“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There is a connection with water, over water. [...]

[...] They were dropped into the water, the realm of Ruburt’s fears, by a young man who represented an earlier self who thought success was a male prerogative. [...]

[...] Before, he was afraid to go down into the fears, represented by the water. [...]

[...] The situation at TMI is as enigmatic as ever, with the damaged reactor’s massive containment building sealed and holding within it large amounts of highly radioactive gasses, solids, and water. The contaminated water, some 600,000 gallons of it, floods the building’s basement in a pool at least six feet deep.

[...] It seems that through a combination of mechanical failures and human error, unit 2, one of the plant’s two nuclear reactors, overheated and discharged radioactive water into the river, and began releasing small amounts of radioactive gasses into the atmosphere. [...]

[...] A small shack by the water, with some red on it, by some rocks, where the Jesuit (Bill) goes underwater (snorkeling). [...]

I do not seem to find him at home, and I think of water, and of his walking near the water. [...]

(“The impression of a water connection.” [...] Also, since it had been quite a hot day, Jane watered the plant again at supper time—something she usually doesn’t do at that time of day.

The impression of a water connection. [...]

(The front room overlooking the water is, contrary to expectations, rather an unusual one in Provincetown, Bill said, since the cottages are rather crowded in against other buildings in somewhat of a helter-skelter fashion, and actually most of them do not command a view of the water. [...]

[...] He is of course, or has been, near water. [...]

[...] Jane had a sip of water. [...]

(I’d asked her if she could remember trying to write a poem about out-of-body travel when we lived at 458 West Water, in Elmira. [...]

Robert & Jane Butts 458 W. Water St.,

Your dream³ fits in here in its own fashion, for you see that the ship of life, so to speak, rides very swiftly and beautifully also beneath the conscious surface, traveling through the waters of the psyche…. [...]

[...] I watched the ship sink on an even keel through the blue-green water to the smooth yellow and tan and brown sandy ocean floor—but instead of settling motionless there the ship began to ‘sail’ or plow its way across the ocean bottom, almost as though it were a car moving along a road. [...]

[...] She rested, then had some water. [...]

(There was some water in the cellar last night from the steady downpour of yesterday. [...]

[...] Connection with a teapot or water kettle. [...]

(“A teapot or water kettle.” [...]

[...] (Pause.) One of whom joins a profession that had to do with keeping records of water levels or consumption, (Jane shakes head) this being a civil employment.

[...] This was the method of obtaining the data from which the water records came.

(Then I saw brilliant green water with lots of living matter in it, rushing by. [...] I then saw a blue gush of water rush by to my right, like a river.

(Next I saw water in the kitchen sink in the same house, and I let it out by turning the drain.)

[...] I read the session to Jane after giving her a drink of water and lighting a smoke for her. [...]

[...] A glass of water handy, I thus learned, will be standard in sessions after this. [...]

[...] Later Jane told me that my reassurances were most welcome, and that she “drank them in” like water.

1. On April 20, technicians managed to lower below the boiling point the temperature of the cooling water in the damaged nuclear reactor at Three Mile Island; this success was achieved just 24 days after the accident began to unfold on March 28. The reactor hasn’t reached an ideal “cold shutdown,” however, when it will be on a natural circulation of water at atmospheric pressure; that situation will come about when an independent backup cooling system is completed several weeks from now.