“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] When company had gone I talked to Rob and nodded and dozed—then again my leg suddenly dropped and entire body turned independently of my will or intent to the left. [...]

[...] Then late Sunday night I watched TV, dozing off a few minutes at a time—I came to, frightened, to find myself half off the couch and on the floor, trying to get onto my chair; yelled for Rob, who was in another room. [...]

[...] [Rob’s emphasis:] But far more than Rob from the beginning, I was nervous and anxious about directly coming out with many of the ideas—which at the same time I fervently and even passionately believe in…. [...]

“I equate all of this with three events: a movie I saw on TV the night before last in which the hero finally saw through the god of his people; a Raggedy Ann doll Rob found in the backyard the other day and brought in (it was probably dragged there by a dog, its right arm is missing)—but it reminded me of my old Susie; and part of a review I read yesterday of a book about death.

[...] There was a road and other scenes from my past I wanted to paint too; a significant green bottle; people I dearly loved, and Rob might have been involved too. [...]

[...] However, horoscopes that readers have cast for us, after we’ve given the requested information about our births, seldom show much correlation with the Jane and Rob we think we know — nor will one person’s charts for us agree with those prepared by others. [...]

[...] Rob was getting the groceries form the car so I had no chance to tell him. [...]

(5. On the decision we made—Rob to finish “Unknown” Reality, then Psyche, perhaps with my help. [...]

[...] “Even in a long book, he doesn’t go through any of those cognitive processes Rob mentions. [...]

[...] You are learning that you need not go to extremes, for extremes of behavior will only serve to confuse them further, and also rob you of consistency and peace.

- Rob

[...] This, on an infinitesimally small scale, will perhaps give you, as an artist [this was addressed to Rob, of course], some idea of the agony and impetus that was felt.

[...] “Are you ready to start a new book, Rob?”

(“I dreamed I was on a bed, Rob on one side of me and another man also. [...]

[...] When Rob and I went to the store, the stockings in a rack were there just as I had seen them.

“Rob: In one of my own ‘past-life’ memories, I was a guard or sentry on a tower like the one in your drawings. [...]

[...] Rob was at work. [...]

[...] Extra notation by Jane: Bill Ward, while asking Rob to do the job over phone, told him of death of Wendell’s child, a school boy. [...]

[...] I’d wanted to tell Rob about it this morning….”

[...] Additional note by Rob: Later, shop is moved to a house.

[...] I then heard Rob’s mother say approximately these words: “You’re taking me back with you, whether you know it or not...” [...]

1. See the picture section in Prentice-Hall’s editions of The Seth Material for a cropped, black-and-white reproduction of my oil portrait of Seth, “in the form in which he chose to appear to Rob,” as Jane wrote in Chapter 8 of that book. [...]

[...] The black woman followed nothing but her own instincts (and very vividly, too). I do not want to give too much background here, and hence rob our Joseph of discoveries that he will certainly make on his own — but (louder) the woman bowed only to the authority of her own emotions, and those emotions automatically put her in conflict with the [British colonial] politics of the times.