“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(We sat for a session tonight, as instructed by Seth in the deleted portion of last Monday evening’s session.)

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

(“Good night, Seth.” [...]

(After an explanation and discussion of Alpha I, Jane had the class do it after which Seth came through.)

([Eva:] “I’m not as ...Come here, Seth.”)

Now I suggest, not a class break, but a Seth break. [...]

[...] “You don’t have to put this down, but I sort of get mad at Seth when I don’t feel good. [...]

[...] Even then the question arises of public response to trance messages when they contradict official thought—and your questions about how the material might be misused as you explained in God of Jane very well, and—How “responsible” is the conscious mind for trance messages?—How responsible are you for Seth’s messages? [...]

(“Thank you very much, Seth. [...]

[...] In line with new attitudes, I was “responsive”—anyhow Seth came through with a terrific short session; I enjoyed myself; we liked Fullers. [...]

(Seth speaking to Stan after Stan had discussed spirits and demons:) ...Through merely the mental and physical contortions that you have forced yourself through this evening. [...]

(“Good evening, Seth. [...]

(It will be noted that Seth referred to Thomas Voghler in the present tense, whereas the board noted he died in 1894. [...]

(Jane and I have been waiting without effort, yet with anticipation, for Seth to get to our personal experiments with psychological time. [...]

(“Good evening, Seth.”

[...] Bill has been acting as custodian of the second carbon of the Seth material. [...]

(Here of course Seth refers to Bill and Ida, having given some information on their past lives in various sessions, many sessions ago.)

(“Good night, Seth.”

(The five of us were discussing the session when Jane spoke for Seth again, abruptly rising and dictating in the same strong voice. [...]

[...] Thank you anyway, Seth.”)

([Rachel:] “Thank you, Seth.”)

Now, we have had 560 sessions with our friend, Ruburt, and our friend, Joseph, and many other sessions that they call bootleg Seth material, that are not in the records, and they are far from perfect so do not judge yourselves too harshly. [...]

(Sue and Ned explained to Jane what Seth had said to them as parents and that Sue was overindulging Sean.)

[...] John had two questions for Seth—one concerning himself, and one about a pet dog that had recently been killed. Seth deals with the questions in the session.)

([John and I:] “Good Evening, Seth.”)

(Our cat Willy jumped up in Jane’s lap, but she continued to speak as Seth while Willy sought to make himself comfortable.)

(Before the session I asked a question that Seth answered as soon as the session began.)

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

(“Good evening, Seth.”

[...] The trip to Saratoga was a great success, and Jane did experience many of the ideas, realizations, feelings, etc., detailed above by Seth. [...]

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] Also, too many questions slows up the amount of material Seth can deliver. [...]

(“Good night, Seth.”

[...] Jane was wondering rather idly whether a psychiatrist or a scientist might get more out of the material when Seth came through again. [...]

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

(“Goodnight, Seth.

(Like the last deleted session, this one is Jane’s own dictation, not Seth’s. She’d mentioned doing some yesterday, but it hadn’t worked out. [...]

[...] This may be a case of things being redeemed on a “higher” level, I suppose—reminding me of material I’ve been dealing with recently in the intro for Seth/Jane’s Dreams.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

(“Good evening, Seth.”

[...] Seth now proceeded to give some material for her regarding her writing.

[...] Good night, Seth.” [...]

(Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] After giving half a page of notes for Jane, Seth ended the session at 10:58 P.M.)

[...] Earlier in the afternoon I’d described my very vivid dream of last night, and asked that Seth comment on it if he came through: I’d found myself in a large studio, painting like mad on large canvases. [...]

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] Seth had been speaking with considerable quiet emphasis. [...]

(“I don’t know whether you’re going to get it from me or Seth,” Jane said at 3:05 PM. “Earlier I felt the stuff around from Seth, but also from me too,” she said. [...]

(I added that I thought I was already doing, at least to some extent, what Seth advocated in the session—throwing away any sense of responsibility or financial reward in painting, at this time at least. [...]