“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Before the session Jane read over the letter from D. R. Moorcroft, the professor of physics who’d written her such a fine letter on April 3. She divided the letter into questions; Seth may discuss some of them tonight. We thought Professor Moorcroft’s letter was very well done. Seth does refer to the first question Jane had noted, and that material is also presented as the 849th session, as well as being included here.

(All of this delayed our sitting for the session until 10:07. By then, Jane said, she couldn’t remember much of Professor Moorcroft’s letter, but I told her it didn’t matter. “I’m still wiped out about Yale,” she said. She remarked more than once about her failure to win the Yale prize for younger poets in years past, Tam’s attending Yale, and so forth. “Here I thought we were going to have a nice peaceful week, with some sessions on Mass Reality, maybe, but now, who knows....”

(10:42.) A very brief beginning on question one (of Professor Moorcroft’s letter). Give us a moment....

(At the end of the 852nd session I mentioned a letter Jane had received last month from a professor of physics, and that in a recent nonbook session Seth had come through with a partial answer to some of the professor’s questions. [...] In general, then, tonight Seth discusses questions many correspondents have asked; but specifically, his material is a continuation of an answer to some of the professor’s questions. [...]

Not too long ago, a young psychology professor called and asked me to speak to his class at the local college. [...]

[...] I would mail my drawings to the professor at the end of the allotted time, and he could judge the hits and misses for himself.

Carefully—I thought!—I explained that suggestion was very important, and asked the professor to have an objective attitude during the tests. [...]

The professor was intelligent, personable, earnest. [...]

(Last Saturday evening we were visited by Dr. LeRoy Guy [I’ll call him], a professor of psychology at a well-known nearby university. [...] When Jane called Dr. Guy in return, he told her that he’d contacted her at the behest of a Dr. Camper [another pseudonym].¹ Dr. Camper, a professor of sociology at a midwestern university, had asked Dr. Guy to ask Jane to be tested for her psychic ability. [...]

Your friend—Professor “Crazies”—thought himself on the one hand very avant-garde to come here, and on the other he felt the need to protect himself, to maintain the stance of a professor. [...]

[...] Many of those people, however, in say businesses or professions, would automatically try to grasp the new ideas with one hand, while protecting themselves from any consequences with the other: “I know these ideas seem crazy, but -” or, in the case of your professor, “I collect my crazies, but those people are authentic.”

(“Well, on the same subject matter, then, why did the Harvard professor write to Jane today?”)

[...] The Harvard professor wants Jane to give a lecture, presumably for his class.

(9:35.) Like a true absent-minded professor, the conscious self forgets all this, however, so when tragedy appears in the script, difficulty or challenges, the conscious self looks for someone or something to blame. [...]

The facts are, dear psychology class and professor, that all of you are more than you know and that personality and identity are far different than you usually believe. [...]

[...] I blush to think of your fine professors reading this, and for your sakes I suggest that it not be sent out with official material.

[...] A professor, this separate again, who particularly had Philip’s respect or notice. [...]

[...] More alive than some of your professors and friends, for aliveness is dependent upon the state of your consciousness, dependent upon your awareness, your ability to perceive and to feel. [...]

(Notes: Last night, Sunday, March 16, a rather long session was held for Dr. Subadh Roy, who is a professor of philosophy and comparative religion at Mansfield State Teacher’s College [PA]. [...]

(The scientist Seth referred to is a professor of physics Jane heard from early last month. [...]

Now, in my work as a teacher I travel into many dimensions of existence, even as a traveling professor might give lectures in various states or countries. [...]

(Theodore Reff, a professor of art history at Columbia University, to whom I sent a copy of Cézanne not long ago, sent us his acknowledgment this week, although he has yet to read the book. [...]

(Then in today’s mail Jane received a letter from another doctor, as well as from a professor of mathematics – also signs that the Seth material was capable of wider appeal. [...]

[...] The child will have a son who will be a professor in a subject having to do with dirt or the earth.

(At last break I asked Jane if Seth could discuss two points: Who would be waiting for Father at his death?; and the situation surrounding a letter Jane recently received from a professor at Cornell, who works in remote sensing and asked Jane to deliver an ESP presentation to his graduate class.)

[...] He wants to know where he stands, and he wants to fit a neat category, so that he can say to the world: “If you are a shoemaker, I am something as definite; or if you are a professor, I am a writer or an artist, or a —?” He wants his contemplation to pay off, and he is very anxious about where his money goes.

(Last August Jane received a letter from Nelson Hayes, who was one of her professors at Skidmore. [...]