“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....

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....

untasted ‘till now.

[...] Then on April 14 Ethel Waters calls from Production at Tam’s insistence saying that after Events was delayed till May 14 because of the disclaimer problems; so it would come out the same month as God of Jane.... [...]

(“Sometimes,” I said as I talked with Jane after she’d had her lunch, “I feel like just saying the hell with it all and waiting ‘till something happens—‘till someone gets on us for money, or something—and then turning the whole thing over to Pete if necessary.” [...]

Sleep great rest of night till near morning when I believe I had a session last night for the couple who visited and I am aware of some feelings about the sessions that have angered me since the beginning. [...]

[...] But we will let it go for the moment, refresh ourselves and allow the energy of creativity to work upon the paragraph till we return to it.” [...]

(This noon Frank Longwell visited briefly, and agreed to take down the damaged Chinese elms in the back yard, till the soil, and put in wild flowers. [...]

[...] Jane had slept till noon, following her very restless night, and she also took a nap when I did this afternoon. [...]

(“I slept late, till 10:30, after a poor night.... [...]

[...] I was of course amazed, since the parents weren’t due back from Florida ‘till May.

[...] (I no) lag till I could come through. [...]

[...] The company referred to in the session arrived at 4 and stayed till 9 PM. [...]

[...] I did not learn this till January when Crosson told me in a letter. [...]

[...] [She’d slept ‘till noon.] The material had begun to flow quite effortlessly because of her concern over what I’d written in my notes for Monday’s session, about her being unable to take care of herself physically any longer. [...]

[...] It seems morally wrong—not so much to work at night as to sleep till noon (as Jane did today; although she hadn’t worked last night). [...]

[...] I wanted to postpone visit to emergency room “till test results were in,” but Dr. S. won’t be at St. Joe’s next week. [...]

Partially and I will save the rest of the goodies till you are ready for them. [...]

Larry was telling me that he had a new job, running the cash register at a convenient grocery store, and I nodded but the (shivery) feeling persisted till the next moment when I checked my predictions.

If possible, also vitamins from now till early spring. [...]

[...] But I added that FL could massage her legs “till doomsday,” and it would do little good until we came to terms with the basic causes behind the symptoms.

[...] I couldn’t wait till Rob came home so I could tell him what happened.