“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I had my poetry; Rob, who is an artist, had his painting. [...] No one was more surprised than I was, then, to find myself quite abruptly speaking for someone who was supposed to have survived death. [...]

[...] It served to introduce the students to Seth, and I will let a few excerpts from it serve the same purpose now, introducing Seth to those readers who have not heard of him:

[...] “I do speak in trance for a personality who claims to have survived death. [...]

To me it was tantamount to intellectual suicide to even admit the possibility that Seth actually was a personality who had survived death. [...]

[...] You do not understand them yet so you turn this great love inward, and try to narrow it down, and fasten it upon one individual who will then reciprocate—and you do not basically care who this individual is.

[...] There are people who feel that existence is meaningless without wealth. [...] There are people who have committed suicide because they established wealth as a condition of existence. [...]

[...] It is you who are making it joyless. [...]

Men and women have joyfully honored and loved the evening and the dawn, and listened to the heart-pulse within them, with a blessing and a joy who have not had one-hundredth of your blessings or one third the reason to look forward to another day, and they have fulfilled themselves and brought joy to others. [...]

[...] There should be a group of ten who come regularly. Ruburt will know who they are.

[...] But beyond that the feeling is that one who has such experiences is by temperament unreliable. [...]

[...] He is not a doctor of anything, for there is no one alive who could give him a degree in his particular line of research, or in yours.

[...] It was Tam who saw in Ruburt’s original manuscript the importance of his work, and the way in which Ruburt was trying to hide it by playing down his relationship with me.

(11:30.) With animals, there are varying degrees of division between the self who acts and the action involved. With the birth of the conscious mind in man, however, the self who acts needed a way to judge its actions. [...]

[...] Jane and I had been talking about trying to check out some of this material, since presumably records concerning Frank Watts would exist locally; and possibly people who knew him, other than Miss Callahan, and a co-worker of Jane’s at the gallery when the sessions began, Mrs. Borst, might be found who would help us verify any data Seth gave. [...]

[...] Jane’s co-worker at the gallery, Mrs. Borst, who is now retired, had stated definitely that she had known a Frank Watts who had died in the 1940’s, and had also known his sister Treva.)

My personality may indeed at times show that I am somewhat of an impatient man, who boxes his pupils’ ears, symbolically of course, but I have never made any pretense to be other than I am.

[...] The distortions, too numerous to mention here, were the result of inexperience, not only on Ruburt’s part, but also on the part of the personality who did live and was called Frank Watts.

You could not have a cohesive society based upon the validity of private revelation, when you believed in a God who was so bloodthirsty, and who demanded such proofs of obedience. [...]

[...] Men often took him literally, but his message was that the spirit of God was within each person—in terms of the symbolism, each person being a child of the father who dwelled in heaven. [...]

The next, psychic family dream represented an actual reunion of some Sumari family members, so that Ruburt would not feel so alone, but realize he did indeed have rich emotional connections with others, at other levels, and that he was part of a family of creative initiators, full of energy and vigor, who could go out into the world or cheerfully forget it if they chose.

[...] Seth’s closing reference to a “sweet creature” was a reference to our sweet cat, Willy, who midway in the session had hopped up on the couch and snuggled himself tight against my left side as I took notes.)

— who was, as clearly as I could figure out at the time, a “sacred” assassin. [...] It was he who told me about the symbol of the eye. [...] Nor at the time he told me did I know who Christ was.

(“I had two illegitimate children [class laughter], a mistress that sneaked into my private study, a magician that I kept in case I did not do too well on my own, a housekeeper who was pregnant every year that I had her, and three daughters who joined a nunnery because I would not have them — and I am referred to in barely three paltry lines, for my reign did not last very long.

[...] In the tumult of the city the particular bells could be recognized, therefore, by the poor and by the slaves who waited to buy products — often wilted foods from the laden carts.

[...] But as I now recall them, without directly checking on our friend the Pope, who has, you must understand, gone his own way, I am coming as close as I can. [...]

There are “hardy souls” who thrive in physical reality, and who may have difficulties acclimating to other nonphysical areas of activity. [...] Very close friends from past lives, who are in a position to do so, often communicate with you when you are in the dream state, and the relationships are continued though you do not realize it consciously.

[...] Such a discipline may be adopted however by certain personalities who must take strong measures with themselves because of other characteristics. [...]

[...] Families may be composed, then, of individuals who disliked each other in the past and come together in a close relationship where they are to work together toward a common goal, learn to understand each other better, and work out problems in a different kind of context.

[...] The changing physical scene throughout the centuries, as you know them, represents the inner images that have flickered through the minds of the individuals who lived within the world through the various ages.

[...] Now, I have given material in our own session that is highly legitimate and valid, and it will be used and used well by people who can understand it intellectually. And I have given material that is highly intuitional that will be understood and used by people who know how to use their intuitions. [...]

[...] There are personalities who have knowledge that you do not yet realize you know. [...]

[...] I will not lead those who would follow me blindly. [...]

[...] I need and needed an intellect through which I could work so that our basic principles could be understood by those who were intellectually inclined. [...]

We have known several people who were monks in a previous existence. [...] (To Ron): In a life in the east before the time of Christ, 1200 B.C., you were a member of a body of men who belonged to an esoteric heritage. [...]

[...] Now: Three men in particular who are under you (in the manufacturing plant where Ron holds a supervisor’s position), were part of that original band of men. [...]

[...] (Pause.) In those terms — and, again, this is important — in those terms only, he appeared at the time of Atlantis, but the records were destroyed and forgotten except in the memory of a few who survived.

Now, again in those terms, he is an entity who appears time and time again within your physical system, but he has been recognized on only two occasions. [...]

[...] With our friend Philip, a situation developing involving a white-haired man who is in the background, behind or connected with, the man who suggested Philip seek office. [...]

The man who offered the suggestion to Philip may not realize himself that the original idea was not his own. [...]

Some connection with a store or shopkeeper who puts up money. [...]

[...] If not of Philip’s, then a brother-in-law of the man who made the suggestion.

[...] Jane and I had heard of this association in a remote way, but it had no meaning for us until we committed ourselves to the hill house; the agency concerned is but one of many we’d contacted; yet also involved is our friend Debbie, who works for another real estate firm, and who had first called our attention to the hill house. [...]

[...] They possess a great curiosity about artists, writers, or others who have chosen a different route, and achieved in that fashion. [...]

(Pause at 9:45.) Quite simply, few of them have known people who have devoted themselves to their art. [...]

In the 737th session, after 11:55, Seth mentioned the “other dentist” who lived and worked around the corner from the apartment house Jane and I moved into in 1960, upon our arrival in Elmira. [...]

[...] Jane began to speak for Seth, in trance, after we had discussed the 364th session with J. Bradley, who is a medical salesman for Searle Drug.

(The 364th session was held September 13, 1967 for John Pitre of Franklin, LA, and his wife Peggy, who has multiple sclerosis. [...]

(Neither Jane or I, or John Bradley, who is well informed in matters medical, knew anything about any such extract. [...]

[...] There will also be an improving of company prestige, and this development hinges, believe it or not, one man who is at present considered relatively innocuous and unimportant. [...]

[...] A person who loves to teach needs people who love to learn. [...]

[...] For those of you who like theater, it will be like none you have ever seen. [...]

[...] So, instead, we will form a free city to which those travelers can come, and where those who enter can read books about Buddhism if they prefer, or play at being Catholic. [...]

[...] The interpretation of scanty records, including the Dead Sea Scrolls, has given rise to debate, but it appears he was either Menahem ben Judah, who was killed in A.D. 66 in Jerusalem, or a nephew, who survived and succeeded him.)

[...] John was already active in his own ministry, and often called himself a “forerunner of one who would be nobler and stronger.” [...]

[...] There were, however, a score of men in the same general area, physically, who responded to the inner psychic climate and felt upon themselves the attraction and responsibility of the religious hero.

[...] He felt that Christ was a kind of devil who pursued him in his sleep.

(Long pause, one of many.) I will have more to say about suicide, but I do not mean here to imply guilt on the part of a person who takes his or her own life. [...] Such a son or daughter might be born, for instance, through a woman who wanted to experience childbirth but who did not necessarily want to encounter the years of child-raising, for her own reasons.

(Emphatically:) Many people who would not get the disease in any case are then religiously inoculated with it. The body is exerted to use its immune system to the utmost, and sometimes, according to the inoculation, overextended [under such] conditions.⁴ Those individuals who have psychologically decided upon death will die in any case, of that disease or another, or of the side effects of the inoculation.

Such a mother would attract a consciousness who desired, perhaps, to reexperience childhood but not adulthood, or who might teach the mother lessons sorely needed. [...]

[...] As she’s said often: “I’m a writer who’s psychic — not a psychic who’s a writer.”

[...] I met two men this week; one in the library who I felt a strong attraction for, an older man of sixty; and another one who I was greatly upset by who I met this Saturday.”)

[...] There are people, there are groups of consciousness, who cannot speak. [...]

[...] You are the Sumari who communicate with you and they are you. [...]

The man who upset you was much closer to you at one time than the man you were attracted to. [...]

(Jane has also recently received a phone call from a young husband in Franklin, LA, asking Seth’s help for his wife, who is very ill. We did not know who Seth would speak about first tonight, but surmised it would be Gene Bernard.

[...] Interestingly, John began to ask us questions about the Indian teacher, Baba, who was discussed by Seth and Gene Bernard in the 303rd session. [...]

[...] There are those who are so tightly meshed within physical reality that the soul is squeezed dry. [...]

Someone who sees him, a male, is not doing him good at this time. [...]

[...] In your terms, again, you and the Roman are connected; and the Arab and the American; and the African and the Chinese; and so are your identities intermixed with others who may seem to be strangers, but others who speak with your own voice — others who communicate with you in their dreams as you communicate with them. [...]

“There was something very contradictory about the affair: The soldier-self I saw atop the tower was a Roman — whereas, according to the little I know of those times, such a position should have been occupied by a native Jew, who was perhaps a lookout for the city behind him. [...]

But the world is not filled with strangers, and so our friend here, Joseph, glimpsed a counterpart of himself who lived — in your terms, now — in one particular era.¹¹ In deeper terms that era still exists, and that is something you should not forget. [...]

[...] Or I was the sentry’s enemy, who came up the steps and attacked him. [...]

[...] But you also are endowed with free will and there is no punishment except [for] those of you who choose to punish yourselves. [...]

[...] Do not trust those who say, “I have the truth.” [...]

[...] You are all in trances, however, for you believe in this improbable physical existence and therefore I must couch all my language so that it makes sense to you, who believe in this fantasy in which you now live. [...]

([Gert:] “Who grades you, Seth?”)