“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Pause.) The schools of “positive thinking” try to remedy the situation, but often do more harm than good because they attempt to force beliefs upon you that you would like to hold, but do not in your present state of confusion.

[...] I just got the next sentence,” she laughed, but my writing hand was lame so I asked her to wait. “It’s funny,” she added, “but part of me is already into the session while the rest is still here on break….” [...]

The animal’s behavior pattern is more limited than your own, in a way freer and more automatically expressed, but narrower in that the events an animal encounters are not as extensive as your own. [...] It is not a matter of rising above your nature, but of evolving from the full understanding of it. [...]

[...] But first you must divest yourselves of the idea that your creaturehood is suspect. Your humanness did not emerge by refusing your animal heritage, but upon an extension of what it is.

[...] I also believe that I had received the injection, and that it was supposed to take effect hours ago, but hadn’t done so. [...] I thought of Jane but did not see her, and still felt this sadness and concern much more than any fear. [...]

[...] I had thought of next Monday’s session as being soon enough at first, but by now the dreams were on my mind enough so that we thought of an unscheduled session. [...]

[...] I then looked over the edge of the roof, and to my great agitation I saw that Dick had not only fallen off the roof and hit the ground hard, but that now he had slipped over the edge of a steep cliff beside the porch, and was saving himself only by grasping a skinny little shrub that was in the process of loosening in the frozen ground. [...]

[...] She was fully grown, dressed as though in the summertime; someone else was on the swing with her, but I do not know who. [...]

[...] I try to straddle your definitions—but flowers, for example, in a fashion see themselves as their own artistic creations. [...] But nature seeks to outdo itself in terms that are most basically artistic, even while those terms may also include quite utilitarian purposes. [...] In a sense, painting is man’s natural attempt to create an original but coherent, mental yet physical interpretation of his own reality—and by extension to create a new version of reality for his species.”

[...] She told me bits of the material at times, but I didn’t retain them. [She also relayed to me Seth’s comments about an article on bird migration that I read to her while we were having lunch, but I lost those too.] Jane called me early for the session—at 8:20, while I was still busy with Mass Events. [...]

[...] It is not just that all species of life have feeling, but that all participate in dimensions of emotional reality. [...] But those “arts and sciences” are not based upon reasoning, as you understand it.

[...] You are surrounded everywhere by other kinds of consciousness whose validity you have largely ignored, whose psychic brotherhood you have dismissed—kinds of consciousness in the animal kingdom particularly, that deal with a different kind of knowing, but who share with you the reality of keen emotional experience, and who are innately aware of biological and psychic values, but in ways that have escaped your prejudiced examination.

A discrimination, preferably a spontaneous and subconscious discrimination, is necessary, but it may be consciously diverted if undue conscious direction is not allowed to rule with a heavy hand. You may consciously give the suggestion to yourself, that you will constructively use such energy, for example, but then the matter should be forgotten and left alone.

[...] But he is learning to open up more in these tests, to let more information through. [...] A variety of impressions may be received, many valid, but not closely connected enough for your purposes. [...]

(It was a very hot and humid night but we held the session in our small back room. [...]

[...] Our first impulse was not to acknowledge the sound, but since it was unusual we did so. [...]

[...] I didn’t want to call them, but had no choice. [...] Whoever I talked to had evidently been questioned by someone also looking for us—if not Fred himself —but his description of the person, as being older and with white hair, didn’t match Fred’s appearance at all, so I didn’t press the point. (Later I wished I had.) But I hadn’t explained much of the situation when my caller said, “We’ll have someone up there right away.” [...]

“But—” The situation he presented was so extreme that I was at a loss for words. [...] “But what are you going to do?”

[...] I kept wondering if he had some money and change (at least) stowed in one of the suitcases, but he swore—Seth swore for him—that he did not, and finally I believed him. [...] I wanted to also, but hesitated. [...]

[...] I know it’s easy to feel bad about what appears to be someone else’s dilemma, but at the same time they live in the reality they’ve created and have their own kinds of protection. [...] At no time did I feel fear, but at the same time I didn’t want him in the house, where problems might develop getting him out.... [...]

Now that is enough for this evening, but highly important. [...] But the same applies for any other material you want from me.

I am pulling an Oversoul Seven on you, but I am gong to give you an idea for a painting, in the next three days, waking or sleeping—I will not tell you which—but I want you to be playfully alert to it. [...]

Now I told you that when issues are brought out into the open, there are certain conscious stresses and strains that earlier were not apparent, but hidden. [...]

[...] But in barely a week he has been forced to face that morning situation, to question it as he really did not before.

[...] Acting upon impulse while we were in the store, I bought one of those watches that gives not only the time of day but the day of the month. [...]

[...] Your ideas of good and evil affect not only your behavior with others, but your activity in a community and in the world at large.

[...] Your foundation is shaky indeed, but at least you fit within it for the moment. [...]

[...] But you will not find them quite as liberal if you understand that they are as prejudiced in one direction as the first group is in another.

[...] “But in spite of everything, over all those years I never felt sick until I went into the hospital,” she wailed. [...] But four of those operations? [...] But what about my wife’s elbows, and her fingers? [...] But it could well be argued that Jane needed to be able to write with a pen or pencil, to express her basic creativity in that particular elementary fashion, even more than she needed to walk. [...]

[...] True, the amount of money required for such surgical possibilities was staggering, but insurance of one kind or another could be found to carry the cost. (We didn’t have nearly enough money, but could qualify for adequate insurance by fulfilling the terms of an 11-month waiting period.) But regardless of cost, one orthopedist saw me staying right in the hospital—now that I was there—until the entire procedure was finished. [...]

[...] When they spoke to Rob and me I tried to listen, but my hearing was still so poor that it was nearly impossible to make out one full sentence at a time. [...] But one doctor soberly told me that I’d never walk again, or even put my weight upon my feet again, unless I underwent a series of joint-replacement operations—if, he cautioned, I proved to be a “proper candidate.”

[...] But I was horrified to think that my dear wife might become involved in a similar reality, with or without my unwitting compliance. I knew that she was far from making any decisions about surgery, but I recoiled from pushing any such suggestions upon her, no matter how fine it would be to see her on her feet. [...]

(I had felt just as sleepy as before, but had managed to keep writing, although I had a strong urge to merely lay down and sleep. [...] If anything I felt a little less tired now, but with my eyes closed tried not to “try” for any effect too hard, less I block it by conscious effort.

(Every so often I deliberately opened my eyes to check on Jane, but she sat quite still. [...] Finally, very briefly but rather clearly, I visioned internally the hanging sculpture sketched below. [...]

Ruburt should read more in his Maltz book, definitely, and concentrate on achieving relaxation, not only in periods set aside, but in his normal daily hours at work or whatever.

He did very well with his class, not only by holding our session (see the last session, Jane’s first without my presence), but by releasing and vocalizing his deep inner convictions. [...]

[...] Chlorophyll is green but more than color. [...] I hope to make it much clearer to you, but it involves part of a larger concept and as yet you do not have the necessary background.

[...] The walls are not there as such, but you had better act as if they were or suffer a possible broken neck. I must still respect many like frameworks in my own plane, but my understanding of them renders them less opaque—and that is a poor word—all the time.

[...] But we did not ask any opening questions. [...]

[...] The buildings you saw were not pyramids but the ruins of monasteries in the distance.

[...] But I ended up with the cold chills, and for the next week was in often severe pain in the joints and muscles. We’d seen recent notices on TV of a local bug going around, but I didn’t know if that was involved or not. [...] I always managed to “go,” but it often took a while, and was very uncomfortable.

[...] But I was determined that he understand our feelings—or mine, at least, in no uncertain terms, for as we talked I could feel him start using words to paper over our upset about foreign rights; I felt that his tactics would only make it possible for the whole thing to happen again with succeeding books, and that I was going to short-circuit at once. [...] Jane said I wasn’t, of course—but of course I was.

[...] My strength was coming back by now, but yet I was too down or disgusted with myself to accent help: that may be the most honest way to put it. [...]

[...] As I’ve said to Jane more than once, “I wonder what we ought to know that Tam hasn’t told us”—meaning of course that every time a hassle develops with Prentice-Hall we find out a new batch of information that Tam has known all along but never relayed to us. [...]

Basic reality is not uncontrolled, savage, undisciplined or chaotic, but if you were suddenly confronted with it at your present state of development you would be like a straw in a hurricane. But because of your weakness, the various levels of existence merely prepare you and equip you for the experience of true reality, of which you have but a glimmering.

(By 8:50 Jane said, “I sort of feel Seth around, but I don’t know what he’s going to talk about.” [...] At 8:58 she had received Seth’s greeting; but she held him off until 9 PM.

You do experience time, but not time as it is bound by your camouflage patterns. [...] If you will remember again our imaginary experience through the inner senses as we looked down at the street, you will remember that I spoke of sensing not only the present essence of the living consciousnesses within a certain scope, but I also mentioned sensing their past and futures.

(In the beginning her voice was a little strong but not deep; her eyes were dark as usual and her pace rather slow and steady. [...]

(4:55 p.m. “I should tell you,” Jane said as I lit a smoke for her, “but as soon as that program was over, I knew he was going to mention the Abominable Snowman. But I thought it would be maybe a few lines — I didn’t expect that much.” [...] The TV show had ended at 3:00 p.m. Jane also said she “saw,” or remembered, what the insect trap looked like, but she couldn’t make a drawing of it. She said she didn’t want to mislead me, but that the traps reminded her of spider webs, the way the insects became trapped in them.

[...] There are indeed two different kinds of upward-walking mammals, much like your own species, but much larger, and with infinitely keener senses. [...]

These creatures do indeed remember, but their remembering operates extremely rapidly — a kind of almost instantaneous deduction that comes as sense data is interpreted. [...]

[...] They rarely congregate in large groups, but do have a family and tribal-like organization, with at the very most twelve adults in any given area. [...]

An identity can appear, be perceived in more than one place, but in such a case there is but one identity being viewed from many perspectives.

[...] Since A obviously may still have the original thought, then B has not the identical thought; not an exact duplicate, but instead a similar but still unidentical thought.

[...] The variations may indeed be slight, but the variations are always present. [...]

[...] But no such identical duplication is possible, as far as I know, within reality of any kind.

He is aware of this, but you are real to him in all of your Robert Butts time periods. [...] He realizes this about himself but he has not taken it into consideration in his calculations.

[...] Anything but projecting them into the future. [...] But remind him of gains. [...]

[...] Certain incidents, trivial in themselves, will at times carry a tremendous charge, not necessarily because he is repressing thoughts about the particular incident, but because the incident recalls unresolved past issues that he has psychically associated with it.

He pulls out part of the thorn but not all of it, working with the pendulum, in some cases. [...]

The two-sex division was adopted, separating and balancing these most necessary but seemingly opposing tendencies. [...] The anima and the animus, therefore, are embedded deeply with their necessary complementary but apparently opposed tendencies, and they are highly important in maintaining the very nature of your human consciousness.

[...] These experiences will, therefore, be reflected not only in the dream state, but in other layers of activity.

[...] Often past-life memories come to the surface but are not recognized as such, since they appear in fantasy form, or are projected into art creations.

[...] Beneath all this, the anima and the animus work together, again not opposites but blending characteristics. [...]

[...] Her temperature has varied, but has generally been okay. Yesterday afternoon it had been 100, but after supper it was down to 98.7. This morning it was a bit lower. [...] But her cheeks are swollen and somewhat blotchy, which Jeff had noticed this morning. [...]

[...] But what? [...] I felt I was onto something here, but wasn’t quite sure what — something close to the more basic human condition that is little understood. [...]

The condition itself is an unfortunate aspect of the hospital environment, but you leapt to the conclusion that the very worst was involved. Ruburt did fall prey, in your terms, (underlined twice), to a flu-like condition — but the additional fear added immeasurably, prolonging the situation.

[...] Jeff doesn’t suggest antibiotics at this time, but told me that the ulcers on Jane’s right knee and left hand won’t heal themselves, and that the new swelling on the top of her right shoulder may turn into another such area. [...]

[...] This refers to dollars, but interest will be added to it. This amount plus interest, I believe, will represent an initial amount due, but will not represent the full amount due.

I do not seem to see a courtroom situation however, but a settling up, or an agreement to settle up. [...] Perhaps a penalty paid, but with no confinement. [...]

[...] But after this Jane kept veering toward the letter. I thought someone studious referred to myself, but again there was not sufficient elaboration.

[...] Not only so far as you and Ruburt are concerned, but as far as those others involved. [...] Not only for you but for your neighbors.

[...] They satisfy a portion of yourself that can say, “I have been to a sensitivity session and I have seen and felt and touched and I have learned, to some extent, to look within myself,” but you are very careful of where you look. [...] You know that I will verbalize them for you, but you do not need any verbalization, and when you are finished dillydallying about then I expect you to come back to class on a regular basis and to get to work. [...]

[...] Our friend over here deliberates, which is also good, but he does not deliberate in a dry manner, but creatively. [...]

[...] They are not buried in the subconscious now, they are just beneath your stream of consciousness but readily available as your interesting, but brief, monologue this evening made clear. [...]

[...] Say, “I feel this way and I must express it at this time or be honest, but he has his protection from my feelings. [...] But if you ignore the feeling or pretend that it does not exist, then it is repressed within you and it draws to it all those other repressed violences; minute, insignificant details, seemingly, that gain charge until they fill you and must be expressed. [...]

You perceive, however, but a very small portion of these images which you have yourselves created. You simply cannot bring them back into the limited perspectives of your own present field, and are left with but glimpses and flimsy glimmerings of images which are actually as actual, vivid, and more mobile than those in the physical field.

[...] Within your own universe you deal with the transformation of action into physical manipulations, but this involves but a small portion of the nature of action, and it is my purpose to familiarize you with action as it exists more or less in its pure form.

[...] But at the imaginary point on your line that represents any given moment, action moves out in all directions. [...] But this happens at the point of every moment.

[...] In the dream universe, in all systems of such nature, development is achieved not by traveling your single line, but by delving into that point that you call a moment. [...] You experience action as one happening after another, not because of the nature of action itself but because of the nature of your own structure and perception.