“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You have in your history then a male god of power and vengeance, who killed your enemies for you. You have a prejudiced god, who will, for example, slay the Egyptians and half of the Jews to retaliate against previous Egyptian cruelty. [...]

[...] Much of this is involved with the unfortunate myths about the creative person, who is not supposed to be able to deal with the world as well as others, whose idiosyncrasies are exaggerated, and whose very creativity, it is sometimes said, leads to suicide or depression. [...]

[...] (Pause.) It was a state when the species became aware of its own thoughts as its own thoughts, and became conscious of the self who thinks. [...]

[...] I couldn’t help wondering what any patient would do who really needed a little peace and quiet.)

[...] Norma A may go out dancing, go to a bar, then turn the entire proceedings over to Norma B, who finds herself in noisy surroundings, surrounded by people she does not remember, and with no idea how she reached her present destination.

[...] Joe A may be an excellent husband, bread-winner, and father, a church-goer who believes in the beauty and goodness of sex. [...]

[...] You might compare the situation to someone who has been separated from a sister or brother for years — explaining, however, that the separation is psychological and not physical.

[...] She talked about how the one priest who put her to bed when she was but 3 or 4 years old would “play” with her sexually, and how Marie finally figured that out. This was the one who called her up while we lived together; he was old and living in a retirement home south of Pennsylvania, I believe. [...]

[...] Children who want to be good, therefore, can unfortunately strive for poor health, in the belief that it is a sign of God’s attention. [...] Adults who hold such views unwittingly often let their children in for a life of turmoil and depression.

[...] Perhaps I’ll take the time from Dreams to work out a final fan letter — including Seth’s — to send folks who write. [...]

[...] It is you who have denied the knowledge and it is you who close your eyes. [...]

[...] But if I do not call you to line, who else will call you to line? [...]

Now I come to you often with playful characteristics—like a benign bishop who comes for a cup of tea and discusses realities with you. [...]

[...] It is being said now again and those of you who come here will have reason to remember it well. [...]

[...] Or you will find yourself envying those who have more, degrading the value of money perhaps, and saying that those who have it are unhappy, or at best spiritually poor.

(She had doubts, though, about her ability to come through with the very technical data for the young scientist who had called her before the last session. [...]

[...] So it is the house cat who changes habits, rather than Rooney (our other cat).

[...] Ruburt is beginning now to itch to go out, but it is the cat who itches.

[...] I begin to mimic him then realize that she is the one who is doing this, and talking about Untermeyer, not I, and I become confused and embarrassed and excuse myself for butting in.

I run ahead of the other girl, and around her, really hunting her down, yelling again dramatically and accusingly: “I ask myself, where are all my friends who were going to write no matter what, to work no matter what happened. [...]

[...] Other beliefs are not allowed to intrude, and even those who are firm believers, but not fanatics, naturally prefer the company of their own kind.

[...] Indeed, their holy sense of righteousness rises in proportion to the harm they have perpetrated against God’s enemy, no matter who or what this might be.

(9:46.) Your ideas of God are put to the test in this meeting (at Camp David), for here men who claim to believe in a merciful God discuss their mortal claims to property and land, and each feels behind him the ancient dictates of an archaic God.

The child who lived in the house until recently was somewhat disturbed, and had he lived there longer the house would not have remained psychically beneficial, but it is psychically beneficial now. [...] I do not know of any impending danger with the neighbors, who stick alone.

[...] The house belonged to an artist and schoolteacher who had left town for good; Jane had met him at the gallery, I had not. [...]

[...] I am glad that you noticed that my prediction concerning a scandal was no idle one, and I would seriously recommend that you avoid any business transactions or personal transactions of any kind with Mr. Marvin, who I believe owns a schoolhouse which you were looking at this afternoon.

The man who lived in the house did have a destructive and sometimes cruel tendency. [...]

All of this was highly interesting to Phil, who had no idea where the woman lived, and knew nothing about her except her name and probable age. [...] She was Catholic and had a child and a male friend who was a car salesman rather than a mechanic.

One day I met Mrs. Brian, a former student who dropped out of class due to illness, who told me she had read a newspaper article about this present book that appeared in the local paper. [...]

[...] When that point is reached, you will be able, if you prefer, to experience any ‘reality … illusion’ at your will, but the self who experiences these ‘reality … illusions’ will know itself as reality. [...]

[...] We say that Shiva is playing a game, and who is Shiva besides yourself?”

[...] I told Jane I hoped the whole episode served as a warning as to what hospitals were really like, and the well-meaning but misguided people who worked in them. [...]

[...] She brought with her a letter from a fan who wants to visit. [...]

[...] Lorrie is the gal who, with a student nurse, broke Jane’s leg when turning her, when showing the student how to do it. [...]

[...] Of course: Peggy had not only visited unexpectedly, but she’d brought a letter from a fan who wanted to visit us from New York City. [...]

[...] She has not met two other executives there who have taken some cognizance of her work, and we now speculate that the situation described by Seth on page 126 might apply to Playboy. [...]

[...] I feel like a person who expects company for a nice long chat, only to have them just say hello.”)

(I was with Doctor Kiley and another man who was also a doctor. [...]

[...] I pointed to a spot in the air beside a telephone pole, and spoke about the two men—Kiley and the other doctor—who had “crashed through” a barrier of some kind. [...]

[...] They are instead congregations of people who are afraid to assert their individuality, who hope to find it in the group, or hope to establish a joint individuality — and that is an impossibility (emphatically).

True individuals can do much through social action, and the species is a social one, but people who are afraid of their individuality will never find it in a group, but only a caricature of their own powerlessness.

[...] In Nazi eyes, Aryans were the non-Jewish, Caucasian, “Nordic” descendants of the prehistoric peoples who originally spoke the hypothetical parent language of the Indo-European language family. [...]

The pressure, in one way, came from two sources; from the conscious (underlined) but still probable individual selves who found themselves alive in a God’s dream, and from the God who yearned to release them. [...]

(To me.) You have helped two people who were in school with you. [...]

(“Can you give me a clue as to the other person I helped, who was in school with me?”)

This material is not for those who would deceive themselves with pretty, packaged, ribboned, truths—truths that are parceled out and cut apart so that you can digest them. That sort of material does serve a need, and there are many who give it and it is helpful for those who need it. [...]

[...] One: I am who I say I am and these characteristics of mine, are mine, insofar as they can be translated. [...]

Someone—I forgot who—once said, “unless you become like little children, you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.”

The weight is also related to his grandfather, and an identification with the grandfather, who was very thin, and who left Ruburt’s mother, living alone. [...]

[...] He thinks fears are an admission of helplessness, that you always wanted someone who was free and independent, and that you would have no use for anyone in that position.

[...] (Pause.) When he goes to see your father he feels guilty because he is not seeing his mother, who is also in a home. [...]

When Rebellers was published your attitude was a poor one, but it was drastically received by our friend, who could not understand it and felt then and there that you no longer loved him as you had. [...]

There were others who were supposed to come to class tonight from afar who did not come, and they did not come because they were not Sumari. [...]

(To Ron.) And this applies even to you who feel that you have so many webs in front of your brain that you cannot possibly see through them, and of course you can, and the webs are there because you want to play with them at this time, and so feel free to do so. [...]

(To Chet.) Over here, however, is what seems to be a young gentleman from a strange town who is attending class for the first time. [...]

[...] You can celebrate with a drink or a Mu, and I suggest that you celebrate with a grand Mu, those of you who know what a Mu is. [...]

[...] The man who heals or the man who curses both imply a power of knowledge to many individuals. To those who are caught up with fundamental ideas in pious terms, religious power is a frightening thing. [...]

[...] (Gesturing:) The individual who speaks out most loudly for the death penalty feels that he himself should really be condemned to death, to pay for the great aggression (violence) within him that he dares not express.

[...] These fears are closeted on an individual basis, and those people who express them socially are imprisoned. [...]

[...] The witch doctor, while initiating natural forces on behalf of his patient, who seemed momentarily unable to do so, was then returning the patient to the source of himself and reviving his own buried sense of power. [...]

[...] The whole self, or the whole wheel, is composed of many selves in various positions, as the many people who sit on the Ferris wheel. As the wheel turns you call the person or the self who faces the tree the ego, simply because this is the portion that faces physical reality, represented by our tree. But the self who faces the tree one moment is not the self that faces it the next moment, and the operator of the wheel is never in evidence, you see.

The selves who ride the wheel therefore also provide some of the power that runs the wheel. [...]

The inner ego is the self who drives the wheel with purpose; at the same time there are many other wheels and many spokes… Our moment point analogy will also help you here. [...]

[...] As a rule projection in some areas can only be achieved by those who are living their last earthly cycle.

[...] 7/11, 1:30 AM: While drowsing before going to sleep, I saw briefly a woman of about 40, who sat curled up within the left third of a rectangular white screen. [...]

He should point out frankly the fact that he has been more valuable to his firm than others who have slavishly followed conventional policy. [...]

[...] This is not a conscious reaction on her part, although she does react consciously against the woman who has been recording the sessions.

[...] Nevertheless both Ruburt and the woman who transcribed the notes are unusually independent, and women will resent independence in other women, though they appreciate the same quality in a man.

[...] You tried to give expression to a natural desire to meet other people who were seriously involved with matters that concern the soul, the body, and the political and cultural life of man—for those are your concerns also.

[...] At the same time you both made sure that you reinforced your own beliefs, so that the people who came did not altogether click with you. [...]

Your black-and-white beliefs have often led you both to either expect scorn, misunderstanding, or on the other hand to expect too much of others who come here. [...]

If you continue to understand your own attitudes, the entire problem of who to see or not to see will be taken care of easily and naturally. [...]