“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I awakened toward morning with my body quite sore and with the memory of an earlier dream scene. I had come into a room to find some kind of religious talk going on, people in folding chairs; I’m rather surprised. I’m obviously interrupting so I sit down gingerly till the affair is over. Later a woman puts me in charge of cleaning up the silverware—perhaps used for refreshments at the meeting. I tell the “help” that this isn’t my cup of tea, they will have to help; at the same time I discover that this isn’t the best silver as I’d thought but serviceable enough stuff. I don’t think the good silver had been used. My body hurt from polishing the stuff....

Just before awakening I’m aware of my body’s soreness and think it’s from caring for the silverware, which wasn’t even the best silverware; that somehow the silver represented my psychic ability.... or just abilities in general, and being so careful of them turned me into their servants....

The dream comes to mind several times but don’t type it up till the weekend. I did jot it down immediately though, feeling that it was significant. There was a feeling of disappointment connected and I’d say that it represents some feelings about my abilities—I thought they were sterling—really terrific—and wore myself out caring for them, but I fear that they are only very good serviceable ones after all, their earlier promise not proving true.... or that my over-care of them has turned them into functional serviceable tools.... implements for nourishment rather than the elegant more artistic connections of sterling silver—which is itself beautiful while also serving a function.... The earlier religious scene suggests that I was appalled to find my abilities leading me anywhere within the realm of religious ideas at all to start with. By being so careful with the abilities—actually because I valued them, I end up being their servant, but actually end up using my abilities at the service of others—to help save the world, solve problems, etc.... gain being overly concerned with their utility....

JANE’S SILVER DREAM FRAGMENT

(Yesterday Jane began writing a rather long poem, in Sumari, that she calls The Song of the Silver Brothers. [...]

[...] [They began to approach those described in the 639th session in Chapter Ten, and the 653rd session in Chapter Thirteen, to name but two such instances mentioned in this book.] Finally she called me at 3:30 p.m. as I was painting in my studio, and read Silver Brothers to me. [...]

[...] The silver figure is the other end, the other pole, of the ape. [...]

[...] But he is not relying alone upon “his own” resources, but upon those great dimensions of energy that connect the soul and body—the silver guide and the ape.

There is a definite connection between his desire to stop smoking, and the fact that he has found silver threads among the black. [...]

[...] Then at his command, four silver dollars disappeared through the tabletop and he caught them underneath in the palm of his hands. [...]

[...] But it is not handed out to you on a silver platter. [...]

[...] It is colored however, perhaps with a metallic color, (pause) of silver color.

[...] I will say on the order of a gray or silver metallic color, mainly. [...]

[...] I will say on the order of a gray or silver metallic color, mainly.” [...]

[...] I never did feel any alarm, and at no time did I see, or feel, the “astral silver cord.” [...]

[...] The letter opener is a metal-type one, I believe of a silver color. [...]

[...] /
So I’m making / imaginary ones / which snip /
the dream leash / into a thousand silver / pieces— /
that melt before my / dream-real eyes.

(Rachel had been discussing a story on astral projection which told of a man seeing a black shape trying to sever the silver cord so he could not return to his body.)

[...] The negative habits knock away even spontaneity for all thoughts of good will and health and vitality disappear beneath these thoughts that you are handing yourself every day like poison upon the spoon, whether the spoon be wooden or tarnished or silver. [...]

Silver pennent or chain

[...] A love of fine silver and ornamentation from those days. [...]

There is a coffee urn, or a silver-colored urn. [...]

[...] It is of dull silver color, of necklace length perhaps. [...]

[...] A slim one of silver color. [...]

[...] The decorations are of gold color rather than silver, and the numbers are comparatively small, rather than large.