“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I do not mean to add to your chores, Joseph. [...]

[...] For both of your informations, and this is entirely without distortion, Ruburt, for all his bellowing, will find the following as impractical as you will, Joseph.

Your own expectations, Joseph, in line with your paintings, have vastly improved, but they are not yet enough developed. [...]

[...] His energy, Joseph, and his ability to project ideas into material construction, is truly astounding; and with your help we must tap it.

You were quite correct, Joseph, in your feeling that art created another plane, and now let me hit you with this one: that the paintings of an artist to some degree have a consciousness of their own, not imprisoned either by the form itself.

I suggest a brief break, and let me congratulate you my dear Joseph upon your latest manipulation of camouflage pattern in terms of your entryway. [...]

[...] Joseph was right when he spoke of entities creating stages upon which to act out their problems. [...]

[...] I thought this would interest you in particular, Joseph.

(Notes by Jane from Dr. Joseph Murphy’s The Power of Your Subconscious Mind. [...]

You may of course, Joseph, also call off a session for similar reasons of your own. [...]

[...] Nor have I forgotten that I spoke of an informal session; when your recorder is fixed we will have such a session, when you can be relieved for once from your note taking, Joseph. [...]

[...] He imagined the couple at the house, and surprised himself by thinking that he might indeed call them later in the day and invite them down for the evening, even though she and Joseph [Rob] had both decided against guests that weekend.

[...] In about a half hour the same mental activity returned, and finding himself struck by this, he mentioned the episode to Joseph and again cast it from his mind.

[...] Ruburt and Joseph ate lunch, and the mail arrived. [...]

[...] The ideas of financial competition, advocated, came into direct conflict, Joseph, with your own inclinations to be an artist. [...]

[...] You are doing very well, and your own beliefs are changing, Joseph, perhaps in greater fashion than you realize. [...]

[...] You hastened, Joseph, to put your talent to the proper Darwinian and Freudian goals: to make money, and to compete. [...]

[...] I am obviously dictating this book, speaking through Ruburt, while Joseph sits on the couch across from a very specific coffee table, taking down my words.

You did very well, suggesting you eat out, and in some other areas, Joseph, and helped Ruburt several times lately in important ways. [...]

[...] JOSEPH’S HOSPITAL

[...] It is best that you be in the house with him, Joseph. [...]

Despite the fact that I had not intended to deliver any personal material this evening, a small note to you, Joseph: you should now once again concern yourself with your painting. [...]

I believe I should once again suggest, Joseph, a daily short walk for you. [...]

We will now tell you, Joseph, that your head will be clear for the rest of this evening.

Now my dear Joseph, this material concerning health will indeed tie in very well with our dream material, which is one of the reasons why it is being inserted here.

Joseph, you can help yourself considerably by giving yourself suggestions, beginning tonight, as you fall off to sleep, to the effect that your head will be clear tomorrow. [...]

[...] JOSEPH’S HOSPITAL

[...] I have said this to many: but if you, Joseph, trust yourself and throw yourself onto the graces of yourself, then from you will flow all that you need or desire. [...]

As with a landscape there is often an attempt, my dear Joseph, to steal, so to speak, those elements of life with which the artist is pleased, and transpose them or transfix them, in such a manner that they will attain an invulnerability to other elements with which the artist is dissatisfied.

[...] And Joseph, you could give me at least a comradely smile. [...]

[...] I will speak fairly slowly then, Joseph, for your records.

I have been speaking rather steadily, Joseph, without a break, for my friend Ruburt does not like me to speak so plainly, and I would prefer continuing briefly.

Joseph, have you any questions?

(Pause.) Did you have a question, Joseph?

Now some of this has to do with some information given to you by Joseph last evening—Joseph is your friend Robert—having to do with your ideas of health and illness. [...]

[...] I will speak fairly slowly, since Ruburt is taking his time in order that Joseph may take his notes. [...]

Joseph, may I ask you if I am again speaking too swiftly?

Ruburt and Joseph also to some extent, and for good reasons, hold back. [...]

[...] Nor should Joseph’s part in this endeavor be forgotten. [...]

[...] Our Ruburt’s dreams, or your recent reaction to them, Joseph .

But he tries again, and in the dream he discovers another radio on your bookcase, Joseph , where our material is kept. [...]

[...] Jane, her eyes still closed, wagged a finger at me.) Ruburt was correct, Joseph. [...]

[...] (Pause.) A connection with an afternoon scene, perhaps your parents, Joseph, and an automobile.

[...] He fears for the gullibility of people, and is rightly appalled at their superstitions — as you are, Joseph (as Seth calls me). [...]