“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The church was quite real to Ruburt as a child, through the priests who came [to the house] regularly, through direct contact with the religious [grade] school, and the support offered to the family. Ruburt’s very early poetry offended Father Boyle, who objected to its themes, and who burned his books on the fall of Rome, so he had more than a hypothetical feeling about such issues. [...]

[...] He left with a few female companions who were also ostracized, and died finally of starvation. [...]

[...] Such a portrait will immediately be fascinating, particularly of course to the subject, who will intuitively and unconsciously recognize its components.

[...] As I told you, I was present, though in the background; Ruburt’s tutor—and it was I—who showed him how to return when he felt it desirable. [...]

[...] The ability is his, and it is he who will use it. [...]

I was following Ruburt’s performance, knowing full well that the person who gave the information would not be willing to stay in the background. [...]

[...] They included a projection through the eastern wall of our living room, and a “visitor” who returned with her; the Latin title of a book; her awareness of a third eye; some material, with diagrams, of me as a monk who wrote manuscripts in an underground chamber that he later sealed; a vision of Seth in a brown robe, looking as I’ve painted him—but the brown robe was “too easy,” Jane said suspiciously. [...]

[...] You met your brother there—Dick—(who visited us last Monday, 11/24/75, with his wife, Ida) where his momentary understanding and illumination allowed him to appear. (On his visit Dick told us he has embarked upon the practice of transcendental meditation recently.) You saw also an Oriental version because his daughter (Teresa), who was also connected to him in an Oriental existence, was about to bear a male child.

Even in reincarnation for example, an ego who experienced a Civil War life is now aware of another ego who may have experienced life in the year three thousand. [...]

[...] It is most difficult for you to conceive of an ego who experiences events not in serial form. [...]

Therefore you are hampered in your attempt to understand personalities who do not exist within your system, for identity is not therefore structured in any kind of a time sequence, and what you call memory flies out the window.

[...] For a while, then, the earth had a mixed population of species who had completely taken on physical forms, and species who had not. [...]

Jane’s editor, Tam Mossman, who graduated from Yale, helped us contact officials at Sterling Memorial a year ago (in December 1978). [...]

(Seth II:) Fantasies are the realities your intellect does not perceive in other fantasies, therefore, those others who watch you and who watch without any awareness of the intellect as you understand it. [...]

[...] It is only at your present point of comprehension that you judge reality according to the number of people who perceive the same thing. [...]

(Jane asked class to go into Alpha to help a visitor, Juanita, who has ear and eye problems, to help relieve her symptoms. [...]

I want you all to Mu for Peter (Kristof) who came all across the country. [...]

Then those of you who are adventurous can begin to embark on some night time experiences such as you have never remembered before. [...]

These are simple enough examples, but the man who possesses interests considered feminine by your culture, who naturally wants to enter fields of interest considered womanly, experiences drastic conflicts between his sense of personhood and identity — and his sexuality as it is culturally defined. [...]

[...] A male who does not feel himself fully male, therefore, does not trust his identity as a person. [...]

[...] No one should sit in who is not of same mind yet.

(“Who will publish it?”)

(“Who was Bill Macdonnel’s second landlady?”)

You have, in the dream’s meaning, your father who wants to be left alone, who likes to work in solitude, and who is quite uncomfortable with the expression of emotion. You have, in the dream’s meaning, your mother given to explosive bursts of emotional expression, who it seems makes emotional demands. [...]

[...] They rarely pretend to be themselves creative—yet all publishers, and people who work for them, are also intrigued by the products of creativity, and at least to some degree, being well reimbursed, they do indeed use their quite different abilities to distribute the creative products that they could not themselves initiate. [...]

Who is who?

[...] Who was Thomas Voghler?”

(“Who was Thomas Voghler?”)

I do not know who he is.

[...] What about those who want to live on, but can’t afford to? How will decisions be made about who receives the favored treatment and who doesn’t? [...]

[...] Many of those who are counted among the fatalities might otherwise die of extended illnesses, for example. [...]

[...] However, those who choose such deaths want to die in terms of drama, in the middle of their activities, and are in a strange way filled with the exultant inner knowledge of life’s strength even at the point of death. [...]

[...] For who, knowing that for all practical purposes he or she is “immortal,” will want to risk that most precious gift of all — life — by doing anything that could rudely take it away? [...]

It would do you both good if you took some time to become better acquainted with your own feelings about who you are or what you are, as opposed to who or what you think you should be, and why you think you should be different. [...]

—there are different kinds of value systems, each quite workable according to the types of individual who holds them. [...]

[...] People who celebrate do not need prescriptions. [...]

(Concerning the new product mentioned; John said that fellow workers recently visited the laboratories in Chicago and told him about one scientist in particular who was testing, or wanted to test, or experiment for problems of the central nervous system, but the budget insistence made this difficult. [...]

[...] A woman in connection with your wife, an aunt or female relative, who will or has recently come up with an idea that is jarring or will be jarring to you. [...]

[...] The characteristics given however do apply to the man who is ill, whether it is the father or son.

[...] They did get a phone call from his wife’s sister who does have a small female child, plus two older children. [...]

[...] As it is, such an image may be perceived by those who have developed use of the inner senses. Any intense mental act — thought or emotion — will not only be constructed in some physical or pseudophysical manner, but will also bear to some extent the imprint of the personality who originally conceived it.

Now: You are, using an analogy again, sent out by a superself who strongly desired existence in physical form. [...]

Now, through very intense emotional focus you can create a form, and project it to another person who may then perceive it. [...]

[...] The gains that seem to be won will end in the violence of those who bring them about. [...]

[...] It may occur, but those who indulge in violence are themselves changed, and the purity of their purpose adulterated. [...]

[...] In the case of secondary personalities, the main operating portion who usually directs activity might be male, displaying all of the usual male characteristics. [...]

In this category, I am not referring to individuals like Ruburt, who speak for another personality with a sense of ease and tranquillity, and whose resulting information is excellent knowledge — the obvious products of uncommon common sense that proves to be helpful to the individual and others.

[...] It was furnished by Lorraine Shafer, who witnessed this session. [...]

Such communication between these various selves who compose an entity is natural, continuous. [...]

A carpeted hall outside the door; and it seems an overnight guest, who has in his possession a leatherlike bag that is not a suitcase, but meant to hold papers. [...]

I pick up the number seven, and this could refer to the age, that is, of the child who wore the ribbon.

Some of our other books contain more information on how Jane grew up fatherless, and with a Marie who soon became bedridden and embittered. Mother and child were supported by welfare, and assisted over the years by a series of itinerant housekeepers—a number of these were prostitutes who, according to Jane, were periodically thrown out of “work” when town officials would shut down the “houses,” try to clean up gambling, and so forth. Marie was a brilliant, angry woman who lived in near-constant pain, and who regularly abused her daughter through behavior that, if not psychotic, was certainly close to it. [...] Her mother died in 1972, at the same age; Jane, who hadn’t seen Marie for a number of years, did not attend the funeral. [...]

[...] She could have made a pact ahead of time to “borrow” certain strong mystical qualities from her maternal grandfather, who was part French Canadian and part Canadian Indian (specific tribe unknown by us), and with whom she strongly identified as a child. [...]

[...] Whatever their status, Jane and I take heart from the letters sent us by many thousands of readers, who have time and again explained how they put the Seth material to use in very positive physical and mental ways. [...]

“The other day Jane and I were talking about people who maintain that the universe is an accident, or that it has no meaning, or that there’s no such thing as life after death, or that psychic abilities don’t exist—that sort of thing. People who call themselves skeptics, who seem to have a very rigid focus only within what they call physical reality. [...]

There are those who overrelied upon religious beliefs, using them as crutches, and in [later lives] then, they might—such people—throw those crutches away overreacting to their newfound “freedom”; and through living lives as meaningless they then realize, after death, that the meaningfulness of existence was after all not dependent upon any religious system. [...]

[...] Why isn’t there at least one artist in all of the world painting today whose ability equals Rembrandt’s, and who uses that great gift to evoke the depths of compassion for the human condition as Rembrandt did? [...]