“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“The other day Jane and I were talking about people who maintain that the universe is an accident, or that it has no meaning, or that there’s no such thing as life after death, or that psychic abilities don’t exist—that sort of thing. [...]

If there is no life after life,
then what cosmic spendthrift formed
the universe,
for Chance alone can’t be
that prolific, or fake an order in which
an accident of such proportions
as the creation of a world
seems so inevitable,
each random element
falling pat, into place,
and each consciousness promptly appearing
with body parts all neatly assembled—
only to be squandered,
falling apart, dissolving into nothingness
while Chance grinds out newer odds.

While Seth was dictating The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events, for example, the Three Mile Island nuclear accident occurred; and had the affair turned into a disaster, our Chemung County would have been used to house refugees. [...]

[...] Seth was discussing the Three Mile Island accident, but he left off book dictation for a while because we felt so badly, and gave us some excellent material on animal consciousness before and after death — because “tragedies” come in all shapes and sizes, and the most domestic events of our days offer Seth opportunities to comment on life itself.

He once, and not purposely, broke a man’s back in an accident involving horses. [...]

[...] One life was in a country close to what you now call Palestine, I believe approximately 832 A.D., and in this life the accident occurred.

Jane and I think that the psychological effects of the accident at TMI are at least as important as the physical ones—and that eventually they will be much more so around the world. [...]

[...] I think his material will certainly include many original insights into the whole subject of consciousness-and-energy in general, as well as into the role of consciousness in events like the accident at Three Mile Island. [...]

(Earlier today she’d showed me how she’d discovered quite by “accident” that she could reach down to touch the inside of her right thigh with her left hand—farther than she’s reached in a long time. [...]

I am quite sure — I know for a fact — that beings from other planes have appeared among you, sometimes on purpose and sometimes completely by accident. [...]

[...] Such young people die of sickness or accident, but go to their deaths like children after a splendid day. [...]

Such critical-uniting episodes usually do not involve long sickness, though they may, but instead events such as bad accidents. [...]

[...] You do not imagine the existence of blocks or impediments in your way, in the form of additional furniture placed in your path by accident, fate, or design. [...]

[...] She saw herself having an automobile accident at an intersection. [...] Three days after her return, she was in an accident just outside of town. [...]

[...] She may have been accident-prone at that time in her life, and the dreams themselves may have acted as suggestion — as a sort of post-hypnotic suggestion that she could fight off for only so long. [...]

[...] On the one hand the accident was an accident. [...]

Nor is it any accident that those certain people come to the sessions, the ones who did come, just as it is no accident that Philip's mother is also a bed-ridden arthritic, just as Ruburt’s mother is.

[...] If you have decided to die, protected from one disease in such a manner, you will promptly come down with another, or have an accident. [...]

[...] If they did not die of the disease, they may have ‘fallen prey’ to an accident, or died in a war, or in a natural disaster.

[...] An accident—trouble in the right shoulder. [...]

[...] It would be no accident, then, that this session came through when it did—as Jane begins to heal herself physically, so does she psychically, as Seth remarked would happen in yesterday’s session. [...]

[...] Then when Debbie Janney arrived Saturday evening, she told me that she had just missed meeting me at Steiner’s photo studio earlier that week; going there to have a portrait taken, she’d seen by accident the enlargements of my parents that Mr. Steiner was making for me. [...]

Ever since the accident to the nuclear reactor of Unit No. [...]

[...] 1, which was shut down for refueling at the time of the accident. [...]

[...] When she began writing Magical Approach, she even surprised me by occasionally helping me get breakfast, cooking bacon and eggs at the hot plate I’d set up for her some seven months ago on the kitchen table.⁴ Although she could work at the table while sitting down, she’d given up those simple, nurturing acts of food preparation many weeks ago; her fingers weren’t working well enough, she told me at the time; she didn’t trust herself enough to handle hot food—and I admit that when she implied a risk, the chance of an accident, I stopped encouraging her to help me with meals.

[...] No protection against that kind of accident has ever been required by the NRC. [...]

[...] Some may even cause themselves to have severe accidents, in which they sacrifice portions of their bodies to retain a sense of —

There was a connection when your cat had his accident, you see, the location of the injury. [...]

(There had been an accident, or fire, or both in our section of the city after the storm broke loose. [...]