“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He could see and hear me as Seth and I couldn’t. Now during break I questioned him again. I hated to have to depend on someone else to tell me what was going on, but I had learned one thing: I couldn’t be Jane and Seth at once. For Seth to come through I had to stop such mental quibbling—at least temporarily.

[...] Our experiments in what Seth calls “Psychological Time” helped us develop our own psychic abilities. The quality and scope of the Seth Material constantly grew, and we were to make some contacts with others in the field of parapsychology. We were shortly to discover that Seth was indeed clairvoyant, and that my own training as a medium had only begun.

Later elaborations on the above statement gave us a pretty fair idea of what inner processes go on so that Seth and I can make contact. [...] At this point I’d been speaking as Seth for about forty minutes, and he recommended a rest period, saying: “Sometime between now and twenty-five years of laying your doubts at rest, I would like to go into some other matters that I have been trying to tackle for several sessions. [...]

The session lasted until 11:30 P.M. Rob was reassured by Seth’s statements about my ability to handle dissociation, and by his responsible attitude. [...] “Of course, Seth said that everything was okay,” I said. [...]

For a while I think I spent half the time trying to psychoanalyze Seth and the other half trying to analyze myself. [...] Even so, Seth said that my strong ego was an asset to our work when I didn’t overdo it, since it kept my whole personality on an even keel and allowed me the psychological strength to handle and develop my abilities.

In early spring Rob came down with several annoying gumboils and one night he asked Seth how he might get rid of them. Seth immediately launched into a rather hilarious discussion of the unsanitary aspects of a refrigerator in the bathroom. [...]

[...] Seth suggested we purchase a particular house. [...] Seth might very well be right, we thought—and we might be happier if we bought the house—but we just weren’t willing to take the chance.

About a year and a half ago, Seth suggested that I leave my job at the art gallery and give psychic classes. [...] Seth was correct: I’ve enjoyed the classes, learned a great deal from them, and enlarged my own abilities as a result, in ways I didn’t know were possible.

Finally, Rob asked Seth if he knew what was wrong. The reply was that Willie’s very acute senses picked up Seth’s presence just before session time. [...]

[...] Seth devoted several long sessions to an analysis of Rob’s condition and explained the reasons for the symptoms. [...] Much later, when I finally consented to sit down during sessions, it would be my favorite “Seth” chair.