“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As stated Jane and I visited my parents at their home last Sunday, April 3, and while there met my brother Loren, his wife Betts, and their son Douglas, who is 14. [...] Doug, who helped me author the object, is not musical; however both his parents are professional musicians; both are teachers; Betts teaching music as well as other subjects. [...]

[...] The object came into being when Doug, who is 14 years old, was showing me how he writes left-handed. [...]

[...] The envelope enclosed a letter from Doug’s recently married sister Linda, who now lives in Brooklyn, NY. [...]

[...] The affair is one that is held yearly, I believe—at least in the minds of those who attend there is the memory of previous such affairs, held for the same purpose, and approximately at the same time of the year.

As far as group dreaming is concerned, however, there are still some people who have always served as watchdogs in that regard, while others even in the dream state operate as healers or teachers or explorers or whatever. There is no craft that was not first conceived of by an individual dreamer, who later transferred it to the social world of activity.

[...] One person might, because of his or her own interests, seek largely from dreams warnings of difficulty or trouble, and therefore be the family’s dream watchguard—the one who has, say, the nightmares for everyone else. [...]

[...] The situation triggered many fears, about you and Ruburt being alone, your age, the age of your brothers, who would come to your aid, or Ruburt’s. If necessary, Leonard at least had a knowledge of the medical world, while you and Ruburt do not. [...] This noon, for example, after going downtown, leaving your painting, you found that Ruburt wanted a few more windows done, and the innocent window became a symbol, combining the idea of chores with your fear: if anything happened to you, who would do the chores for Ruburt? [...]

[...] I do want to emphasize that in many, many civilizations men were expected to improve almost all of their abilities with age, as per for example Bill Gallagher’s story of the old Indian who taught the young boys how to track animals in the forest. [...]

[...] John asked Jane, whom he has never met, if Seth could give any data that might help John’s wife Peggy, who has multiple sclerosis. [...]

[...] The woman is picking up and reacting to the negative thoughts of those who believe recovery is impossible.

[...] A girl who worked with her was a friend, and visits from her would be helpful.

[...] The answers given symbolically are to your parents as well as his, and to all those who need help. [...]

When we meet, who has the greater power? [...]

(This morning I made an attempt to reach our regular plumber, but when this failed I called another, who may be here later this week. [...] In 330 later, I left Jane to visit Medical Records again, but got nowhere because I missed seeing Janet Troutt, who’s getting Jane’s records for both ourselves and Blue Cross. [...]

A man with balding, very dark hair and dark brows who did have or has a mustache, belongs to Pat Norelli’s family. [...]

Wars are not only disruptive within your system, but cause some severe repercussions for individuals who die while in battle. [...]

[...] A patient in 333A was having heart problems—so the people came running down the hall pushing the emergency heart/breathing machine, including Doctor Fred Kardon, who said hello as he passed 330. [...]

[...] Those who believe in peace will find it, and a world in which peace reigns. [...]

[...] Jane was telling me that an aide who took care of her this morning, and who is living apart from her husband and has three kids, looked at a second-hand washing machine this noon but couldn’t afford the $130 cost. [...]

enchanting children who shout,

[...] Dr. Hal had a teacher many years ago, a woman, who used to walk with William James; indeed, he read part of his Varieties of Religious Experience to her. [...]

[...] Carol had met an individual named Ron who had visited us here at 1730 two years or so ago—not long after we’d moved in, incidentally. [...]

[...] I was impressed by the meeting on the street, but equally taken with the fact that Hal had known someone who’d known James. [...]

[...] The meeting then originally was “planned” in Framework 2. In case your young visitor—the woman (Carol) now—did not meet you, she had insisted in her mind that she would meet someone who knew you or had some personal connection somehow.

[...] Your bodies then were relegated to nature and your souls to God, who stood immaculately apart from His creations.

[...] Yet your more educated beliefs lead you to an even more pessimistic picture, in which even the violent action of men and women who are driven to the extreme serves no purpose. [...]

The doctor is like a biological mechanic, who knows your body far better than you. [...]

[...] (While Jane and I were away my mother stayed with one of my brothers, who lives some 60 miles below Sayre.)

[...] (There was some other stuff I got but I’ve forgotten it already.) Anyway the chapter was to be followed according to what I got, by one on frightened people who suddenly break out of old ideas, open their mental environments, and seemingly work miracles in their lives; like the old man, the old woman....

[...] The house is set itself atop its own knoll, which to Ruburt at least gives a fortress feeling, in that he can look down and see who is coming.

[...] People who relate in a cozy, more or less openhearted way with their neighbors like adjoining patios. [...]

[...] The people who have lived in the Foster Street house, and the hill house, have to some extent already conditioned the rest of the neighbors in a certain way. [...]

[...] Anyone who walks up the steps from the street knows they are making a trip. [...]

[...] She did enjoy Ruburt’s first book, but is very angry that Fell held out financially, thinking then: “Who does Fell think Jane Roberts is? [...]

The thing was actually then a rather clumsy lower-dimensional animal, a provoked dumb dog of other dimensions who then attacked him symbolically enough, by biting. [...]

Those who seek answers desperately want to find them, both for their own sakes and for the sakes of others. [...]

[...] If not there is quite a psychological connection between the man who died and this Father Doren in Ruburt’s mind.

[...] The people who make and report the news are individuals. The people who read or view the news are individuals. [...]

[...] There are as many people recovering from diseases, even by themselves, as those who succumb. [...]

[...] There is no one present who can confirm the newspaper’s evidence. [...]

[...] My mother, who now lives with Dick and his wife and family, made the trip back with Jane and me as far as the parking lot at Enfield Glen, Ithaca, where we met my other brother, Loren. [...]

[...] On a deeply unconscious level he worried that perhaps symbolically he did not want to save the woman—who was, incidentally a mother. [...]

[...] These feelings were picked up by the people who have been buying your paintings of late, and the same feelings will radiate outward, you see, wherever the paintings may be. [...]

The two of you represent the loners, of course, who strike out for themselves. [...]

Now somewhere there is a program director, who must take care of the entire programming. [...] Our hypothetical director will know which actors are free, which actors prefer character roles, which ones are heroes or heroines, and which smiling Don Juan always gets the girl — and in general who plays the good guys and the bad guys.

[...] To the actors, of course, their roles become strong parts of their personal experiences, while those who observe the plays take part largely as observers.

[...] You meet with others, who for their own reasons are interested in the same kind of drama. [...]

(9:20.) Ruburt, however, objects, and that Ruburt represents the portion of the personality who is still clinging to old beliefs, but losing its leadership. [...]

[...] Messages are also going out to other people, who are aware at dream levels of Ruburt’s intent. [...]