“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There is a member of the class — and (with obvious amusement) I will close my innocent eyes so that I do not give the secret away — but there is a class member who is indeed a fine Jesuit, handling problems of great weight, having to do with the nature of religion. There is a renegade priest who has been in this class, and who ran off to California; he likes to put the boot to theology and “do his own thing.” There is also an extremely devout woman who lives in England. [...]

For there is also a version of our Florence, a young man in China, who does not weigh even 70 pounds, and who is 26 years old. [...]

(In our private session, Seth commented on my “quite legitimate” reincarnational data involving the black woman, Maumee or Mawmee, who’d lived on the Caribbean island of Jamaica early in the 19th century. [...]

But such pictures are there for any of you who want to view them. [...]

[...] This feeling stems from my mother, who “must always be up and at it,” Seth said, and also from my Aunt Alice, who used to be a missionary, and whom I have met but once or twice. [...]

[...] Not the one who wrote the letter. The one who wrote the letter is usually the less dominant of the two. [...]

There is a woman close to him with whom he has a brotherly relationship, and who helps tend to his wants. [...]

Jane: What I imagine is that in Creative Writing class which consists here today of two people, Charlie’s mother, and Hope W., who is a young gal or a gal in, I don’t know how old, 30 maybe, no, 28. [...]

[...] With the Black Thing, those of you who remember the Seth Material and the Black Thing, which was representative of my fears at that time and that I had created them and reacted to them. [...]

[...] is that I’m also sending stuff out to some of the regular members in class who are working hard and to whom I dont have time to speak in class. [...]

Now, my welcome to those who came for the evening, and I have a few remarks to make to our regular class members. [...] See that you learn who they were. [...]

[...] Ask your friend who you met that you have forgotten. [...]

[...] “The best” idealist is a practical one—someone who realizes that most men like to work with specifics. [...]

In the matter of publishing, or selling paintings, others are involved—others who very rarely in their lives experience that important encounter between, say, the self as actualized and the idealized sensed self, between the painting or the poem as an ideal and the actualization of that ideal. [...]

[...] A kindly old man appears, who says that Ruburt’s father made this contraption two hours before his death, to ensure Ruburt some inheritance.

[...] There is a missing key, and the old man also possesses one to the mechanism, which he finally gives to Ruburt, who then operates it. [...]

I had two illegitimate children (laughter), a mistress that sneaked into my private studies, a magician that I kept in case I did not do too well on my own, a housekeeper who was pregnant every year that I had her, and three daughters who joined a nunnery because I would not have them, and I am referred to in barely three paltry lines, for my reign did not last very long. [...]

([Ron:] “Is there such a thing as a moral decision for someone who exists in the next plane of existence?”)

[...] Any such intervention would only occur on the part of a personality who was, for the present time, physical. [...]

[...] But as I now recall them, without directly checking on our friend the pope, who has, you must understand, gone his own way, I am coming as close as I can. [...]

[...] The introduction applies to each reader, for I hope that you will now be able to meet yourself face to face with a greater understanding of who and what you are.

The “you” who is capable of such expansion must be a far more creative and multidimensional personality than you earlier imagined. [...]

Mary came because she was full of sorrow for the man who believed he was her son. [...]

[...] He tried, however, to explain what had happened, and his position, but those who were not in on the conspiracy would not understand, and misread his statements.

(I’d been commenting on her call tonight to a psychiatrist—Dr. Beahrs—who’d written her recently from Washington state, and of his informing her that another doctor out there is also using the Seth material ideas in dealing with her patients. [...]

You considered yourself not impulsive, yet it is you who wrote “Make me a galaxy, Jane,” took up with Ruburt after a very brief acquaintanceship, and brought him home to your startled family.

It was you who suggested the ESP book, and you also early decided not to become a part of the American mainstream of life. [...]

There are bodies, in those terms, who do not want to have physical offspring. [...]

(But July 17, Thursday, he was with an associate who did have an accident. [...] They were worried about Art Kendall who was in no shape to drive, so they followed Kendall’s car out of Watkins Glen. [...]

“There is, however, a self, who has already traveled these routes, of whom the other selves are but part. [...] As this self grows in value fulfillment, he can become aware of these travelers on other threads, who would seem to him to be future selves.

“The pressure came from two sources: from the conscious but still probable individual selves who found themselves alive in a God’s dream, and from the God who yearned to release them.

“There is no man who hates but that that hatred is reflected outward and made physical. And there is no man who loves but that that love is reflected outward and made physical.”

Seth uses the word “God” sparingly, usually when speaking to students who are used to thinking in theological terms. [...]

[...] On the other side of the staircase was a much smaller room where Throckmorton and Lessie slept during Dick’s illness, with a younger boy who was 3 at the time. [...]

[...] The child who died at 18 would have been such a boy, and Throckmorton never really recovered from the lad’s death. [...]

[...] The maid, or poor relative, was attached strongly to the boy who survived Dick. [...]

The son who did survive, you do not know in your present existence. [...]

[...] Definitely a nuisance there, a loudmouthed Englishman who annoyed everyone by whistling and singing with the band, not many windows, but some shrubs.”)

(On leaving Nassau October 31, we passed a memorial, though not a statue, dedicated to Sir Harry Oakes, who was murdered. [...]

(“Commemorates Oakes, who was murdered.”)

A queen who dies on Friday in another land has something to do with the battle.

[...] I will tell you that the god in the depths of your subconscious mind is a capricious god who brings death and desolation without warning; who is unforgiving, who is indeed in doubt [sic] (endowed?) with male characteristics highly in character. [...]

[...] And hold your head up knowing who you are. [...]

And when you were discovered it was he, a first mate, who had you pressed into duty, and who belittled your efforts until finally he struck you; a fact, incidentally, which you were not willing to face in the dream.

[...] The symbol changed then to a woman: she who carries men within her. [...]

You were looking for the person who was to become your brother, and indeed you found him, or he found you. [...]

[...] You also however intended to become intimately associated with the man who is now your father.

[...] There are people who must feel themselves to be at the brink of death before they can fully appreciate the quality of life. There are people who cannot appreciate or enjoy the satisfaction of life or of happiness unless faced simultaneously with the threat of death or intense pain.

There are other people who firmly believe that the pursuit of pleasure must lead to pain, and there are also others for whom pain itself is pleasure. [...]

As he drove into town … he saw on the street a girl who looked familiar. [...] “Yet earlier tonight driving down a street I suddenly recognized a girl who looked familiar. [...]

[...] We talked to him for an hour (while, alas, dinner got cold), but he was one of those people pleasantly gifted in a variety of fields who hadn’t yet settled down to concentrate on the development of any one or two abilities in particular. [...]

Those of you who are new, just consider it as an adventure in consciousness and see what you can do with it. [...] Those of you who are regular members of the class should have no difficulty in feeling that sensation that we get out of the back of our heads as if a pyramid were opening up. [...]

[...] Those who are following the pyramid will find hopefully, that they can travel down it easily; that it extends adjacently to our usual level of experience. [...]

[...] For purposes of analogy only, imagine that each subconscious layer is personified into a personality, who is then subjected to rendition of a dream or more, who watches a screen upon which the dream images flicker.

[...] The “I” who dreams, who is aware of motion, action and participation in a dream, this “I” is of course the inner self, focused momentarily upon the particular subconscious layer at which the dream is originated.

[...] Howard wanted to look at some paintings, and of course some conversation ensued involving the new director at the gallery, who was discussed by Seth in the 74th session.

[...] Any individual on the physical level who has achieved great things has done so because his so-called conscious self was intuitively (and underline the word intuitively) aware of the selves of which he could not be consciously aware.

[...] There is someone else who has been here and who is connected with our new student. [...]

[...] a small town... (a few missing sentences)...Three children who died before the age of three, and records, I believe, attesting to this fact... [...]

[...] And those who look for it in this room, get it. [...]

[...] I needed a personality who would be able to maintain psychological stability. [...]