“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In those terms I have my own proofs of survival, just as Jane had — and as she still does. We always had far too many questions about such matters to be satisfied with the very restrictive “answers” that our religious and secular establishments offer. I cannot believe that in matters of life and death my psyche would be so foolish as to indulge in wish fulfillment, relaying to me only those ideas it “thinks” I want to consciously know. Each time I may feel my own ignorance about even our own physical reality, let alone other realities, I fall back upon my own feelings and beliefs. I have nowhere else to turn, really, nor did Jane. As Seth told us in a number of ways (and to some extent I’m certainly paraphrasing him here), “Never accept a theory that contradicts your own experience.” Jane and I found much better answers for ourselves, even if they were — and are — only approximations of more basic, and perhaps even incomprehensible, truths. My unimpeded, creative psyche intuitively knows that positive answers to its questions exist, that otherwise it wouldn’t bother to ask those questions within nature’s marvelous framework, that nature is alive and, as best we can sensually conceive of it, eternal. My psyche knows that it makes no sense within nature’s context for the human personality to be obliterated upon physical death.

My hospital adventure is still symbolic and literal to me in the most intimate of terms. It’s made me think often about the tremendous variety of reassurances the “dead” can choose to offer the “living.” A number of Jane’s readers have sent me communications they claim to have received for me from Jane in her after-death state. I’m making a collection of these for study. In the midst of my sorrowing for my wife, how did I — and how do I — know which of the communications are really from her? Or whether any portions of some of the messages may be? I soon learned that in each case I had to rely upon my own sensual and psychic equipment to intuitively know what to believe, or to be moved by, sometimes to the point of tears. Obviously, I can judge my feelings about what’s right and not right in my own experiences with a discarnate Jane much more easily than I can gauge the outside of someone else’s communication. But since I believe the Seth Material is valid, it would be very arrogant of me to think that none of Jane’s readers except me had legitimately tuned into her where she is now or perhaps touched upon her world view.

Valerie’s material raises as many questions as it gives answers for, of course. Are her messages really from Jane, or is she “only” telepathically picking up from me what I want to hear, and flashing it back to me from her trance states — as communications from Jane? An unbelieving scientist would say that Valerie is hardly in touch with a discarnate Jane, since science doesn’t accept survival of death. Nor would the idea of reaching Jane’s world view be considered, or telepathy from me, for both of those concepts are scientifically unacceptable. The most parsimonious view — the simplest, stingiest one — would be that through studying the Seth Material Valerie subconsciously divines the replies I want from my dead wife, and in all subjective innocence comes through with her trance messages for me, to fit my own stubborn belief in Jane’s survival.

This was to be the first time Seth really spoke to anyone else. [...]

[...] Had Seth really read Mark’s mind, or had Mark just wanted that to happen and convinced himself that it had? [...]

[...] And that made me question if I was really far more disturbed than I think I was because you didn’t help with Miss Cunningham the other night. [...]

[...] But if it’s true, then we’re really involved in something with fantastic potential … highly unique in a way … and that sounds too egotistical. [...]

[...] The description of her death really struck me. It was so stark and undramatic that it really rang a bell. [...]

[...] “He really has your interest.”

[...] I can even feel reverberations beneath everyday activities, like clues that I only sense but still can’t really perceive. [...]

I was really quite tired, yet after the session, I was astonished to discover that Seth had dictated an excellent exposition on the physical senses and had begun a description of the inner ones. [...]

[...] And behind all these questions there was the big one: Was Seth really a personality who had survived death? And would I really ever know?

[...] Was their consciousness born anew, and was it really something quite independent of the images they wore?

Now I was really frightened. [...]

[...] I was ready now to really use the inner senses. [...]

Then, just as Rob was about to ask how we could really perceive the inner realities, Seth began to discuss the second inner sense, giving us a valuable tool for our subjective dissections. [...] Rob was really impatient to get the session typed up so that he could study the material and put it to use.

[...] Words really come to life as he speaks them.)

[...] Not really a rock, but you get the idea. [...]

[...] Yet even though you admit these things, you do not really believe them.

[...] Seth didn’t really announce himself until we had worked with the Ouija board four times. [...]

It was the first time Miss Cunningham and I had really talked together in some time, and I was shocked by the change in her. [...]

[...] Not really there like I’m in this room now … but … partially floating. [...]

[...] He was really laughing now, and I sulked. [...]

[...] “I mean, suppose that’s really what I think, subconsciously — the idea that your ego is too rigid at times and closes you off. [...]

[...] Not really.” [...]

[...] He began to go into the inner senses more thoroughly and Rob really pricked up his ears, hoping that Seth would mention his three recent experiences. [...]

[...] Rob really had a great time, though, for the twenty-fifth session he didn’t have to take notes while we tried out the recorder. [...]

[...] I did not really feel like taking fifteen to twenty pages of dictation from Seth; I was concerned lest I miss some of the material.

[...] I thought sardonically, “A guest from another layer of reality is one thing, but do you really want your friends to meet him?” Finally my nervousness was so apparent that Rob asked me what was wrong. [...]

[...] Really, Ruburt, I’m surprised at you. [...]

[...] I can dissociate myself [from her], but the effort involved is really not worth it. [...]

“I really felt that someone else was here, that Seth was looking out the window,” Rob said, when the session was over. [...]