recent idea — to holding, say, a session per day for six consecutive days, to see how much Seth would get done on the book in such an arbitrary period. [...] Jane stopped looking at the book in the 521st session for March 30; it’s now July 1.)

(At the end of the last session, which was held the day before yesterday, Jane told me that Seth had the rest of Chapter Ten planned; tonight, now, she said she didn’t have the slightest idea of how Seth would continue his work on the chapter.

[...] I expected all the racket to break Jane’s trance, but it didn’t; she paused for a few moments and then continued.)

(Jane has decided to use the passages on unlimited human potentialities, given by Seth in the last session, to close out her ESP book.

(Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed, at 8:59. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual for a first delivery. [...]

JANE’S POSITIVE RESULTS.

[...] Seth often did this — whether we asked him to or not — closing out book and/or general sessions with comments of varying length for Jane and me.

(Seth nodded and closed Jane’s eyes.

(I barely had a chance to relax my hand, and Jane and I had just begun to discuss the session, when Seth came through again. Jane dictated in a quiet voice while sitting across from me at 11:08.)

[...] Seth had not said too much about the house adventure, so Jane and I were discussing this when he came through again. Again Jane dictated while sitting down. [...]

(Last Thursday, 7/30, Jane and I were notified by the Veteran’s Administration that our application for a G.I. loan to purchase the Birch house was denied; the reason given was the steep dirt road leading up to the place.

[...] (While we were in Sayre; Jane was doing the washing; mother was cooking dinner, etc.) He remembered you and the pendulum, and having none there instead allowed submerged feelings up. [...] (Jane told me about some of them at the time; which I thought an advancement.) He was scandalized and outraged. [...]

[...] (That I wrote to Jane on December 31, 1971. Jane is still deciphering this.)

[...] I don’t believe Jane knew this in those terms. [...] I haven’t discussed it with Jane, though, just considering it a technical problem involved in the art, as I would suppose she would work at writing a paragraph, etc.

[...] The sound penetrated the two closed doors between Jane’s study and the living room, where we were. [...] Jane, in trance, seemed not to hear it.

[...] Jane’s pace had been good. [...] After break Seth delivered two pages of data for Jane and me, and the session ended at 11:01 p.m.)

[...] Earlier this evening, for instance, Jane took a call from the High Sierra country in California.)

Jane, then, wrote those two poems 16 days before she dictated the last session for Seth’s The Nature of the Psyche on April 4, 1977; one month before she began dictating Mass Events on April 18, 1977; two years and two months before she began God of Jane on May 6, 1979; two years and six months before she began dictating the Preface for Dreams on September 25, 1979; two years and eight months before she came up with the idea for If We Live Again on November 15, 1979; three years and five months before she began dictating Seth’s material on the magical approach to reality in Dreams on August 6, 1980; four years before she began dictating Seth’s sinful-self material in that book on March 11, 1981; four years and three months before she began coming through with her own sinful-self information on June 17, 1981; and four years and five months before, on August 26, 1981, she wrote the poem in Note 6 for Session 936 of Dreams: “Something in me / ebbs and tides, / as if I let myself / for a while / be washed away / out to sea / while leaving / some spidery shell / upon the shore /….”

I see that expanse of time (that four years and five months), as being really an emotional bridge between Jane’s poem in Note 6 for the 936th session and the two she wrote in March 1977. [...] For I feel now, in connection with the two “new” poems, the same profound sensations I had concerning Jane’s challenges when I wrote in Note 6: “Perhaps it was her poetic art of expression that helped me identify so strongly with her emotions, but I suddenly felt that even I had never really understood the myriad depths of her challenges and her reactions to them.” [...]

Now, however, I took another small step and understood that if the three poems reflect deep fears Jane has, revolving around her abilities, they’re also united by her determination to press on with those gifts. [...] (The session I cited had been held in February 1980, when Jane had been speaking for Seth for more than 17 years.)

(Yesterday Jane finished typing Chapter 15 of God of Jane. [...] Jane also described events relative to her creation of “A Psychic Manifesto” in Chapter 14 of God of Jane [I expect to finish the notes for Mass Events within a couple of weeks.]

“The other day Jane and I were talking about people who maintain that the universe is an accident, or that it has no meaning, or that there’s no such thing as life after death, or that psychic abilities don’t exist—that sort of thing. [...] Some people have built careers around negative beliefs like that, and Jane and I were wondering how they react after physical death, when they discover that they still live—that they may have spent their professional lives maintaining belief systems which after death they begin to understand are quite wrong. [...]

[...] Incredible, Jane and I thought, that 1980 was already four months old. [...]

[...] (Jane held up her cigarette lighter.) The events in the times of the Crusades, for example, were this high. (Jane raised an arm over her head, full length.) Following the analogy the times, the physical times in which they would ordinarily have occurred, would have ended, say, here—(Jane indicated a spot six inches above the lighter)—but the energy was so great that it catapulted some of these events, displacing what you think of as time, so that they appeared, as Hitler did, where theoretically, now, they should not have.

[...] He called Jane last Friday from his home in Bridgehampton, New York; he wanted some insights into his writing of Seagull; Richard attended ESP class last night, and heard Seth, Sumari, etc. Jane also gave an excellent reading for him.

(Richard’s editor at Macmillan wants to see whatever work Jane has available, that is uncommitted.)

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] Jane resumed in the same quiet, and at times much amused manner at 9:43.)

[...] By the time session time approached Jane said she was too hot and tired to feel nervous, or anything else. [...]

(Jane began dictating in a quiet voice, at a comfortable speed as far as my writing ability was concerned. [...]

(Here Seth asked me to get “whatever it is one uses” to keep the hair out of Jane’s eyes, meaning her barrette. Jane was still in trance when I handed it to her, and she thrust it into her hair above her right forehead in what was not the neatest way, but it did the job.)

[...] Jane’s trance had been good. [...] Tam hadn’t mentioned this to Jane before. [...]

[...] The very beginning of the session is not recorded because I was working in the studio in the back of the apartment when Seth came through as Jane, Eve and Tam sat in the living room.

(Jane’s back had bothered her, beneath a shoulder blade, for the last two days, and I asked that Seth discuss this. Jane said just before the session tonight that she had a slight pyramid feeling—discussed in several previous sessions—and that she had also been aware of this sensation just before a spontaneous session for her ESP class last night; and just before the 435th, seance, session.

(At 9:19 Jane, As Seth, pointed at the floor, her eyes closed. [...] I did not because Seth was making an effort to give information on Jane’s back symptom, and thought this more important.

(Actually Jane, or Seth, gave no sign of being bothered. [...] Jane sat quietly, eyes closed, smoking. [...]

[...] As we sat at Jane’s worktable looking them over, I remarked that the notes were well written—this was my particular work. Jane said she felt Seth around, tired as she was. [...]

(This unexpected little session was Jane’s first upon our returning to Elmira, NY from Marathon, FL. [...]

[...] When we reached Troy, Pennsylvania, yesterday afternoon, some twenty-four miles south of Elmira, Jane told me she felt revitalized suddenly.)

7. Seth calls Jane

9. When Jane comes out of trance, who tells first? [...]

[...] Jane calls break