“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This dream stayed with me the whole day, so strong was its impact upon me. I kept feeling that strange affection for Jean, mixed with a regret of some kind that nothing could really transpire between us — because of age and other factors. I told Jane I also felt that Jean was somehow dissatisfied in life, perhaps confused, perhaps caught between her artistic leanings and her upbringing to lead the more conventional life — working at the hospital, and so forth. I sensed, I think, that she wasn’t too sure about her move to the city in North Carolina — Raleigh? — that she planned with her boyfriend. Yesterday Frank had told me that it wouldn’t be as easy to see Jean now that it was a 15-hour drive instead of just running down to Washington DC.

(Then, I was in a lodge on the mountainside. Some of the walls were of floor-to-ceiling glass. There were many people about, sitting and eating at small round tables with white cloths. The setting was very posh. I was with Jean Longwell, the daughter of our friend Frank. We got up and began dancing, holding each other very close. I felt deep affection for Jean, a strange and surprising longing mixed with a strong sexual awareness of her attractiveness. I also knew she felt the same way about me. We talked. As we did my eyes were so close to her face that I could see the tiny pores in the skin below her eyes — very fine and smooth. The dream ended here, or faded into other levels.

Your dream was triggered specifically by Frank’s visit (yesterday noon), and his discussion about his daughter, Jean.

[...] Jane tried again to read the session, but couldn’t. At 3:10 I started to read it to her when Mary Jean came in to check the flow of the antibiotic. [...] Mary Jean said Jeff must have seen something on the report of her urinalysis this morning, and ordered the Bactrim, which is quite powerful. [...] “I want to make a formal protest for the record,” she told Mary Jean, “that I wasn’t notified about this.” Mary Jean said she’d relay it to the head nurse — where I suppose it’ll die. [...]

(Did receive an acknowledgement of manuscript prospectus from a Jean Schaefer or the sound Mossman.)

[...] It involved her putting on blue jeans and a belt, and rolling on the bed to get the jeans on the way she used to do. [...]

(This session witnessed by: Carol Bliss, Sue Newman, Lydia Nesbitt, Jean Kluft and Connie Allison.

(Seth pointed to Jean Kluft.) Here… Mesopotamia, before it was known by that name. [...]

(Jean Kluft now told us that she has always had a fear of fire. [...]

[...] It was summertime and I wore shorts, cut-off blue denim jeans.

(4:21 p.m. Jane told me that yesterday Mary Jean, who had changed her dressings, had remarked upon how well the remaining bedsores are healing.

[...] He thought, for example, of his own pajamas that he wears now instead of the jeans he wore before, and it seemed to him that in all his strivings he had in one way or another also acted like your friend whose jeans kept turning into the Turkish towel: he had been trying to protect an important way of relating to the world, or to protect a way of life. [...]

[...] Jane and I exchanged our own gifts—candy for her, designer jeans—black and gray—for me [to my great surprise].

There was no time for more discussion though, because Seth now began to speak to Jean, the most psychically gifted of the group:

[...] Following this statement Seth gave details from an Irish life of Jean’s in 1524. [...]

When Seth was done, for a minute, Jean wouldn’t say a thing. [...]

[...] Fred wore old work clothes—jeans and a sweat shirt, I think—and I could hear his voice clearly as he talked to the other person. [...]

(Jean Reome called this afternoon, is anxious to get back to work; talked to Jane also. [...]

(A note: I still feel the effects of my dream of two nights ago, involving Del and Jean Longwell.)

[...] Here Jean Reome was out with a bad back, Shirley was out with a bad arm, Susie was going to be operated on for a defective kneecap, and Georgia had to have a tumor removed and a hysterectomy.... [...]

[...] I felt self-conscious about my blue jeans and shoes. [...]

[...] Georgia, Mary Jean, and Jan came in to kid around, eat chocolate-covered graham crackers, and drop veiled references to the birthday party they’re planning for me tomorrow. [...]

[...] Jean is coming home soon. [...]

[...] This was news to Jane and me; I’d forgotten that Jean Sweeney-Dun had taken me around to those places months ago. [...]

As Ruburt would put it, your sidekick over here (Jim’s wife, Jean) did not go along with your ideas at all in that life. [...]

[...] I wore my summer thongs on bare feet, and a plaid shirt and jeans, and began to shiver before long. [...]