“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You will say, I am a physical organism and I live within the boundaries cast upon me by space and time. [...] I am more than I know that I am, and there is no place within me that creativity does not exist. [...]

[...] Unless you have read the material, it does me little good to go deeply into any specific problems or questions, since you will not have the background for this. [...]

[...] I regret also the necessary limitations put upon me by this method of communication. [...]

(Jane gave me a punctuation here: “There’s a period after the minus side.”)

[...] Ground rules expelled me. [...]

(She now drew for Carl and me the illustration at the left.“This is the apple with a stem,” she said, “that the personality was trying to get across.” [...]

Pius, doesn’t sound right to me, 8, 1... [...]

[...] “Seth saying that makes perfect sense to me. It doesn’t bother me,” Jane said when I asked her what she thought of Seth’s material. [...]

(To me:) You spoke today, or this evening, about some [world] statesmen who are not young at all, and men and women who do not only achieve (pause), but who open new horizons in their later years. [...]

[...] The fact that the ship could navigate that way underwater was a revelation to me, and I knew that in some way this boded well for my future. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Give me a moment, please. [...]

[...] Jane said she hadn’t expected Seth to give me this information tonight, and she was somewhat surprised by it. [...]

(She also said the she could very plainly and definitely feel Seth probing into me in order to give just the right kind of information concerning practicing psy-time. [...]

[...] (400, 401 sessions.) You can also imagine how that natural object would appear to others of various ages and temperaments, or to me, or how curious it would seem to someone who does not dwell within your own system. [...]

[...] Standing, the top part of me straightens for a few minutes. [...]

Eyes bothered me quite a bit all day; got some discouraged though did try to keep spirits up, etc.; and did fairly decent job of it.

(Sue’s note intrigued me anew: After class I promised her that not only would I search our files about Grunaargh, but that with Seth’s help Jane and I would eventually get more information on that family, and present it somewhere in the notes for “Unknown” Reality. [...] Sue had picked up on the Grunaargh¹ during the 598th session, which she’d recorded for me the evening after Jane had made the whole Sumari breakthrough in class, on November 23, 1971.

(Before tonight’s session Jane told me that she felt the Grunaargh represented a variation of Seth’s Gramada family of consciousness. [...] Then she reminded me that several times during the past week she’d felt that Borledim, the next family of consciousness on Seth’s list, is strongly concerned with parenthood and related roles.)

[...] “That wasn’t Seth’s voice, but I recognized it as giving me the answer I wanted,” she told me later. [...]

[...] Then during class she handed me a note that I’ll paraphrase a bit here: “In a session on Sumari I witnessed in 1971 or early 1972 — I picked up a family-of-consciousness name, and Seth said it was ‘Grunaargh.’ It wasn’t on the list given last month.”

[...] The break after 1st half hour served to encourage me, personally, that data was okay—before I continued. [...]

4. Any more on me, or my eyes?

[...] “It makes me so mad. [...] Then she amended: “It makes me mad because I feel like I’m in an odd in-between subjective state. [...]

(Jane said she couldn’t really describe them now, but she had “great emotional feelings” when she delivered the part of the session about my thinking that selling work made me a prostitute. [...]

[...] You can call on me if you want to—

[...] If Ruburt were under hypnosis you would then command him to let me speak. [...]

[...] And from me you get knowledge of its feelings and attitudes when you request them.

[...] Seth told me some time ago that my father had given me his hay fever, and that for reasons of my own I had accepted the “gift.”

[...] (Jane, as Seth, directed an inquiring look at me.) Unless you have any preliminary questions…

[...] “When I looked at those notes I knew all of a sudden that I was to do that book — Heroics — that I was to keep on looking for the heroic self I’d written about in Politics,” she told me as we ate lunch. [...]

(“I know it,” I said as Seth stared at me. [...]

(10:23 P.M. But, I told Jane with some humor of my own, I also knew that that knowledge wouldn’t stop me from occasionally inserting what I think is a particularly good and appropriate nonbook session into whatever project Seth may have going at the time. [...]

[...] They had to do with inspiration, Jane’s attitudes toward me as an authority figure, and so forth. This noon she’d made a very revealing remark, to the effect that her being out of condition was of service to me, also. [...]

Let him do his walking or whatever so that he is free to just sit and write before or afterward—you follow me. [...]

[...] The pendulum told me yesterday that it was because I was concerned that our finishing Psyche this year would give us more money, which in turn would mean that our taxes next April would be higher —a ridiculous worry, I agree, and quite in keeping with my past attitudes about money and taxes. I did think I’d learned some things about money and taxes, but this latest hassle makes me wonder. [...]

[...] No sooner had I returned home Thursday after the extractions, than Jane told me Eleanor Friede wanted to visit this Saturday. [...]

(Jane surprised me by mentioning a session at about 7:40. By the time she called me to sit for it, it was 8:35—and her mood had changed. [...]

(After supper Jane offered to have a session for me because during the day I’d had a number of recurrences of the panic feelings in my chest. [...]

[...] Georgia, Mary Jean, and Jan came in to kid around, eat chocolate-covered graham crackers, and drop veiled references to the birthday party they’re planning for me tomorrow. [...] They asked what my favorite cake was while telling me theirs — and I said chocolate with chocolate icing.

[...] “Longer than you want, probably,” she said, meaning that it would take me more time to type tonight. [...]

[...] But to me her unintelligible shouting signaled more than a physical affliction.)

(I felt depressed after today’s session, for it seemed to me that Jane still hasn’t shaken her fears, especially her distrust of her own body and its processes, after all this time. [...]

[...] “Is that too daring, too far out?” she asked me. [...]

[...] “But I don’t care what he talks about,” she said, “as long as he starts out with something and keeps me going.”

[...] I asked her now to dictate to me exactly what she wanted me to record: “Now he’s telling us that to take conscious control of your beliefs and life and everything does involve a new manipulation of consciousness, where I’d been knocking my guts out thinking it should be something you can do real easy. [...]