“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The symptoms were also meant to frighten Ruburt, to shock him, to shake him up, and then hopefully do him some good, as he saw how it was to have someone around all the time who did not feel very well.

[...] As you know, those who get through all the way find a bedrock loyalty. [...]

(To Joel and Bette.) You escaped from your current physical roles in class last week, our cousin of Richelieu, and our friend who loves the idiot flower, you experienced your emotional reality on an entirely different level. [...]

[...] It will even confound our friend who yawns over here. [...]

[...] There are groups of people in isolated places who hold such beliefs, and in all such cases the body responds. [...]

1. For those who are interested in publishing matters: Like counterpoint endeavors, Jane’s Dialogues and Adventures have become interwound with her Seth books. [...]

[...] I am not speaking as one who has been physically oriented when the other voice comes. (Pause.) Now to some extent this allows me to dispense with certain distortions necessarily a part of any personality who has been physically oriented.

[...] Actually Malba herself was a not-too-intelligent woman who died in 1946 in South Dakota, as she said.

For your ego Joseph the unspoken but strong advice you gave Jane, who was carried away in Elmira at the radio station, this advice was excellent and saved you both much pain. [...]

[...] It is also easier for Ruburt to practice dissociation since it is Joseph’s parents who are involved.

[...] Jane and I were visiting her father there, who was building some apartments. [...]

You were at that time slim and disciplined to some degree, ending up however with four children and a wife who became an invalid, the wife being Ruburt’s present mother. [...]

[...] I take Seth’s reference to a friend’s apothecary shop to mean the one operated by our friend in this life, John Bradley, who has been a witness to several sessions. [...]

[...] People who read so-called “occult” literature may consider me “an old soul,” like a mountain. [...]

[...] (Jane’s happened on Monday afternoon, December 9, while mine took place this afternoon.) Jane’s was especially clear, featuring a communication from Stella Butts — who was seemingly quite “herself.” [...]

[...] Nor, we learned, did some of those who wrote Jane relish receiving a reply from someone else. [...]

[...] She also had a friend—a Ms. Coleman—who had visited Jane from New York City 10 years ago.)

[...] The children did not know the session was taking place; from their viewpoints we must have appeared like three adults who sat talking, and closed the doors because they didn’t want to be bothered.

[...] I sold it for $30.00 to an older man who returned to my outside wall, where I had my work hung several times before he decided to buy it. [...]

If many of your letters are from those in need, this also shows that people, who were previously in despair at finding any methods to help themselves, now want all the information they can get. [...]

I find myself following the two woman who have just left here. They are on their way, or rather, have just arrived at the home of the woman who lives in this town. [...]

[...] He who does not move can make no errors; and he felt he had made a severe error in allowing Fell to publish the book. [...]

[...] Today, also, Jane received a letter from her father, who lives in Florida. [...]

[...] You are reacting, and have been, to some of your mother’s attitudes toward men who work at home, so you try to prove to yourself and others that this is really not only as difficult as outside work, but more so. [...]

[...] Bantam, who had the original option on Seven, then bid higher for the three projected Sevens than Pocket Books has so far—the latter has until this Wednesday to bid against Bantam’s $50,000 offer.

[...] Ruburt acted out his ideas of a conventional medium for Tam, who in a dream state perceived Ruburt’s dramatization.

(We talked about Bill Macdonnel, who stopped in late this afternoon to say goodbye before leaving for California. [...]

(I then realized I was also “seeing” one of the men, the one who had laughed. [...]

[...] At times during the data I wasn’t sure who was speaking—Jane or Seth. [...]

[...] We were trying to lead him to his mother, who is an invalid, to get near the polio connection, but I am afraid we did not succeed here.

[...] She is a retired, unmarried school teacher, 74 years old, who for the last fifteen years has lived in the front apartment on the second floor of our apartment house. [...]

(Having lived here for four years now, we of course have become friends with Miss Callahan, who is a gentle person, very shy and yet quite independent, according to her relatives. [...]

[...] In fact, she did not appear to know us, or her relatives who were also there. [...]

(Just before the session began Jane happened to remark that Saturday, May 23, Miss Callahan’s companion will be replaced by another, who is to take care of her weekends. [...]

(This afternoon Jim Tennant, who was scheduled to be a witness tonight, called Jane at the gallery and told her he would be unable to attend the session because his wife is in the hospital.

[...] I am sorry to say that if you have a bad gall bladder, the reassembled body will also have a bad gall bladder, since it is the consciousness who has caused the illness to begin with. [...]

[...] In color: I’d looked out the south window of the bedroom to see Fred Kardon standing out on the lawn; he was talking to someone else who was doing some kind of work near the big pine tree that grows up over the corner of the house. [...]

[...] The void, in other terms, can therefore be compared to a mind, and who can predict what images or thoughts will be given birth there? [...]