“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Last evening had also been very warm, and Jane had slept poorly: She kept waking up with data about dream landscapes being “right there” before her, and wondered if she could travel among them “like crossing fences from one backyard to the next.” [...]

[...] She slept well last night. [...]

[...] We didn’t carry through, but slept instead. [...]

(The session started much later than usual Saturday night, since we slept too late during our nap. [...]

[...] Then we slept.

[...] She then woke up, took a couple of aspirin, and slept through the night— in fact until about 9 AM. [...]

[...] She slept fitfully, thinking of him often when she woke up. [...]

(With emphasis, while Billy slept curled up against my left elbow as I sat on the couch writing down Seth’s material:) Animals know that their own lives spell out life’s meaning. [...]

Inner cooperation is maintained on the part of people in opposite portions of the world—methods that could not be utilized if all woke or slept at the same time. [...]

[...] And Willy slept through it all, on the divan.)

[...] Helen’s husband recently died after an operation for lung cancer; this evening Helen described to Jane a recent experience in which she felt her husband was speaking to her while she slept. [...]

[...] I slept well—and the discomfort returned full force when I got up this morning. [...]

[...] Jane had been quite blue after sleeping for a couple of hours late this afternoon—and after she’d already slept for two hours this morning. [...]

“I enjoyed the experience for some little time as Jane slept beside me, then let myself drift off to sleep.”

[...] Willy had slept beside me all of the time, twisting himself into a variety of positions. [...]

[...] Last night in bed she was very sore and uncomfortable in the head, neck, jaw and shoulder areas especially—so much so that she slept late this morning, when finally she did get to sleep after 7 AM. [...]

[...] He saw, the day that you slept (last Saturday, January 26) that he is always afraid of his performance in your eyes—that he gets up more often when you are not watching. [...]

[...] Willy slept on the couch. [...]

(Nothing more developed during the evening, however, and she slept well. [...]

[...] We slept that evening knowing that the water was dropping quickly. [...]