“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The Seth material, as Jane and Rob spoke and wrote it between 1963 and 1984 has brought insights and inspiration to millions of people, including myself. [...] Rob and Jane and Seth’s magic has brought new interest and purpose into the lives of many different kinds of people. The exact number of readers is unknown, but over the years many people have visited and have written to Rob and Jane.

On this October day last fall, as we stood in Jane and Rob’s driveway, (now my driveway also) at Pinnacle Road, Rob and most of the group started looking around the front of the house. [...]

BY ROB BUTTS

[...] I show him from the waist up as he beckons to the viewer—Rob.

I have to admit that I am touched and embarrassed, because Rob and I have always made it on our own until now. [...]

(Jane played a tape of the Sumari session she and Rob had during the week. [...]

[...] She  also explained a drawing Phil had made while listening to Jane and Rob’s session. [...]

[...] Jane read more of her translation of Rob’s Sumari statement. [...]

[...] I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and saw the form of a woman standing by Rob’s side of the bed, not mine. [...] I had the feeling that something was trying to make me forget what I saw, so I quickly woke Rob and told him what I had seen. [...]

(Rob: Monday, March 28, 5:45 PM. [...]

[...] She stood in a room with bare wooden floor and, I believe, talked on a telephone [Rob’s dream of March 13, 1967].)

(I then tried to contact my husband Rob mentally. [...] I wondered if Rob might be out of the room on coffee break.

[...] I repeated a few times that I stood by Rob’s chair again, but nothing happened. [...]

[...] The father does not rob the artist of free will, nor does the entity rob the personality of free will. [...]

This private probability
isn’t half bad
when you consider
the public worlds
we had to travel
to get here:
molecules waiting
in the wings,
looking for
the precise
time-space
to leap into,
tiny strands of
consciousness
reuniting
after centuries,
sorting out ourselves
from a million
other forms
we’ve taken part in—
reassembling
just those we wanted
to call Rob and Jane.

Such procedures unfortunately rob a child of important self-knowledge and understanding. [...]

(9:27.) When you feel that way, you deepen a sense of isolation, while at the same time robbing yourselves of the true pleasures of accomplishment and creativity that a light isolation provides. [...]

(Tearfully, moaning, at 2:58: “I’m going to try, Rob, to have a session. [...]

“Rob asked me about mysticism, though, and it’s very hard to think of the word in connection with me because I confuse the various definitions or implications placed upon the word. [...]

[...] But I thought of a priestess-poetess, mixing this with the idea of the mistress when I met Rob. [...]

(Some members of Jane’s “old” ESP class gathered at the hill house of Jane and Rob in Elmira, New York.

[...] (To Rob:) Now if there is anything in the universe called good intent, then you have it here.

Rob

[...] Thought I’d write it down and told Rob some of it. Now though, I just remember the subject matter more or less; now I’m not even sure of that [and it’s only about ten minutes after I told Rob what I’d picked up].

[...] I described the whole thing to Rob as soon as I got up….

The chemical changes brought about by such outside agents as drugs to some degree rob the inner self of its usual directive abilities, for the changes occur before the inner self has gathered itself together. [...]

[...] Monchuco (Rob’s interpretation) the Monchuco.

[...] The same processes appeared in my husband Rob’s life, of course, as our lives seemed to impinge into the area of man’s greatest hopes, and into the opposite area of his greatest fears.