“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Intertwined with these events were many others in recent days: The john in the cellar bathroom backed up and flooded part of the floor; I had to call the plumber—who’s been here and gone. [...]

[...] Poison was the usual method, and even those who suspected the truth would not dare speak out.

“Who am I?” cried the worm and the hawk,

[...] From the other end of reality, God goes shouting: “Who am I?” and finds himself in you. [...]

Take for example the two instances just given: The older person imagining youth will, during such an exercise, reactivate certain hormonal and chemical changes, becoming younger; and the woman who feels rejected does the same thing when imagining herself loved.

[...] It’s enough to say here that it wasn’t until after these sessions began, in 1963, that I realized my inner models were quite as valid as those who physically sat before me. [...]

[...] And now she recalled a third incident she’d helped in, involving a young man in Florida who’d attended her class just once. [...]

[...] He is not a businesswoman in the terms that a person is who is primarily devoted to business. [...]

[...] As I sat on the couch Billy, who is much improved now, curled himself up half in my lap, so that writing as Seth spoke was more than a little difficult. [...]

[...] Seth probably used his 90’s analogy because the other evening on TV Jane and I saw a program about Eubie Blake, the jazz pianist, who is still performing on stage in his late 90’s, and doing very well at it to. [...]

[...] You would not have a wife who had Ruburt’s particular kind of symptoms unless for your own reasons they served your ends as well—though of course to a lesser extent by far than they served Ruburt’s purposes.

I said once that when an alcoholic tries to stop drinking there can be repercussions from beloved ones, who are conditioned to the old situation. [...]

For in my present in your terms, I am also the personality who is not speaking this evening, the Seth who does not have those characteristics with which you are so familiar. [...]

[...] I hadn’t said anything to Jane about my concern with this painting; in fact, everyone who saw it in progress, even at the beginning, seemed to like it, remarking especially upon the form and composition.

[...] You could perhaps at some time paint a portrait of a man who would like to sit within that landscape. [...]

[...] Who sat next to you in kindergarten? [...]

Who are the people? [...]

A double dream is like the double life lived by some people who have two families — one in each town — and who seemingly manipulate separate series of events that other people would find most confusing. [...]

[...] There are indeed others who can help you in such experiences, and who often do while you are in the dream state, whether or not you know it. [...]

[...] Jane’s father Del, who is 6’ 2”, gave us the serape Jane was sitting on when I sketched her this afternoon.

[...] Now her pace began to pick up.) Some people who have been ill for years suddenly recover, and then throw themselves into some great beneficial social endeavor in which their own problems are lost, and a new stability is maintained. [...]

(I stopped at a Convenient Market to buy potato chips to contribute to a party the staff is giving for one of the aides who’s changing jobs at the hospital. [...]

(I took the lunch tray out to the cart after Jane was finished, and met Marilyn Sullivan, who introduced herself to me. [...]

[...] Any person who loves another recognizes the infinite potential within that other person. [...]

[...] Those who are interested in the more detailed mechanics of Seth-Jane’s production of “Unknown” Reality, especially where qualities of time are involved, should review my Introductory Notes. [...]

The people who died at Jonestown believed that they must die. [...]

[...] Those who follow the official lines of consciousness right now have no such support to fall back upon, while the results of their course becomes more obviously muddled.