“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There is a change that you have set for yourself and you have set up your own equation—and those in the class who are in both groups have their own equations—and in solving the emotional equations, you end up with spiritual clues. [...] The campfire is highly symbolic, and it has different meanings for all of you who experience it. [...] The qualities of the equation have highly subjective meanings, and they need not be the same meanings to each of you who are involved with them. [...]

[...] You must realize that you are one with All That Is, and within you is the only one who can give blessings, and you must be willing to accept the blessing that only you can give, and the joy that only you can give to yourselves and to one another. [...]

[...] You have known many who have offered you easy answers and answered your easy questions. [...]

There are many on the edge of the system who are being carried, of course, and who also misuse the privilege. [...]

(We also agreed to try to get something for Frank Longwell, who has embroiled himself in a bind with taxes, business, “the Edgecomb affair,” and related troubles, mostly unknown to us until very recently.

Yet that government did indeed couch you, and now through your taxes you couch other younger people, who cannot contribute as yet. [...]

Let us change our viewpoint, and consider someone who thinks of financial security as a threat—or rather, believes that overall it is damaging to initiative. [...]

“And so there may be others now (like Seth), also without images, but knowing — others who have been what we are and more — others who remember what we have forgotten. [...]

This book was written by a personality called Seth, who speaks of himself as an “energy personality essence” no longer focused in physical form. [...]

[...] Friends and students seemed astonished that of all people, I should have any doubts, but I thought — of all people, who else should have doubts? [...]

[...] Some were devoted to personal matters, some given for specific people who needed help, and some were in answer to philosophical questions not connected with the book. [...]

[...] They concerned the opposing uses of personal power by two individuals whom we’d encountered within the last week: the woman lawyer who had interrupted the session last Wednesday evening, and who is so afraid of her power; and the young classical guitarist who had visited us last night, and who revels in the positive use of his power. [...]

[...] A person who dies at 17 may have experienced much greater dimensions of living, in your terms, than someone who lives to be 82. [...]

[...] To those who feel this way a definite contradiction seems implied. [...]

[...] The same applies to many who follow dangerous professions. [...]

Many people who use drugs socially are playing a kind of psychological Russian roulette. Their feelings can run something like this: “If I’m meant to live, these drugs won’t hurt me, and if I’m meant to die, what difference does it make what I take?” They are taking a certain kind of chance with their own lives, however — those who indulge in such activities — and the stakes can be high.

[...] Under drugs, choices become limited, and certainly people have committed suicide while under the influence of drugs — who may not have otherwise. [...]

[...] It is ironic, then, that many people who seek to discover the “hidden” mysteries of nature ignore nature itself, or consider the physical body as gross or somehow composed of lesser vibrations.

[...] You chose a woman (beside reincarnational reasons which you will finally be given one day) who would not bear children and who would have as strong a commitment as your own.

[...] Ruburt is not simply stuck with a bunch of symptoms, and you are not stuck just with a wife who has problems.

[...] So you laugh at Leonard, who does so here.

[...] How do I thank all of those thousands and thousands who have written, let alone the millions who have bought books and told others about them? [...]

Now let me list some of those I know personally, and who have helped Jane and her work so much: Tam Mossman, Richard Kendall and Suzanne Delisle, Sue Watkins, Debbie Harris, Laurel Davies, Janet Mills, Lynda Dahl and Stan Ulkowski, Bob Terrio, Norman Friedman, Jeff Marcus, Juan Schoch, Michael Goode. And oh, yes: Rick Stack and his wife, Anne Marie O’Farrell, who’s my literary agent. [...]

[...] Besides, there are two people in that group who are not really friendly. [...] I was one who was friendly at that time. [...]

([Rachel:] “Who are the unfriendly ones?”)

Now those who have a great faith in groups, who work primarily with others, left their homes immediately for the comfort they found with the companionship of their neighbors. [...]

[...] But it was Joseph who suggested that Ruburt “tune in” to discover what could be learned about their situation personally.

War has often served as an emotional stimulus, as an escape in terms of drama, excitement and belonging for those who have felt alone, powerless and isolated.

[...] A man who believes his actions have no value seeks out situations in which he uses his power to act, yet often without worrying about whether the action will have a constructive or negative effect.

[...] There are always, as I believe you realize, those who court injustice and persecution. There are always those who persecute. There are those who murder, and there are those who seek to be slain.

[...] It is not too farfetched however to add that all, or many, medicines have unfortunately a foul taste, and that the child who sips such a medicine finds it difficult to believe that such a distasteful brew can do him good.

[...] While speaking aloud, she had the parallel thought that Seth felt this material wouldn’t make him very popular in some quarters, among people who might desire to use this material for their own purposes.

[...] These are ghosts of memories, not this man’s memories really at all—ghosts of those memories that still linger because of the physical connection, the relationship between the man who remained and the main personality who did not stay.

[...] The whole personality who left is aware of the situation, but he is not vitally concerned. [...]

There has been a certain release given on the part of the mother, who has taken joy from lack of restraint. [...]

Those who make errors withdraw early, as infants. [...]

[...] The suicide story bothered him simply because it reminded him of Will (Ives), who had attended classes, and of a friend of Venice’s, who committed suicide many years ago, although a session was held for her.

(At suppertime tonight we read a newspaper article about a 27-year-old man from Philadelphia who’d committed suicide in our area by having himself decapitated by a railroad train. [...]

[...] At the same time he often feels the need to stand apart from life, from the fleeting thoughts, the daffodils or the insight, so that he will not be lost completely in the moment, but able to form almost a second self with a larger viewpoint, who can then more clearly examine and understand the thought, the moment, or the insight.

[...] Ruburt does also in his writing, for he then becomes another self who watches the creative self. [...]

At the same time, in the same world and in the same century, Joseph was an aggressive, adventurous, relatively insensitive Roman officer, who would have little understanding of manuscripts or records — yet who also followed authority without question.¹²

In your terms, Joseph is now a man who questions authority, stamps upon it and throws it aside, who rips apart the very idea structures to which he “once” gave such service.

Those of you who are curious, try this experiment.

[...] The intimate life of a person in one country, with its culture, is far different from that of an individual who comes from another kind of culture, with its own ideas of art, history, politics or religion or law. [...]

(To Natalie.) To our friend in the corner, if you are receptive, you will know who the personality is who has been speaking to you, and he is a good friend of mine. [...]

[...] Then you are like the flower who accepts the sunshine, and in accepting the sunshine knows far more about the reality of sun than any scientist who measures the spectrum of light without feeling. [...]

[...] Our seed, however, who does not have this fine intellect that sits so nicely beneath your hair and within your skull, our seed without the intellect, rests joyfully within the earth knowing it is in the midst of creativity and that from within it, again, another flower will spring. [...]

Now, the seed cannot yell out to a scientist who happens to pass and say, “Hey, look at me, I exist. [...]

[...] It is only you who are presently aware but of one portion and this portion you insist upon calling yourself. You are the self who makes these decisions. [...]

[...] And though I stare at our friend here, who asked the question, this applies to each of you and to our friend, Ruburt. [...]

([Florence:] “Regardless of who chose, it was destined that he die.”)

([Joel:] “Didn’t you say earlier, referring to the woman who was born in a minority race, that her challenges had been set up by a previous personality in our terms?”)

[...] All That Is resides as much in the poor suburbanite who mows his lawn and has his endless mortgage as it does in a guru who sits upon his mat. [...]

[...] It is easier to get to them than it is to get to the middle class who has got more stigmas... [...]

(To Bette.) Our friend over here who insists on relating, not from the Richelieu experience but from another, did a very good job of realizing that the energy originates not from this form but from each of you. [...]

[...] The fact remains that it is you, not I, who are worried about my perceptions. [...]

You are not so gullible, nor am I, to suppose that those who do not want to accept evidence will ever accept the strongest evidence imaginable. Those who will not see, will not see. And those who will not listen, they will not listen. [...]

He knows well who I am, and I know who he is. [...] (Louder.) He knows I am who I say I am. [...]

[...] It will not prove my existence, not to those who will not accept it. [...] If I materialized in full sight of twenty good and weighty witnesses, what indeed would this prove to those who would not accept the proof?

[...] Now, consider: we will attempt to prove the existence of this material table to this individual who is not aware of it. [...]

[...] He speaks with those who do not exist within physical reality. He sees parents who have died in physical ways, and in his dreams he knows, on many occasions, what other characters think within the dream context.

A man who has an ulcer, Joseph, he thinks differently than a man who does not have an ulcer. [...]

[...] As if by signal Willy now got up and walked toward Peggy, who sat but a few feet away. [...]

The voice referred to a singer who sang on the bandstand while you danced.

[...] As that me, I had this emotional gratitude: thank God; at last, someone who can really help—or something like that; I think though I’m not sure that I also meant... someone who knew our way of thinking and what I was up to. [...]

[...] A person who says “I hate” is at least stating that he has an “I” capable of hating. The one who says, “I have no right to hate,” is not facing his own individuality.

A man or woman who knows hate also understands the difference between that emotion and love. [...]