“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I think my symptoms are all the worse because of what I do in contrast. Eddie seeing me might think understandably: how can she offer any hope for mankind, etc., when she cant even walk across the room? Like ... I’m not getting this clear but the feeling was like you’re supposed to demonstrate truth through your life and my symptoms sort of were the opposite, or indicated the opposite; not only didn’t I heal others but not even myself. I forget just how those feelings went, but that approximates them, being ashamed of my condition as if for Christ’s sake, they blemished my art, or ashamed because they blemished my work. All this quite apart from the normal feelings about health. I mean that in my mind the symptoms were associated with my work as if they cast aspersions on it—quite apart from worrying about what they did to me. Following these came feelings of disapproval because I fussed happily around with switch plots when... what Eddie wanted were answers to those weighty problems, and I come up with switch plots, that any other writer could do... I didnt spontaneously come up with impressions for example about switch programing...

(Eddie Albert calls again today telling me he just finished Speaks, asking about world problems, starvation, good and evil, etc. After I mess around with a few plots for switch; then do some on Oversoul. Nap. When I awaken:

[...] (Pause.) You create lives for yourselves, changing them as you go along, as a writer might change a book, altering the circumstances, changing the plots. [...]

[...] Ruburt for example will enjoy and make use of whatever land he has, be it only the dirt in a window-sill plot. [...]

[...] It becomes very difficult to explain such occurrences in the light of the plots and scenes provided by your usual mental programming. [...]

[...] So you plot a straight course, it seems, through time, never realizing in our analogy that the wheel’s circular motion allows you to transverse this ongoing road. [...]

[...] (Pause.) You would do well with male characters and be fairly strong in plotting. [...]

In Framework 2, for one thing, the probabilities concerning national economics are known, and your course is indeed being plotted, for your benefit, among multitudinous issues, of which you are not consciously aware. [...]

[...] The plot is left open, but in the deepest terms the whole self, through its personalities, probes deeply into the meaning of life in all of its manifestations. [...]

[...] Nevertheless any reasonable plot of land would have satisfied this to a reasonable and realistic degree. [...]

You have nothing to do with making the movie, nothing to do with the plot or the characters, yet you can see the ending, and from the action you know what the developments will bring. [...]

[...] Now we are speaking of a planned movie, with a plot. [...]

[...] The plots may be stereotyped or the acting horrendous, but in the most conventional terms the “good” man wins.

Like this imaginary multidimensional television, the psyche contains within it other programs than the one in which you are acting — other plots, environments, and world situations. [...]

(After tonight’s session Jane said she vaguely remembers a small plot of grass and vegetables, bordered by flowers, maintained by her grandfather in the backyard of her home in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] He might then come on himself in the guise of [the hero detective], but enlarging upon the characterization, adding more dimension to the plot. [...]

[...] Our fifty- or sixty- or seventy-year life-spans are like self-contained novels, well plotted and executed.

[...] Something square, as a plot. [...]

[...] Both were buried in the family plot in Tunkhannock. [...]