“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Sometimes,” I said as I talked with Jane after she’d had her lunch, “I feel like just saying the hell with it all and waiting ‘till something happens—‘till someone gets on us for money, or something—and then turning the whole thing over to Pete if necessary.” Jane agreed. But then, isn’t that what we’re doing now, in a way? I really meant, of course, that I’d forget the whole mess in the meantime. Well, that would tie in with Seth’s own material, in a fashion, and I was coming around more and more to thinking that it could save our lives.

(2:40. Cigarette. I messed with mail.

[...] After I mess around with a few plots for switch; then do some on Oversoul. [...]

The jump from a local condition to a statement like “I am a mess,” should be avoided. [...]

[...] Then in the overall he sees himself in his terms generally as a mess. [...]

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

[...] I asked Jane why she hadn’t at once asked Shawn to save it, but when she remembered to some ten minutes later, it was too late; Shawn had cleaned up the mess and thrown it all out. [...]

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

[...] Maybe the whole insurance mess will be reopened in more confusion. [...]

[...] I messed with some mail.

[...] She didn’t get her lower teeth back afterward because they’d become messed up, she said.

[...] I had to shovel the driveway — about four inches of snow — since snow had fallen most of the day, and I didn’t want a mess out there today. [...]

(This morning I’d typed the final version of the letter to Maude Cardwell, instead of messing with it any more, and at 3:00 Jane began reading it. [...]

[...] I was even messing around with book titles today, though I know I shouldn’t do that.”¹

(As far as changing our mental accounts re Prentice, I don’t know whether I can bring myself to do that or not, especially after the foreign mess. [...]

[...] I don’t want to mess anything up….”

(Sue Watkins has offered to help with the mail, but I don’t know what to do —guess I’m afraid that once it’s out of our house and hands the situation would turn into a mess. [...]

(I showed Jane the list of questions I’ve been acquiring, at Seth’s own suggestion, and told her that one of them concerned the insurance situation — that I didn’t want to mess it up by demanding action from our lawyer, say. [...]

(Pause; groping; phonetic.) The last name, Mess-Peralla. [...]

[...] “But what makes me so furious,” I said to Jane Sunday, “is that the species has the ability to accomplish something like that, but then makes such a mess of things back home on the planet. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Some kind of white gum, or glue, had been rubbed into my scalp through my hair to improve the electrical contacts, and when the test was finished the attendant simply grabbed one area of the equipment and pulled the entire mess off my head in one motion—which felt like my entire scalp was coming off. [...]

[...] This is one of the main reasons why he seems to have such great difficulty in getting up in the mornings during the week; where at least he felt he could arise with some dignity alone, and if he was a mess you would not be there to reprove him.