“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Many people know of Jane’s death by now, and this makes it impossible for me to deal with that event in chronological order within her books. By rights, I shouldn’t be mentioning it sequentially until I publish the two books that Jane and I had finished while she was hospitalized — then it would be all right to announce that she is dead! But for convenience’s sake, in Seth, Dreams … I bring together certain events in chronological time; I feel that its having been written some time ago makes this book the ideal place for me to discuss Jane’s death, to unite the “past,” the “present,” and the “future’; I regard it as being next in line after Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment, which Prentice-Hall, Inc. is publishing in two volumes in the spring and fall of 1986. In Dreams, “Evolution, “… I stuck to Jane’s production of the Seth Material for that work, plus a strict chronological account of our personal lives while she delivered it. I made no leaps in time to write about her physical death, for to me that sad event lay too far in the future — over two and a half years — from the time she finished dictating Dreams, “Evolution,” … in February 1982.

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.

[...] And because you are such a good witness, I must admit that I knew you in the past. [...]

[...] In your case, as I have told you, you overcompensate now for past fleshiness by a most unnecessary self-punishing attitude. [...]

[...] Whether or not he and Seth were friends in a past life, they became good friends in this one. [...]

[...] I do not want to hurt Ruburt’s feelings, and I have avoided making this statement thus far, but I have been emotionally more involved with you in past existences [than with Ruburt]. [...]

[...] In some cases, your people have blundered through the apparent curtain between your past and present, and so have others blundered into the apparent division between one plane and another. Usually, they have been invisible to your plane, as the few who fell into the apparent past were invisible to the people of the past.

[...] In your past life [in Boston] you would have known better.

[...] Because of our past alliances, the three of us are closely bound together …

[...] This is a means of acquainting the present personality with its ‘past’ and also of reminding it of its goals, without disturbing the blatant awake ego.

[...] When you or Ruburt wonder if this material comes from your subconscious, you take it for granted that the subconscious is personal, dealing exclusively with matters of your past. [...]

[...] Portions of it deal with camouflage patterns, with the personal past of the present personality, with racial memory. [...]

[...] Rob “knew” that he was seeing the bedroom in which his brother, Dick, had died in a past life in England. [...]

[...] In the past, he has more or less translated this data automatically, without realizing it, into paintings, with no memory of any vision at all. [...]

Then the images dispersed, and for a very brief moment, there seemed to be a gray fog, and through it I seemed to see the town in a still more distant past. [...]

[...] “Sam,” I said again, but he walked briskly past. [...]

Neither should the ego react so violently that it remembers and reacts to past storms in the midst of clear and sunny weather. [...]