“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane and I have now accumulated more than 60 such interrelationships, and they range all the way from color and architectural similarities among the various houses we’ve either lived in, or felt strong emotional and psychic attachments for, to human connections like the following one. [...] Moreover, this event had taken place in the apartment house we lived in on Water Street; not in our own quarters there, however, but in the apartment of another tenant whom we’ve known for a number of years.

I’ve also helped in the construction, so to speak, of Ruburt’s [psychic] library,⁴ and I hope that he will be able to meet me there, in surroundings in which he feels confident and at home, and yet on neutral ground. [...]

[...] I’ve had the thought before. [...]

[...] “I’ve got that thing again where when I stop doing the exercises my eyes work better,” she said. [...]

[...] And I’ve pinned a copy of that poem to the wall of 330, opposite the foot of Jane’s bed. [...]

[...] Again we were accompanied by a real estate agent; because of insurance regulations we’re not allowed to have a key to the place yet, although we’ve been told that this dilemma will be resolved very soon. In the meantime I’ve begun what seems to be an awesome task: packing many of our possessions into an endless series of cartons that had once held things like wine, mayonnaise, cereal, pipe fittings, and so forth.

[...] I’m embarrassed to say it,” she laughed, “but I’ve got the feeling that if I rubbed right here between my eyes — you know, the third eye thing — I could get a lot more information….”⁷

[...] In the previous five sessions I’ve inserted just enough “house connections” to indicate what’s been materializing for us in this area, without digressing to write a much longer history. [...]

There are, of course, close relationships concerning this delivery of Seth’s for the 740th session, the material in this note, and the musical analogies Seth presented in the 735th session, when he discoursed upon the inaudible variations inherent in the compositions played by the young classical guitarist who’d visited us over the weekend of February 2. (I’ve been saving this reference for this particular note.) At 9:45, for instance, in that 735th session: “An infinite number of other ‘alternate’ compositions were also latent within the [first] note, however … They were quite as legitimate as the compositions that were played … and … added silent structure and pacing to the physically actualized music.”

[...] I keep asking, ‘Is it good; is it good?’ I’ve got that sickly feeling again.... [...]

[...] For a long time now I’ve been doing it all in the outside world. [...] We’ve been quite discouraged at times lately, yet Seth has had a different story to tell. [...]

[...] I was the most comfortable I’ve been all day….”)

[...] Those sensed, additional improvements have to wait for the next effort: A creative tension between the present and the future is set up, then—one that I’ve often felt, an impatience to leap ahead to the next step even while I’m still working out the current one. [...]

[...] “In certain parts of the book, like in the beginning and tonight, I feel like I’ve gone at an accelerated rate, outside time somehow,” she said. [...]

[...] I’ve read that mathematical prodigies are in love with their numbers, and rely upon their dependability in an often unsure world. [...]

For years I’ve been confused, trying to define Seth in the usual true-and-false world of facts. [...]

[...] I’ve begun to glimpse the greater inner dimensions from which our usual lives emerge, and to familiarize myself with other alternate methods of perception that can be used not only to see other “worlds,” but help us deal more effectively with this one.

[...] In one I write Sumari poetry and in another I translate what I’ve written. [...]

(When Seth tells me I’ve done a Speaker’s portrait, I translate this to mean that I’ve tuned-in on but one personality out of the very many making up that Speaker’s entity.

(“I’ve already thought of that,” I said. [...]

[...] “I’ve got the nostalgic, uneasy feeling that he’s going to wind up the book soon,” she said, “especially after listening to that material just before the Atlantis stuff: I didn’t feel that way when I had the session, but I do now. I’ve said it before, I know, but this book started when we were thinking of moving, and now we’re settled in a new place, so that makes a good time to end it.”

[...] “Here my part in the thing is done, but you’ve got to live with it for a long time yet while you do the notes and typing. [...]

[...] I’ll describe the latest of the many courses of action we’ve found ourselves considering over the years as we work with the Seth material, while trying to keep a balance between the realities we’ve created for ourselves and the possibilities we constantly encounter in the “outside” world.

[...] I do try to give hints and clues to some of it in this book, though, as I’ve done recently in sessions 841 and 844–45.

[...] She came through with a private session two days later, on December 18, and we’ve been resting from psychic work — including ESP class — since then. [...]

(“Is ‘life’ the word you want used there?” This is one of the few times I’ve interrupted Seth during his presentation of “Unknown” Reality.)

[...] In a very casual way lately I’ve been trying to tune in to a “future” existence so that I can do some writing and drawing about it, but haven’t made any meaningful contact so far.

I’ve become quite interested in such an achievement in view of my recent but very limited successes in touching upon several personal “past” involvements: the two nameless Roman soldiers, and the woman called Maumee. [...]

(In the session notes for January 9, I’d noted that I still felt that something was holding Jane back from feeling free to walk, in spite of all the advances we’ve made. [...]

[...] I’ve known for some time that a problem exists there as to why the leg is shorter-looking. [...]

[...] “I feel like I’ve been gone five centuries’ worth. [...] I think I’ve got psychological jet leg,” she said—a great phrase. [...]

[...] I’ve always been one. I’ve always had the knowledge of Sumari, I think … Funny — I don’t know how to describe it, really, but I feel that through all of my lives at least one of my functions has been to act as a sort of catalyst between the Sumari and other families of consciousness. [...]

[...] I’ve started a detailed account of its use, including times of application, body parts treated, etc. [...] She evidently doesn’t. So far we’ve tried it tentatively on various portions of her body, with what appear to be some promising results. [...]

[...] “Well,” Jane laughed, “that’s the most comfortable I’ve been today” —meaning in trance, of course. [...]

[...] There are more intertwinings here [including some art elements] than it’s necessary to describe; but studying just this one complex house connection, then seeing how it combines with some of the others we’ve become conscious of; leaves Jane and me more than a little bemused by this interlocking reality we’re creating.²

[...] I’ve deleted certain portions of his material about us while leaving other parts for presentation here, since they do extend his recent work for “Unknown” Reality.)

(We’ve also discovered that several other professional people who live near the hill house maintain offices in the old near-downtown neighborhood surrounding the apartment house.)

[...] [I’ve also noticed that she keeps such requests lying around on her desk for days before answering them in the negative. I’ve seen her carry such envelopes from room to room with her work, even.]

[...] I’ve wished, often that I’d asked him to elaborate at the time—or at least marked the session so that I could find the remark later. [...]

(Meaning, of course, that the sessions have grown so extensive that they’ve become a closed system in themselves; without an index it’s now very difficult to track down specific material. [...]

[...] “I don’t know why, but I’ve been doing things that way lately. [...]

[...] It is, if you will forgive me, too well-tamed — yet all in all you’ve done wonders. [...]

The spirit of Island One says: “I quite enjoyed my venture, and I’ve learned that the great explosive thrusts of creativity are good — but, oh, I yearn for my own quiet, undisturbed shores; and so if you don’t care I think I’ll return there.” [...]

[...] I haven’t had the guts to see how much material we’ve gotten so far.”

[...] The other package I’ve forgotten. [...]

(“I’ve thought of it.” [...]

[...] “I could feel it work, but I couldn’t do much because you’ve got to keep yourself balanced on that litter.... [...]