“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

So if I insist that I’ve communicated with Jane at times, then I’m obligated to consider statements from others claiming the same thing. But in ordinary terms, even if my wife’s death has left me more open and vulnerable to psychic possibilities, I still shrink from offering any sort of blanket assurance. (“Yes, I’m convinced that you have reached Jane, just as I have.”) I’m not contradicting myself when I note that perhaps — and I’ve suspected for a long time that ultimately this is correct — it is true that on some far levels of consciousness and communication that we do not (or even cannot) understand at this “time,” each person who is so inclined to do so has at least touched a Jane who responded clearly enough. She will continue to do so. In this view, those elements in such messages that have no meaning for me can be only distortions on the part of the medium or the letter-writer or the poet. I do think that communication among entities, whether they’re physical or nonphysical, is always going on, and from every conceivable angle and in every way. Hardly a new thought, yet grasping it, or even speculating about it, is to touch upon a portion of the mystery of life. (And from where you are, Jane, what do you think of my very cautious approach?)

As the physical time passed, however, I began wanting to do a little formal writing about Jane’s death, so last month when Jim Young of Stillpoint Publishing gave me the chance to do so in this Preface for Seth, Dreams … I accepted at once.

Without taking into account here the essences of other life forms, do I think the human personality survives physical death? Considering the loving, passionate “work” that Jane and I engaged in for more than twenty years, of course I do. No other answer makes intuitive or consciously reasonable sense to me. I think it quite psychologically and psychically limiting to believe otherwise, for such beliefs can only impede or postpone our further conscious understanding of the individual and mass realities — the overall “nature” — we’re creating. I think that all of us seek answers, and that our searches are expressed in our very lives.

Why do we have jobs at a hospital, when Jane was so afraid of them while she was physical? I interpret our employment there, and her joyful mood, to mean that from where she is now she no longer fears hospitals and the medical establishment — that she’s moved beyond that deep apprehension she began to build up around the age of three, as her mother became gradually, and permanently, incapacitated with rheumatoid arthritis. I think that my own much more pleasant earlier experiences with the hospital in Sayre, including my doing free-lance art work for some of its doctors, helped me place the locale for this adventure there, rather than at the hospital in Elmira, where Jane died. In addition, we lived very happily in Sayre for several years following our marriage.

“Do you think Seth is deceptive?” Rob asked. “If you do, you should quit the whole thing.”

[...] Do not let it go, however. That is, do not return it. [...]

[...] I was doing twice the creative work I had done earlier. I was satisfied with the quality of the Seth Material; it was far superior to anything I could do on my own. [...]

[...] For that matter, I welcome a witness, and it is time you had one for your own edification, not mine, and it should do our nervous pigeon, Ruburt, some good.

Camouflage patterns do, of course, also belong to the inner world, since they are formed from the stuff of the universe by mental enzymes, which have a chemical reaction on your plane. [...] Do you have any questions?

[...] ‘I don’t know how I do it,’ she said. [...]

Since very often the vitality or stuff of the universe seems as innocuous as air … then look for what you do not see. [...]

[...] There is nothing else you can do. [...]

[...] What else could consciousness do? What could mine do? [...]

Because of the Miss Cunningham dream and the “Idea Construction” experience, Rob suggested that I try some experiments in ESP and expansion of consciousness and do a book on the results — negative or positive. [...]

[...] I tried to laugh.
“I’m not doing it,” Rob said.

[...] “Do you want some now?”
Rob shook his head.
“There’s something that wants you back at the board.
You’d better sit down again.”

[...] If they err, they do so through ignorance.

These fears do not belong to what you think of as the subconscious. [...]

[...] The freely working subconscious — or the inner you — is completely capable of taking care of all practical considerations and will use the ego as a tool to do so.

[...] So-called impulses on your part are often blocked because you do not consider them practical. [...]

Rob spent the next Saturday afternoon in his studio, as usual, painting and doing other artwork. [...] I was in the front of the apartment doing the weekly housecleaning. [...] Like other experiences of this nature, it was intrusive, in that it seemed to have no connection with what he was doing or thinking at the time.

Because you know that you breathe, without being consciously aware of the mechanics involved, you are forced to admit that you do your own breathing. When you cross a room, you are forced to admit that you have caused yourself to do so, though consciously you have no idea of willing the muscles to move, or of stimulating one tendon or another. Yet even though you admit these things, you do not really believe them.

Who do I share this image with?
What ghost haunts this house?
I smile and reach for a cup of tea
And motions beyond my will begin.
My fingers move smoothly out
And lift the curving spoon.
With just the proper touch
They pick the china saucer up.
Yet I have nothing to do with this.
Who moves the cup? [...]

In the next session, Seth told Rob that he was doing well and should try the exercise often. [...]

So Do I
An Out-of-Body Experience

[...] How do we know it won’t happen to us?” And the comfortable room suddenly seemed a facade. [...]

“Do unto others, I tell you.”
He wanted to say more
But they carted him off.
The good people laughed.
On the ground was a puddle
Of the idiot’s tears.

[...] They do not realize that the whole thing is self-created, nor should they in the main, since the urgency to solve problems would dissolve.

[...] But on this particular night, Rob watched, amused, while Seth told him in no uncertain terms what he thought of my experiment — using my own lips to do it! [...]

“Do you have storms where you are?”

I do not get your kind of storms.

[...] As the smiling and sorrowful faces also express and expand the personality, so, too, do the various reincarnated personalities express and expand the entity as a whole.

[...] If, in a dream, you experience a period of three days, physically you do not age for these days. Do you see?

[...] That is what you are supposed to do in these frequent breaks from the material. [...] Do please get comfortable.

At this stage you will do what you can to encourage it, without my telling you, just as you initiated the event to begin with. [...] I suggest a brief break, and this time my dear Joseph, do copy your strolling wife and move about.

“Is there anything I can do to encourage such a flow of data again?” Rob asked.