“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Leonard does have a brother, Ken, who also lives here in Elmira, but as far as we know Ken was not involved in the Maine trip, which inspired the envelope object. Leonard’s girl, who went to Maine with him, is also dark-haired. [...]

(There are actually 6 personal names on the back of the object: Leonard, John, Jane and myself, Lincoln, and the photographer who took the pictures used on the front of the postcard, Don Sieburg.

(Although this interpretation seems obvious, Jane said that J B also reminded her of our friend John Bradley, who had witnessed some sessions. [...]

[...] On page two of his letter Wendell tells about a friend who works for the Neilson TV survey people—having to do with pictures. But also, negative, meaning pictures, is called to mind because Wendell’s letter deals with a group of artists who worked together in a studio, drawing comic strips, in 1941-3. In addition I personally have a studio here in the apartment, and the envelope used as object was kept in this studio. [...]

[...] Note that Wendell Crowley, who mailed us the object, is partner in a lumber company. [...]

[...] As stated, the object contained a letter describing the reunion of perhaps half a dozen artists who worked together in the early 1940’s. The reunion was attended by the writer of the letter. [...]

[...] Tonight’s object of course is not a picture or photo, but an envelope that contained a letter about people who make pictures. [...]

[...] History was dependent upon the old with their memory of past events, and the group’s sense of continuity was also in the hands of its oldest members, who passed memories on to others.

An individual who had himself survived many diseases was considered a sage. [...]

[...] I saw creatures who walked upright — hairy, with brilliant compassionate eyes….”

[...] All four of us involved in the moving were quite amused, then — for the friends who helped Jane and me carry the furniture yesterday are the father-and-son contracting team that built the room in the first place.

(Pause.) In larger terms, there are really only scientific and religious men and women, however, and fields of science and religion would be meaningless without those individuals who believe in their positions. [...]

[...] And “several years” will pass before scientists and engineers pronounce the site finally and safely decontaminated, at who knows what enormous expense, for each step in that cleanup process will have to be scrupulously managed for maximum safety.

[...] A man who believes life has little meaning quickly leaves life—and a meaningless existence could never produce life (intently). Nor was the universe created for one species alone, by a God who is simply a supervision of the same species—as willful and destructive as man at his worst.

[...] The world will be seen as one, but there may be changes in the overall tax assessments along the way, as those who have not paid much, pay more.

Your portrait of Ruburt, for example, appealed to many people who did not appreciate your abstracts. Those who appreciated your abstracts did not appreciate the portrait. [...]

[...] So do those who travel by air or water.

Now it takes study, development, and experience before an identity can learn to hold its own stability in the face of such constant stimuli; and many of us have gotten lost, even forgetting who we were until we once more awakened to ourselves. [...]

[...] I would sing a lullaby — this is not for the book — for our small friend here (Sean Watkins, who was nursing again). [...]

[...] This involves a high degree of cooperation from the other person who does not exist in your physical terms, an opening of his reality to the medium rather than an invasion of the medium.

[...] The mind has no need of them, but passes the information to the brain, who then interprets it. [...]

(9:23.) The natural person is to be found, now, not in the past or in the present, but beneath layers and layers of official beliefs, so you are dealing with an archeology of beliefs to find the person who creates beliefs to begin with. [...]

[...] However, we do have the testimony of many who know us, plus years of sessions on record, plus our own memories. [...]

When you showed impatience with his progress it was sometimes a natural impatience, and sometimes Nebene’s dissatisfaction with a student who should, with those abilities, do better. [...]

[...] He felt earlier that you withheld it because you had little use for anyone who needed it, that to request it was impossible to begin with. [...]

[...] It knows who it is, and is far more certain of its identity, indeed, than your physical self is of its identity. [...]

[...] And when it should be asked, “Who are you?” it would simply answer, “I am I,” and be answering for you also.

[...] You are the self who speaks the sentence, and you are the self who lives the life. [...]

[...] It was this innate ability and knowledge, your fond (smile) Seth tells me, that prevented you from marrying until you met someone who would be able to help you along these lines.

The child who found her knew beforehand that this would occur. [...]

[...] Damned up, such sexuality still keeps trying for expression, and it is often men of habitual “sexual discipline” who suddenly break out in bouts of sexual promiscuity or violence.

[...] Before long, I began to speak for a personality called Malba Bronson, who told Rob that she had died in South Dakota in 1946 at the age of forty-six. [...]

The midplane contains a conglomeration of fragments … who have not attained sufficient knowledge or manipulability to progress further at this point. [...]

[...] And the tree will recognize the same man who passes it by each day.

“Who knows? [...]

[...] This old family photograph, incidentally, included Jimmy’s father, whom Jane and I had not met, and who is referred to in the following session material.)

[...] The living however can within certain limits make it difficult for those personalities who are finished with the physical field, because of a lack of understanding of circumstances. [...]

(This reference to J.J., Jimmy’s youngest son, reminds Jane and me that Jimmy has often mentioned to us that as soon as he began to talk, J.J. started to tell his father about the “playmates” who kept him company through the day. [...]

[...] I heard someone say, “That’s Lizzie’s. She was the one who used to buy them.” [...]

[...] No one can be adequately (underlined) helped in one or two sessions, and it is not his responsibility, or mine, to answer personally the millions of people who need help, or even the relatively few who write him.

(I was quite surprised the other day when Jane told me that our two apartments were okay to her if she was a writer, but not all right for a psychic—especially one who was becoming well known and was visited by all kinds of people, etc. [...]

[...] Jane has already cleared the matter with Tam—who incidentally had a vivid dream Monday night, in which in distorted form he learned that Adventures was to go by the board. [...]

[...] It involved a foresight hardly imaginable, and I repeat that you had your part in the initial reaction, as did every entity who lived or will live upon the earth; and here we are getting into something rather difficult but certainly no mystery.

[...] It was this first particle before earth had its form to which I referred when saying that it was the result of the will of all the entities who would ever be born upon it.

Those who have extremely strong hidden self-conscious selves have the need for greater use of individuality, and these people therefore create what could be called another plane in waking hours, through the use of art forms.

[...] This way you have your actors taking the situation as it seems to be, but looking about in some amazement now and then to wonder how they got where they are, who constructed the stage and so forth. [...]

[...] The twin who was in the military found his sense of identity as a soldier within the system, but he had great faith in the system... [...]

[...] Our love to you and you-know-who —I think his name is Jerry, or something like that.... [...]