“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We want our nation to embark upon programs to cut, and eventually eliminate for all practical purposes, its continually growing dependence upon foreign oil, for we see great risks in an overreliance upon that course of action; we think those hazards should be obvious to everyone since the oil embargo declared against us in 1973 by the countries of the Middle East. [...]

[...] Among them are: cogeneration, the use of waste heat from manufacturing processes to generate electricity; solar radiation; ocean waves; new, more sophisticated methods of burning coal so that it’s much less polluting; subterranean heat; the production, from municipal solid wastes, of ethanol (alcohol) as an excellent substitute for gasoline; the burning of biomass — waste materials from the home and farm; various methods of deriving energy from the vast oil shale deposits in our western states; the establishment of “energy farms” of trees and hydrocarbon-generating plants; energy reservoirs of pumped water. [...]

[...] I began massaging the leg with Oil of Olay and talking to it. [...]

[...] It’s easier now for me to get the oil inside her clenched right hand, and I can feel the fingers move. [...]

(This car incident discussed by Seth refers to one I had forgotten already, though at the time it affected me strongly; and as I look back upon it, I recall it was the main reason for my own experiment with the car’s oil consumption.

[...] As a precaution I took the car to our regular gas station and left it for an oil change. [...]

[...] The assistant mechanic told me there was something wrong with the filter cap and that it could not be tightened sufficiently to prevent an oil leak. [...]

(Seth’s confirmation that I had at least some success with my car experiment prompted me to suggest to Jane that when we drove to Rochester to visit my brother William Richard Butts, that we should both concentrate on keeping the car’s consumption of oil to a minimum. [...]

[...] It feels like you’re incredibly oiled—it didn’t hurt at all.”

[...] I turned her on her side and massaged her parts with Oil of Olay. [...]

[...] I told Jane that tomorrow I’d replace the oil portrait of mine that’s been there on the bulletin board. [...]

This morning I tried to rough-in a small oil painting of myself standing before one of those walls of crystal color I’d seen in the dream. [...] I’d anticipated the failure to some extent: With mere oil paint I just couldn’t match the iridescence of that dream wall of light and color. [...]

[...] Next, I painted a small oil of the lights emitted by the two table lamps in my waking experience. [...]

(4:38 p.m. Jane said both her hands are still improving, and they seemed so to me as I massaged them with Oil of Olay after I’d turned her on her left side. [...]

[...] I turned her at 4:50, and massaged her with Oil of Olay as usual. [...]

(This afternoon I had delivered to our landlord’s supper club, here in Elmira, four large oil paintings which we mounted on the club walls. [...]

(Then Jane told me that last night Shawn Peterson had dropped the bottle of Oil of Olay, and thrown away the dispenser along with the broken glass. [...]

[...] [On July 16 Carl & Sue Watkins bought the oils of Charlie Painter, the dream hands, & Moses.]

[...] The tray came while I was massaging her with Oil of Olay. [...]

[...] I massaged her hands and feet and limbs with Oil of Olay, in my continuing process of dehypnosis, I told her. [...]

Again, the peanut oil. [...]

[...] For a week use the peanut oil each morning.

[...] I turned Jane at 4:35, then massaged her body parts as usual with Oil of Olay, talking to them as I did so. [...]

“As I came out of the experience a few moments later I resolved to paint a small oil of it, as I’ve done following my three previous perceptions of the light of the universe this year — on February 9 and 10, and on June 16. [...]

[...] Oil on panel, 13 × 10⅞ in.

[...] The increasing dependence of the United States upon nuclear power is being deeply questioned, even though that energy is supposed to help alleviate our growing reliance upon foreign oil. [...]

[...] These challenges aren’t just national, of course, but worldwide: The scientific rationale embodied in TMI runs headlong into the western world’s reliance upon energy supplies — mainly oil — from nations that are largely religiously oriented, and that profess all kinds of antipathy for social orders other than their own. [...]

(My pendulum related the symptoms to my decision to paint an oil from a small pen-and-ink sketch I had made in 1969. [...]

[...] I also had trouble figuring out the right size to make the figures in the oil—nothing was going right, and after a while it was only too obvious that my subconscious was raising hell about the whole project.

[...] I massaged Oil of Olay into her feet, legs, arms and hands and neck. [...]

[...] After I had a nap, after massaging her limbs with Oil of Olay, she ate another good supper. [...]