“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The experiment that I’ve got in mind is some more of this stuff going out the back, because I think we’ve done a great job of that, and I feel it’s quite significant. [...]

[...] Seth finished his part of the second volume over a year ago, and since then I’ve carefully gone over my original notes for it; I’ve rewritten almost all of them (often many times) in an effort to get them just right, in my view. [...]

(Since last March, then, we’ve been holding our private, or nonbook, sessions twice a week usually: Their regular production came to be a steady, reassuring flow of creativity in back of all of the other, often hectic activities I’ve listed here. [...]

[...] Since then, we’ve voiced our hopes often that Seth will go into the entire Jonestown affair in Mass Events; he can’t but help be aware of our wishes! [...]

[...] This personal material did help give us a much larger perspective on our various challenges, and we’ve made some inroads in overcoming them. [...]

[...] I keep asking: ‘Is it good, is it good?’ I know it is, but I’ve got that empty feeling again, because of the suspense….”)

I think that I’ve had a number of waking and dreaming experiences in which Jane and I have communicated with each other since her physical death thirteen months ago. [...] I’m offering two such events of my own, and one from the friend I’ve never met in person, Valerie Wood.

So if I insist that I’ve communicated with Jane at times, then I’m obligated to consider statements from others claiming the same thing. [...] (“Yes, I’m convinced that you have reached Jane, just as I have.”) I’m not contradicting myself when I note that perhaps — and I’ve suspected for a long time that ultimately this is correct — it is true that on some far levels of consciousness and communication that we do not (or even cannot) understand at this “time,” each person who is so inclined to do so has at least touched a Jane who responded clearly enough. [...]

[...] I’ve often become aware of the one to follow; it reminds me of certain speculations and truths that I think will always be with me.

Last night was the fifth night in a row that I’ve slept on the screened-in back porch in my new sleeping bag. [...]

[...] (There was some other stuff I got but I’ve forgotten it already.) Anyway the chapter was to be followed according to what I got, by one on frightened people who suddenly break out of old ideas, open their mental environments, and seemingly work miracles in their lives; like the old man, the old woman....

[...] “You’ve got to turn your world upside down,” she told Stuart. “If you don’t like the reality you’ve created, change your focus. [...]

[...] Like some others we’ve seen, he was so locked into his reality that he was really quite unreachable. [...]

[...] I think I’ve wondered more than once, for instance, about what purposes a given life may be serving that we’re quite unaware of, or blind to.)

[...] I’ve reminded her about walking twice each day. [...] Both of us have been making pronounced efforts—although that’s not the right word for it—to trust that our challenges will be taken care of in Framework 2. I think I’ve had some good success there.

I’ve done the best I could
with thy sweet heritage of blood,
one creature like all the rest
born from your power and benevolence,
graced to share in what you are
for your love’s multiplication
knows no prejudice,
so let me humbly state my thanks

I’ve always transferred my life to letters,
and one day it will reside
exclusively in written nouns and vowels,
clean paragraphs
distilled from mysterious life’s days.
Even before death’s event
I plan my mind’s resting place
as if there is a second life
in thought’s products that defies
the brain’s shorter span, and rises
sans blood, flesh, hand or eye,
self-contained, truly alive at last;
like some mental balloon
set on a safe course finally
through unexplored skies
when the hand that holds it
lets it go.

[...] I’ve thought of trying to find another place to paint, especially for the larger works I plan to do, but not of leaving her. It’s true that my patience has been sorely tested of late, and, as I told her, I feel that I’ve done a lot during our relationship to help her and go along with her ideas. [...]

(I’ve finished typing the sessions for Monday and Tuesday evenings, and Jane has read and reread them. [...]

[...] Laurel has been a marvelous help to me for all of the years we’ve been together, just as I’ve tried to help her. I’ve often thought, and hesitantly told her, that I think she saved me after Jane’s passing. [...]

[...] The original is attached to this session: “I’ve experienced odd perceptions in relaxed states,” Jane wrote. [...]

[...] “I’ve heard the name before, though.” [...]

[...] As I’ve mentioned recently before, the fear itself could have by now—must have—acquired a life of its own, after all of those years, and it would as an entity resist being dispensed with, or transformed. [...]

[...] “Well, if we’ve made no major errors,” I said to Jane recently, “what do you call the hassles we do have?”’ I was—am—quite aware of the humor implicit in the whole situation. [...]

[...] The idea is that she’ll be free to do what she wants with the Seth material, for as long as she wants to, without our adding fuel to her fears until we’ve had a chance to work things through. [...]

(Even today’s mail, which we read after finishing our discussion, contained several beautiful examples of points I’ve described above. [...]

(Perhaps our biggest challenge from now on will be how to deal with the “fallout” from work we’ve already done—those 17 books out there that are constantly drawing a very mixed group of reactions from people “across the board.” [...]

[...] Just now, reading a letter from the editor of an occult journal I found myself mentally responding in James vein, saying: I am somewhat judicious, and therefore waited before responding”—and suddenly I saw—that I WAS SOMEWHAT JUDICIOUS—I AM SOMEWHAT JUDICIOUS and in my mind I’ve thought that I was if anything overly spontaneous and therefore to be watched lest my spontaneity contradict my “reason” as if on my own I had no “judiciousness”—and not seeing in fact that the symptoms were the result of —over-judiciousness. [...]

[...] My own long-range goal in working with the Seth books is one that I’ve found very difficult to achieve: I want to catch up on the backlog of work involved with the books so that I can devote most of my efforts to whatever the current Seth book is — while Seth is still producing it. This would certainly be a luxury for me; in my notes for Mass Events I’ve shown how complicated affairs could get for Jane and me when I had to juggle several projects at once over long periods of time.

(Through all of our personal activities, Jane and I are intensely conscious of the cultural, scientific, artistic, and economic aspects of the world we’ve chosen to live and work in. [...]

[...] Already I looked forward to their migration, that ancient movement I’ve become especially fond of since we moved into the hill house over four years ago. [...]

[...] It’s a perception I’ve used often in the past year as I’ve tried to understand what’s going on.)

[...] I’ve already planned to read it to her every day for a while. [...]

“My memories of those dream events are just as real as the memories of anything else I’ve done lately,” I said. [...] I’ve always been intrigued by the simple observation that for me at least, once they begin moving into the past dream events assume an increasingly important place in my life. [...]

[...] I’ve recorded six of those long and complicated dreams, set in my hometown, since December 22; in them I explored my various, sometimes contradictory beliefs about writing and painting, my relationships with society and the marketplace, and with my [deceased] father as he represented certain other beliefs. [...]

[...] “Well, it’s five days since we sat for the last session, on,” I said, “and we’ve accomplished nothing.” [...]

[...] I’ve got to be careful,” I said, “or I’ll shut it off.” [...]

[...] I’ve also thought of not finishing Dreams, but going back to painting for the rest of my life—another option. [...]

[...] As stated, this makes the second time that I’ve had an experience involving the violent death of a Roman soldier in the earlier part of the first century A.D. (I never did arrive at names for those two militant individuals.) Perhaps both instances are merely my own psychological reflections of present concerns or challenges, although I think that more is involved. Given Seth’s concept of simultaneous time, the best connection I’ve made so far between the two soldiers is that as counterparts of mine they explore questions having to do with authority. [...]

[...] Perhaps this affair was engendered by a book I’ve just started to read; it contains descriptions of the long siege that Imperial Rome, whose military forces had occupied Palestine for 60 years, began against a rebellious Jerusalem in the year 66. [...]

[...] I trust the thrilling sensations, since over the years I’ve learned that they signify something psychically legitimate for me⁵; their onset now at least reinforced my suspicion that the tumbling figure was me. [...]

5. I experienced much stronger thrilling sensations two and a half weeks ago, during my perceptions of myself as Maumee, the black woman who lived in Jamaica in the early 1800’s. See the opening notes for the 721st session, with its Note 1. In Appendix 21, Seth remarked that those suffusing feelings are my personal sign that I’ve made a “neurological changeover.” [...]

[...] Steve and Tracy Blumenthal have also lent us a complete videotaping set, and we’ve experimented a little bit with filming Jane reading poetry. [...] I’ve wanted to try to film Jane reading poetry in the meantime, but each time I think of asking her —usually at night—I can see that she’s so uncomfortable that I let it go.

(“I know we’ve gone over it many times, but I need some refreshing on why he’s equated the lack of mobility with protection. [...]

[...] “We’ve got one half done now.” [...]

[...] “I don’t really remember what I said,” she told me, “yet I do feel that in this material we’ve gone beyond what we’ve gotten before. [...] Even as limited as we are as human beings, I think we’ve latched onto some ideas, through Seth, that are vitally important….”