“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I am not speaking of genetic information alone, as you understand it, but of a natural (underlined) yet intuitive reasoning process that is the result of the relationships that exist among all portions of the body. [...]

And to some extent, though I am here, you will at times project that idea of a god upon me, though I do indeed go out of my way to give evidence, at least evidence of grace and humor. [...]

[...] I am quite sure that I remembered but parts of both dreams. [...]

I am quite prepared to continue. [...]

[...] / I am exhausted, / near dying, /
a partially empty / shell, paper-thin / with all my /
life alive / and flaming / only in my head / but nearly /
unstirring. [...]

Sometimes there is / no reply at all, as if /
my voice itself / turns into mist / or is lost in /
the waves pounding / until it seems / I am indeed /
abandoned, / separated from / some forgotten self /
who has gone elsewhere / without me, / so that the gulf /
between us / is so distant / that messages sent back /
and forth / now take so long / to reach me /
that only future / generations / of myself /
would be here to / catch their meaning.

“He knows what I am referring to. [...]

[...] I will have further pertinent material to add to the overall category of Ruburt’s situation, but I am simply making this evening’s session to give him a sense of immediate direction.

[...] I am not speaking here of discipline as punishment, but of discipline accepted by a person or a civilization in order to direct action along certain lines. [...]

I may or may not return, again according to those rhythms of which I speak — but I am present and approachable.

I may or may not return — but know indeed that I am present and approachable, and that I hold both of you in my attention.

I am merely citing examples. [...]

[...] I am still in the process of trying to teach you both that trust is also a spiritual and physical imperative. [...]

[...] I am simply clearing our lines. [...]

I may or my not return, according to those rhythms of which I have spoken, but know that I am present and approachable. [...]

Now — I am going to end for this evening. [...]

[...] Because Ruburt is not at his best I am going to close our session, and give you this material at our next regular meeting.

[...] I am looking at them now, as I work on this chapter some five years later. [...]

[...] Here you have the birth of subject and object, the I AM who is the doer or constructor, and the construction itself.

[...] I still am. [...]

Nor am I trying to justify class behavior by noting that Jane and I and our guests were much better behaved during the Friday-night gatherings in our apartment. [...]

[...] I too am a World War II veteran; after three years of service in the Air Force Transport Command I was discharged in 1942. [...]

Nor again, in presenting these private sessions and Jane’s and my travails, am I looking for sympathy. [...]

[...] I am pleased, myself, that you indeed consider a return to the sessions. [...]

[...] That is the point I am trying to make here. [...]

[...] “Wow — am I out… I can’t get my eyes open,” Jane said, trying to do just that. [...]

I am putting this rather simply here. [...]

[...] I am letting events magically emerge as they grow beneath the surface of your lives — because Ruburt likes happy surprises. [...]