“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She ate a piece of candy as I worked with mail. [...]

[...] By 4:15 she was dozing at times as I did mail. [...]

[...] I worked with mail a little. [...]

[...] I messed with some mail.

[...] While I worked on mail her left foot came up again—a good three inches this time, as she grunted and her head moved against the pillow. [...]

[...] She had some bladder spasms, and finally laid aside the session to have a cigarette while I worked on mail. [...]

[...] Judy emptied Jane’s Foley, or catheter bag, Dorothy took her blood pressure and pulse, and Carla her temperature — 98.2. I did some more mail until Jane said she was ready for a session. [...]

[...] Nevertheless, I stopped at the post office on my way to the hospital to mail all of the information about the Infirmary and Steve to Pete. [...]

[...] I messed with mail. [...]

[...] Late that month — unbelievably to me — I finished my own work on Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality, and immediately began to type the final draft of the sessions; as I finished groups of sessions I mailed them to Tam every few days, while at the same time collaborating with Jane on the table of contents for the book. [...] Jane finished typing her manuscript for Seven Two on October 3, and I helped her correct that book for mailing on October 9. My own mailings for Volume 2 continued until the 21st of the month, when at last that very long project was completed and out of the house in its entirety for the first time. [...]

(Resuming our chronology: On October 24, 1978, Jane worked out the Table of Contents for Seth’s Psyche, and started her Introduction for it on the 26th; we mailed Psyche to Tam in sections as we put the manuscript together, and finished with that endeavor on November 9. On November 14 Eleanor Friede visited us to renew an old friendship and to go over Emir with Jane. [...] On December 7 the copyedited manuscript for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality came; it’s more than 900 pages long, and painstakingly checking every word on every page of that book kept us busy until Christmas Eve; I mailed it to Tam on December 26. [...]

(10:07 P.M. I told Jane that if Seth hadn’t gone into it on his own, I’d have asked him to comment on her mail reactions. Jane said she’d also wanted material on the mail; she seldom asks for anything specific from Seth before a session. [...]

[...] But she’s been bothered more than once lately by the contents of some of her mail — the letters of woe she attracts from readers who earnestly petition aid of various kinds from Seth and herself. [...]

[...] Finished letter to the magazine; it gets mailed Monday A.M.” [...]

(Ever since mailing in the finished manuscript of her ESP book Jane has been very restless. [...]

First of all, he has not relaxed since he mailed his book, really.

[...] On the envelope paper beneath stamp #2 is a green printed box of the type used for prepaid mail, but I do not know if this is what Seth means by “lines on the other side.” [...]

[...] mail PM 2 hrs. [...]

[...] The mail appears to have increased in volume, at least for this time of year. It’s difficult to tell —although if she takes a couple of weeks off from answering mail, as she had done, then the amount we do get quickly becomes apparent in a new way: sheer bulk. [...]

[...] Jane said that after she did the mail today she got a few quick insights that Seth went into much more. [...]

[...] Like political hostages, it does not get all of the mail—or the mail it does get is apt to be censored, so it is not operating with a full set of facts. [...]

[...] Your impulses immediately begin to broaden your picture of reality, to uncensor the mail, so to speak. [...]

[...] I picked up the mail at the box before I left—including a riotous letter from Saul Cohen, our editor at Prentice-Hall. [...]

(I worked with mail a little. [...]

[...] Thursday in the mail receive a letter all about the new home-sized computers, how they worked, and how one could be used to work with our records and sessions....)

Answer some mail PM, dishes, etc. [...]

[...] I explained the two letters I’d found in the mail last night from Blue Cross. [...]

[...] Jane began reading yesterday’s session while I got out the mail. [...]

(The 66th envelope object was a postcard mailed to us by our neighbor across the hall, Leonard Yaudes, from Portland, Maine, on July 23,1966. [...]

(Another valid connection is that Leonard mailed the card to us from the state of Maine, where he was vacationing on a camping trip; implying woods in the state parks where he did stay, as we later learned.

(The mention of a dress is interesting, implying a female—and a female did accompany Leonard to Maine, from where he mailed us the object. [...]

[...] It was mailed to Jane and me on August 11,1966 by my mother, but was not used as envelope object.)

(This afternoon Jane wrote a letter to a spiritual healer, Harry Edwards, in England, but has yet to mail it. [...]

[...] The letter should be mailed however. [...]

For all of these reasons I suggest the letter be mailed. [...]

(Just before we left on vacation on July 19, we received a copy of a letter from Dr. Bernard that he’d mailed to our publishers at Prentice-Hall.)

(I also wanted Seth to comment upon my very discouraged reactions to the mail today; the letters were certainly not the kind we wanted in response to our efforts, I thought.

[...] You age of communications has significantly altered public and private life, so that for example by mail Ruburt might receive as many petitions as the king of a country in times past. [...]

[...] I reminded her of my two questions from Monday’s session, plus the one about my reaction to the mail today. [...]

[...] While I worked with mail, Jane began reading yesterday’s session. [...]

[...] Out of the mail I’d picked a letter from a sincere individual who’d tried to visit us this summer. [...]

[...] The card was mailed to Jane and me by my mother from Tunkhannock, PA, on August 11,1966. [...]

[...] Something sent through the mail in an envelope. [...]

[...] In addition, the greeting card was mailed to us by Mother from Tunkhannock, PA, where she visited my brother and his wife. [...]

[...] Also: The card was mailed to us from 54 Slocum Avenue, Tunkhannock, PA.

(7th Question continued: “The object I believe came through the mail, whether or not it is a photograph.” [...] The object is of course a letter; it is destined to go through the mail tomorrow. A related thought concerns the letter I had from Dr. Lodico, and mentioned earlier—this of course has already gone through the mail, on August 31.

[...] I sealed it in an envelope when finished; then showed this to Jane and asked her to mail it tomorrow morning. [...]

[...] The object I believe came through the mail, whether or not it is a photograph.

[...] I did ask her to mail it, though, and described its contents roughly.