“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

He was indeed near death. [...]

(Long pause.) Ruburt had a dream with excellent connotations, in which he looked through a beautiful old house of lovely carved wood and spacious rooms, and decided to move into the house, even though it was in an area that had previously nearly been condemned — signifying that he was indeed rising from beliefs that he condemned into a larger, spacious area of expression.

(Note: Just as Jane had had this dream, I’d read an article in the Star-Gazette to the effect that a few blocks near downtown Elmira, including the apartment house we’d lived in at 458 W. Water Street, had been designated a Historical Preservation Area by New York State. [...]

[...] Natural motion and near-normal speed is returning to certain muscles and ligaments in the arm—the right one particularly. [...]

[...] The house itself is good, for it is high and near water. You should be near water. [...] You should not buy a house, even with much land, that is not near water, for it will not content you and you will give it up. [...]

[...] The house at which you looked is good, again, because it is on high ground, and because it is above and near water, and is without seepage. [...]

(My mother lives with my brother and his family in a small community in upstate New York, near Rochester, and Jane and I had spent the weekend visiting one and all. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s creativity broke through those frameworks to provide our sessions and to release the psychic abilities that had earlier been nearly but not completely repressed. [...]

[...] Another image of the self comes into consideration, so that it seems to him that he is expected to be nearly a saintly self—or at least that he is regarded as someone who is expected to perform in an altogether superlative fashion. [...]

(10:08.) The psychic abilities and the creative abilities—nearly impossible to separate—themselves provide all of the help that he requires, but the concept of the Sinful Self prevented him from using those abilities sufficiently—for how can the expressions of the Sinful Self be trusted? [...]

(On Friday, July 18, Bill Gallagher tells us he had a cluster of fairly close near-accident situations since Monday—one involving two boys on bicycles—he stopped about 20 yards from them—but he was going 55 at the foot of Mount Zoar Hill on Holden Road.

[...] I thought their room might have the door near the center of the porch. [...]

[...] I have the impression of a tall piece of furniture near him. [...]

Ruburt will have some additional short-story sales in the near future, partly as a result of this story. [...]

(The notes that follow are verbatim, or nearly so unless otherwise indicated. [...]

[...] Now this was a Near East life. [...]

[...] All he needs to know, however, and he is nearly there, is that the body is not restrained by past beliefs. [...]

I thought I had a few ideas to jot down, now I’ve nearly forgotten what they were. [...]

[...] Rich Bed will appear in the near future.

[...] Therefore to some extent he has not been able to use the ideas on his own behalf nearly as effectively as he might.

[...] He has however thus far not nearly utilized the information that he has, and in the meantime he became frightened that his will had little power to change the course of events.

[...] As she started to read this chant to us, she suddenly threw her head back and wailed the words in an extremely loud voice; she then remained in trance for five minutes or so, and began to speak in a liquid, near whisper.)

(Since session time was near, Jane asked aloud that Seth interpret the subjective data she had been receiving. [...]

[...] An accident near a crossroads. [...]

(She also had a profound healing session last night while in bed — she “swooned” in a state of near-ecstasy, she said, for over two hours while she felt healing effects surge through her. [...]

[...] You do not trust the natural consciousness of the body, so that when its end nears — and such an end is inevitable — you do not trust the signals that the body gives, that are meant to free you.

[...] By now I had developed writer’s cramp from taking the above down at nearly top speed. [...]

[...] However, you very nearly drained your energy reserve in forming these images. [...]

(The man resembled Rob to an amazing degree, except that he was an older version; profile darn near identical, hair white, same brows and same expression as Rob has when deeply upset. [...]

[...] Otherwise your connections with the inner self are nearly forgotten. [...]

[...] This is also a type of revenge, however, for the mother is now in a stronger position, after having been kept in an inferior one for nearly a lifetime.

[...] (Long pause.) Later, much later, a track of some kind was built very near by the church property. [...]

[...] The church was near the water, and it was visited on occasion by sailors. [...]

[...] As shipping increased the docks moved southward to take in the area near the church.

[...] This was in or near Constantinople. [...]

[...] And your father wasn’t nearly as anxious to have children as you might have thought, either, this time....”