“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] [He knows Barb and Jack Ebright—now separated—of Colorado Springs, Colorado.])

[...] Jane met Blanche in 1948 in Saratoga Springs, and doesn’t know whether Blanche and Anne knew each other in 1938. [...]

It is fortunate that his most creative periods come in late spring and through into autumn. [...]

If a dark angry mongrel follows you down the street and you know it and you say to yourself, “It is a fine day and I am alone and there is no dog behind me,” and it yaps at your feet and you say, “It is a lovely day and no dog yaps at my feet,” and it growls at your ankles and you run as fast as you can saying all the time, “Nothing chases me,” and you dare not look back; then in your mind the dog springs from a dog to a tiger, to an unnamable terror. [...]

[...] Of the last few months or so I spent at my mother’s house—when she called me time after time during those spring and summer months of 1950: she wanted her pillows turned, she cried out in rage and pain—and here I was some 30 years later, calling out to Rob (voice breaking) to move my pillows or raise my head. [...]

[...] She came up with a number of memories new to me — like going to the youth center on Saratoga Springs’ lower Broadway on weekend evenings to dance and socialize, and so forth. [...]

Now: Dictation: Everything that is apparent three-dimensionally has an inside source, out of which its appearance springs. [...]

[...] Often these spring to the surface through events that may seem bizarre. [...]

(Jane began by finding herself as a young girl on a swing at the recreation field across the street from St. Clement’s Catholic Church and School in Saratoga Springs, where she grew up. [...]

[...] Each person is born, however, with his or her—let me correct that—each person is born there with a private natural religion—one that rises from the springs of the individual psyche, and one that provides an easy, custom-made method of dealing with inner and outer reality. [...]

[...] His first practice element grew out of Jane’s projection into a probable past in her hometown of Saratoga Springs, N.Y.

Ruburt is doing very well, removing the suggestions that have resulted in the symptoms, and finally beginning to trust the body, as the spring lamb trusted its body and its being. [...]

I can enjoy your earthly days when I so choose, and stroll disembodied down your spring streets, and look through Ruburt’s eyes at the winter nights. [...]

[...] Beginning with the Spring 1985 issue, Tam published his very interesting quarterly, Metapsychology: The Journal of Discarnate Intelligence, for several years. [...]

(Long pause at 9:05.) I have told you, however, that the world of events springs from the world of ideas. [...]

[...] Very few people in town know about the sessions, although this state will be drastically altered next spring with the publication of Jane’s ESP book.

[...] This results in a claustrophobic reaction that is lessened with the coming of your spring.

Even I will enjoy the coming of your spring. [...]

It is the initial three-sided enclosure from which all matter must spring. [...]

(Long pause at 9:30.) The physical universe had to spring from a source that exists beyond life itself. [...]

[...] 22, while Jane and I were sitting in a drafty bar with her father, in Saratoga Springs, NY, while on our way home. [...]

[...] These have built up for some time; will now be released beneficially, for all concerned, in springs of enthusiasm and energy directed outward through the teaching encounter.