“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In a woman who regards herself as intellectual, the same connotations apply.

[...] The short man who is already beginning to bald, John knows as Bill Driscoll; John told us he is a very good salesman and the only one in the division fitting that description. [...]

[...] This is the fact that John, Jane and Bill all have mothers who were, or are, bedridden with arthritis. [...]

—like a child who is about to be burned.

[...] Those who are not within it can see past, present and future, and the interchange of action.

[...] I read the rough draft of the letter to Maude Cardwell to Jane, who really liked it. [...]

Your feeling (underlined) of need was picked up by those others who follow your work and career, and feel that they know you both, particularly through your(to me) notes. [...]

They are as good, tell Ruburt, who does not read them now, as they were then. [...]

[...] All of the members of the Butts family observed the pronounced changes in Stella’s thinking about her husband, although Jane and I were the only ones who ascribed those changes to her moving into another probable reality.

[...] I have personality characteristics by which those who have come to sessions can identify me. [...]

[...] It is particularly beneficial for those who have a too-rigid mental framework.

[...] … We shall have you both working well in your sleep, for the dream will not be captured in a laboratory — by scientists who will not look into their own dreams.

In your sleep, you may have greeted friends who are strangers to your waking self. [...]

[...] But scientifically, this would not be proof of my existence as an independent personality who has survived death. [...]

[...] Not bad, I thought, for someone who hadn’t left the bed all night!

[...] By late 1967, Seth was also devoting some sessions to helping strangers who had written us, as mentioned in The Seth Material.

“Our priests,” he mused, “have spoken
of Man Who made our pond.
Perhaps He left this as a token,
Between us, to be a bond.”

I’m convinced that I left my body when I decided to go into the living room, and met Miss C. who was traveling in her dream body, wandering about in her old surroundings and coming in for help as she used to do. [...]

[...] Of course, Ruburt was out of his body when he saw Miss Cunningham, who was in the same condition.

[...] Because you are the individual who holds the beliefs you will stamp them, so to speak, with certain characteristics that you will recognize. [...]

[...] Those of you who do the same thing will see yourselves in one particular way, whatever it is. [...]

[...] He understands that he is the self who holds all of those beliefs, and does not identify so completely with the one core belief any longer. [...]

[...] She was introduced to the Seth material by John Bradley, who has witnessed several sessions and read much of the material himself. [...]

[...] The personality has been twice a man, once a woman, and once a female child who did not reach adulthood.

[...] It will be remembered that Philip is the entity name for John Bradley, who first mentioned the sessions to Lorraine. [...]

It is only the ego that steps from moment to moment, as a man who walks from puddle to puddle. It is only the ego who drowns in time. Therefore, since only the ego is momentarily imprisoned within the focus of your plane, it is only the ego who probes so slowly into simultaneous action, perceiving it bit by bit and sip by sip. [...]

[...] Last Thursday morning, then, we were really shocked when Doris, who is also a teacher and a friend from those apartment-house years, called to tell us that David was in the hospital—that he was to undergo triple-bypass heart surgery the next day. [...]

[...] We also had in mind another friend who’d died of cancer last year at the age of 39.

[...] Some moral philosophers, medical geneticists, physicians, lawyers, and religious leaders believe that those who carry genes for serious genetic diseases do not have the right to reproduce. [...]

[...] He is the one who has to deal primarily with the practical aspects of our relationship, and in the business of translating my reality into your world.

Let me note at the end of this account that the mutual friend who introduced Jane and Mrs. Steffans has participated in some of our other house connections also — a function similar to the one enacted by our new acquaintance, Frank Corio, whom I referred to in Note 11 for Session 740. [...]

[...] The younger people, especially those who weren’t natives of the area to begin with, began to fan out across the nation, and even into foreign lands, continuously searching for more of that indefinable essence or quality many of them called “truth.” [...]

As words would tell little, or give small hint of the reality of sound or color to someone who did not experience these, so the words used can only give insight into the nature of reality. [...]

[...] I wondered: if Seth isn’t speaking now, who is?) He is closer to you in personality makeup and closer to your reality, therefore he could transmit ideas to Ruburt in more understandable terms than I.

I, who am the source (pause), sent a portion of myself, an independent portion, to you. [...]

[...] It was for her, from a woman friend who lives in New York City. [...]

(Long pause.) Parents who are actually quite worried about their childrens’ susceptibility to illness often go overboard, stressing all kinds of sports and sports-related projects, but the children sense their parents’ unspoken fears, and they try to reassure their parents through achieving high goals or merit in sports programs.

[...] The inner self knows who it is. [...]

(Note the ambiguity this evening as to just who or what was coming through. [...]

There are those who appear within these plays fully aware. [...]

[...] Now the information in this book is being directed to some extent through the inner senses of the woman who is in trance as I write it. [...]

(Before the session Jane read over the letter from D. R. Moorcroft, the professor of physics who’d written her such a fine letter on April 3. She divided the letter into questions; Seth may discuss some of them tonight. [...]

[...] “Here I thought we were going to have a nice peaceful week, with some sessions on Mass Reality, maybe, but now, who knows....”

(John Bradley, who has witnessed several sessions, was a visitor this afternoon but not a witness this evening.

[...] Sometime, who knows, you may see me too; and that will give Ruburt something to brood over.