“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A native who is dressed in clothes that do not belong to him: he is performing. [...]

[...] He speaks with several male natives and an American man, from Minnesota, who deals in a business that is connected with salt. [...]

[...] Think of the subconscious now merely as an academic psychologist might; as that inner portion of the self who is concerned with physical survival. Bodily mechanisms, who holds memories too numerous for the conscious mind to follow.

You were the one who could really hurt him if he let go, by your rejection of his emotional dimensions, he felt. [...]

[...] The session had started late because we’d had unannounced visitors from out of town who had heard of us—so they simply dropped in....)

[...] I gave you one example that you understood clearly, when I spoke about the individual who wanted to catch a plane. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s concentration so briefly upon Hoyle’s book was picked up by Ed Young, and Ruburt’s opinion of Hoyle’s world was picked up by Ed Young, who has the same opinion of the scientific establishment. [...]

[...] She asked me if I felt some hope, and I said yes — a strange question coming from someone who’d said earlier that they were strongly thinking of dying!

[...] Who knows — maybe something can be salvaged after all.

Actually, the board first gave a few messages from a personality called Frank Withers, who insisted that he had known our neighbor, Miss Cunningham. I didn’t take this very seriously at first, but he also said that he knew an elderly woman who worked with me at the local art gallery where I had a part-time job. [...]

[...] Those of you who read my two other books in this field know that the experiments were astonishingly successful and led, through the Ouija board, to our first contact with Seth.

[...] The first Sarah, who died at seventeen, never went. [...]

“They boiled the water for soups; this killed a lot of germs, so they were actually healthier than other communities who had more water, since a good deal of it was polluted. [...]

(Finally someone who said her name was Malba Bronson spoke through me, in my own voice. [...] She said that she knew Seth, who was however on a higher plane, and that he would explain the term midplane to us. [...]

[...] Usually when they have done so they were invisible to your plane, as the few who fell into the past or the apparent past were invisible to the people of the past.

[...] These people who seem borne from sorrow to sorrow are often of this type. [...]

[...] She also said that if we meet anyone who would be good in seance group, we would know it.

[...] This appendix is included for those readers who would like a more complete look at individual sessions, and a clearer idea of the way in which the material was originally given.

[...] There are exceptions—identities who choose to return and teach. [...]

[...] When a planetary system is disrupted, in many cases entities who are attracted to it or consider it their home, simply change their form, regroup their forces, and—if they consider it worthwhile—put the house back in order. [...]

[...] People broke the prohibition laws who never drank before, and did not like to drink. [...]

[...] They were aided by those who had not yet “so succeeded”—people driven by envy. [...]

[...] While you believe, however, that energy is limited then you are gluttonous for using it at the expense of poorer nations—who will then, sharing the same belief, retaliate. [...]

[...] They were dropped into the water, the realm of Ruburt’s fears, by a young man who represented an earlier self who thought success was a male prerogative. [...]

[...] You are not to compare yourselves with people who have jobs, or to say “They put in so many hours”—for you set up comparisons that do not apply, and that hamper your creativity.

Another photograph of a nephew who was in college, or of college age, when the photograph was taken.

Another single photograph of a child; also a photograph of a woman who is now the wife of the man to whom these photographs and the object belong.

[...] A doctor… A connection with a man who can be considered an outsider to a group. [...]

(The crisis involving health concerns Peggy’s employer, the general manager of the paper, who was in the hospital with heart trouble for several days last week. [...]

(Making my feelings plain, I thought, without saying much actually, I left the garage and walked down to tell Jane, who by now had left the gallery and was waiting for me outside. [...]

(Here Willy, who had been quiet all evening, now began to chase after Jane as she paced back and forth. [...]

[...] Mankind has been engrossed in dreams of a god who is like himself, except that he was considered to be superior and possessed of the highest qualities that man admires in himself.

There are those who will say that such a concept represents an escape from reality. [...]

(Jane doesn’t know who the little man she described, is. We agreed that we know so little about math that even if this data received tonight is all wrong, we wouldn’t be able to intelligently discuss it with anyone who knows math.

[...] The exception is my brother Bill, who looked at the questions briefly last week on a trip through Elmira, from Rochester, where he lives, to Sayre, Pennsylvania, where our mother lives. [...]

(Looking over part of this data on November 20, 1968, Carl Watkins, who studied math in college, said it made sense. [...]

(To Rachel) Now, what can I say to someone who winks at me? [...]

[...] You are the person who hunts you down the years and the days. [...]

[...] Those of you who are ready will hear from me in the dream state this evening. [...]

[...] I did not want to keep you all up too late, and there are those of you who are anxious to go home. [...]

[...] On the other hand you had an individual aggressively attuned that day with withheld violence, who was going to kill one animal or another. On the other hand you had an animal who went searching for friends, knowing quite well that in one way of speaking the friendship was over.

[...] No one wanted the dog killed, but it was not coincidence that you yourself loosened the dog’s collar, or that your wife was the one who left the dog; for symbolically the two of you were connected here. [...]

[...] Simply remind yourself that you are the one who has been projecting these ideas onto your joints and you can remove the ideas. [...]

[...] To my knowledge, I’d never had a psychic experience in my life, and I didn’t know anyone who had. [...]

[...] This physical representation of idea permits us to learn the difference between the ‘I’ who thinks and the thought. [...]

[...] It spelled out messages supposedly coming from a Frank Withers (not the real name) who had lived in Elmira and died during the 1940’s.

[...] (A few weeks later, though, Rob had some more difficulty with his back and went to a chiropractor who told him that his first vertebra was out of alignment.) The session lasted until after midnight, and after that we sat up talking about it.

[...] The connection is far-out: My brother, father of the Protestant bride who married a Catholic, was at my parents’ home Sunday; the people who live next door are Catholic.

[...] A connection with three people, and a fourth who is not present. [...]

(“A connection with three people, and a fourth who is not present.” [...]

[...] This was perhaps a vague reference to the father of the groom; he is quite a bit older than my brother, who is Linda’s father. [...]

First of all, in your own world those travelers into unknown realms were considered outcasts, so to speak, as if they were picking up television programs that no one else saw.⁸ If their stories of their experiences did not jibe, who would believe them? [...] They felt that they had to tell the same story or they would be considered insane, so they made a tacit agreement, interpreting their experiences in the terms used by those who had gone “before.”

[...] The people who have journeyed into the unknown reality have always been adventurous. [...]

[...] While you expect pictures of your own reality to be diverse, those who journeyed into the unknown reality became concerned if their snapshots did not agree, so they tried desperately to make all of the pictures look alike. [...]

[...] Her inspiration had been the result of her quite unexpected, humorous, appalling — yet finally illuminating — encounter this morning with a visitor who’d attended her ESP class last night.

[...] Seth has dealt with our Denmark lives in a few early sessions without going into much detail, and has occasionally referred to them in later sessions. In the second session, while still speaking to us through the personality of Frank Watts, Seth told us he had been a merchant who dealt in spices. [...]

[...] Seth told me I would become a very well-known painter; Ruburt, he said, knew nothing about artists’ agents or their locations in New York City, he said for the record, adding that there is an agent on 62nd street who can be of great help to me. [...]

I am very pleased to meet you (to F. Fell), and since you are the one who published Ruburt’s book, I thank you. [...]

(Seth spoke to F. Fell, who then asked Seth a question concerning his daughter’s safety on an upcoming trip to Europe.)