“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

How Seth, Dreams … eventually came to be issued by Stillpoint Publishing, how it can even be thought of as a “lost manuscript,” makes a most interesting account that I’ll just outline here. First, though, I remind the reader that Jane spoke in a trance or dissociated state for a discarnate personality who calls himself Seth; by his own definition he’s an “energy personality essence,” no longer focused within physical reality. Last July my agent, Tam Mossman, phoned to ask that I search Jane’s papers for a manuscript he remembers her submitting to him some seventeen years ago, when he had been a young editor just beginning a career with Prentice-Hall. That manuscript is Seth, Dreams and Projection of Consciousness. As soon as he’d reviewed it back then, Tam had asked Jane to do a book on Seth himself. The result? The Seth Material, for which Jane signed a contract in December 1968. The book came out in 1970; and in it she had used certain portions of Seth, Dreams …

The night was so warm that I unzipped the bag all the way down to my feet. In the half-dark I spoke aloud to my wife, telling her that I wished she was with me. I fell asleep. Around 4:30 A.M. I woke to the sound of a heavy wind and the feel of much colder air creeping in around my body. The wind chimes hanging in a corner of the porch were clashing together repeatedly. I zipped up the bag as spatters of rain began to blow in on me. The woods come down over the crest of the hill in back of the house, to the north, and with a sound like an ocean tide the wind was racing through their treetops, plunging south past the house and into the valley. Jane and I had always loved that great roar. The trees thrashed in my neighbor’s yard across the road. The whole scene was one of change and energy and mystery.

A barricade in front of the door is not necessary. Afterwards, as we sat discussing the suggestions, he said, I do not want Ruburt’s energies soaked up in trying to fight these needs. We need all of your energies for our work — and for your own. Later you will learn to use these energies well and to draw energy from the basic vitality of the universe.

[...] I was aware of nothing except of a great supporting energy and, someplace far off, the room in which my body walked. [...]

[...] Jane-Seth began to talk in a very loud and exceptionally vibrant voice, as if an extra charge of energy was suddenly made available. [...]

[...] “Like a full sail, filled with energy, carried on, full blast,” I said.

[...] What you have here is latent energy, vitality and capacity, with much of it withheld or suspended momentarily. [...] It is in a state of drowsiness on the one hand; and on the other, it focuses the usable portion of its energy into being a tree.

[...] The creative energies build up their thickly-dimensioned pseudo-realities of pain. [...]

[...] … You will notice within a few weeks’ time an added energy. [...]

[...] They have their own, it is true, but, unknowingly, you reinforce their energy and health.

[...] When you paint a picture, my dear Joseph, you are dealing with a transformation of energy and transformation of camouflage pattern. [...]

You are forced to transform this creative energy into another camouflage pattern because of your earthly situation. [...]

[...] Whatever energy was being used, I decided, it was certainly more than I expected myself capable of that night. [...]

[...] Where had the extra energy come from … after three hours of dictation as Seth? [...]

[...] Springtime again — the release of energy, the flowering of a landscape that, by all appearances, had been dead and nearly lifeless only weeks before. [...]

[...] All entities are self-aware portions of the energy of All That Is. [...]

[...] Rob was convinced that it contained an additional energy, rather impossible for my own vocal chords — the resonance in particular.

[...] The part of himself that did ‘teach’ him to see still guides his movements, still moves the muscles of his eyes, still becomes conscious despite him when he sleeps, still breathes for him without thanks or recognition and still carries on his task of transforming energy from an inner reality into an outer one. [...]