“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But it will speak to various portions of the self. In that dream you found the word tub referring to many various meanings, but in many cases you will find various other images, all cunningly connected so that it seems most unfortunate to you that the conscious mind cannot interpret them.

[...] I believe she was wearing a nightgown but am not positive. [...] I saw my parents’ home clearly there on Wilbur Avenue, but I did not go into it. [...]

(Next I was walking up the center aisle of the darkened, crowded movie theatre, still in my pajamas but not at all embarrassed or concerned that others would or could see me. The place was dark of course but I could see well enough. [...]

[...] But as a rule any particular dream, although it originates in a particular level, will nevertheless have meaning on all levels. [...]

[...] It is true that reading and writing have certain advantages over such procedures, but it is also true that knowledge possessed in that old fashion became a part of a man, and a society, in a much more personal, meaningful manner. [...] At its best it did not lead to rote renditions of remembered material, but to dramatic renderings of it through music, poetry, dancing. [...] It is true that, practically speaking, a man’s mind, or a woman’s, could not hold all of the information available now in your world—but much of that information does not deal with basic knowledge about the universe or man’s place within it. It is a kind of secondary information—interesting, but not life-giving.

(Long pause at 10:18.) In a fashion—and forgive me for using one of my favorite qualifications again—but in a fashion, cultures do not evolve in the kind of straightforward manner that is usually supposed. Of course, cultures change, but man instantly began to fashion culture, as for example beavers instantly began to form dams. [...]

[...] The form represented (long pause) the personified, accumulated positive energies that were working to his advantage at that time, that provided him protection, but that also automatically worked to the benefit of his life and projects.

Your work is protected, not only because it is one of your projects, but also because in a fashion it becomes its own kind of entity—a well-intended one that exists in a rather concentrated form, distilled from your own best aspirations. [...]

You think the green house by the river was too much a box—but it was its open air of hospitality that bothered you—the wide windows open to the street. It was a box, but it was open, not shielded from the front.

[...] This also means that greater adaptability is required, but it will be to the good. [...] Both houses have Sumari characteristics, but in different combinations. [...]

[...] They may put up a screen for privacy, but all in all they prefer more or less constant neighborly give-and-take.

[...] You both do need privacy for your work and because of your natures, but if you try to find a home with no dogs or children within miles, then in another way you are doing what Sam Levine is trying to do, only in your own way. [...]

[...] You need not set a time schedule, but at least in your minds gives yourselves freedom. You do not even have to decide that Ruburt is completely recovered—but the very plans for motion will definitely have beneficial effects on his condition and on the shape of your daily life.

[...] But she’s making progress. [...]

[...] Previously this round of projections had been almost automatic—that is, he did not catch himself at it, but accepted the worries as worries, without seeing that the situations might or might not occur.

[...] This required initially some considerable effort, but once he decided upon this a mechanism took over so that for a while he behaved almost automatically in the new manner, as before he had behaved almost automatically in the old way. [...]

[...] But the entire session is important, and each of the suggestions is geared for him.

On one occasion he did almost come very close to the feeling of freedom necessary, but all the suggestions need to be followed, not simply the ones he happens to remember at any given time. [...]

[...] It is very important that when he feels caught in a dilemma—to move because he wants something, or not to move because he thinks it will hurt—that he not prolong the dilemma, but move despite his mood at the time.

[...] I will have something to say regarding the affair you mentioned, but give us a few moments on that.

(As to sensations: First I achieved a partial projection of some kind, and thought I might complete it but didn’t. Strong thrilling sensations, feelings of being swept away. [...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]

[...] But one of these is a 35. [...] If so a female child, but there is no man in that seat. [...]

[...] Jane did receive a letter then from his secretary, but not a definitive one. [...]

(In the 200th session, Seth said Jane’s publisher, Frederick Fell, would be hurt by Jane’s demands for action, but would cover it with a cosmopolitan air. [...]

[...] The knocking woke me up, but I saw them pulling out of the driveway so let them go. Jane and I ate supper with the lights off and the blinds drawn, but by the time she went to work Jane decided to turn on the lights in her writing room, and see them should they return. [...]

She did in fact go to a bookstore, but in so doing she killed two birds with one stone, so to speak, for she found your address in the phone book, but also just happened to run into Miss Dineen—and that was something that only a thorough canvassing of the town might produce.

[...] This can cause some feelings of instability when he is walking—but the body must also try out its positions when he is on his feet. If you concentrate upon the improvements you will see that some sensations that at first appear uncomfortable are not detrimental at all, but a part of the body’s recovery. [...]

[...] Hal told us her name but we forgot to note it down. [...]

[...] Underneath they know there is a communication, but they do not realize they are being painted as such. In one man’s mind he has seen your image however, and there is some telepathic communication operating both ways, but both of you accept the thoughts as your own.

He was jealous of all (underlined) of his sons, not because your mother seemed to prefer them, but because he saw his own energy and life force giving independence in ways he could not control. He knows better now, but he is still left with the dilemma of freeing himself completely, and beginning again.

Some of the Pitre problems that he spoke about a month or so ago have already taken care of themselves, but we will have a session for him. [...]

[...] But there is also a strongly personal interrelationship between the three of us, and this is also important. [...]

[...] Her right leg suddenly started moving sideways also—but only a little comparatively. [...] It didn’t last long, but it’s a start—a very important one with the broken leg.

[...] It’s worth noting, also, that she hasn’t taken any Darvoset in the daytime now for some time—a fact easy to forget but quite important. [...]

[...] But she kept at it. [...]

[...] I tried to move her right foot down a bit, to make her more comfortable, but it wouldn’t go. [...]

(The day wasn’t bad — 25 degrees as I headed for room 330 — but a snowstorm was predicted for the afternoon. [...]

[...] I asked Jane why she hadn’t at once asked Shawn to save it, but when she remembered to some ten minutes later, it was too late; Shawn had cleaned up the mess and thrown it all out. [...]

[...] I didn’t feel like talking, but we had a good visit after we loosened up a little. [...]

(I worked with mail, but didn’t feel like it, really. [...]

Now I want each of you to examine the feeling, hold the feeling while you listen to me but remember to hold the feeling for they are the connections, these feelings, with parallel selves. [...] Do not let my voice take you away from the feeling, but connect you with the feeling. [...]

What we did tonight is just a starter and (words missed due to noise) bugging you to do this, but try and do this in your dreams. [...] And, of course, get all the way back, but I know that’s what he was going to say. [...]

[...] Go out, completely and fully, or if you are pussyfooting, then send your imaginative self out but go. [...]

[...] If you find corridors opening from the path, go down them or not as you feel suited but hold to the feeling that you have. [...]

[...] Nevertheless I cannot help but grow annoyed when I am literally besieged with the protests meant to insist upon his sanity, the point being that if he is sane, then I must be some nefarious seven-eyed monster. [...] But our Ruburt, who has never cared for the opinion of his fellow men, now rises up in great worry. [...]

[...] For much of this on Ruburt’s part is indeed pretense—not conscious pretense, but pretense. He knows full well not only the importance of the sessions, personally, but he knows the far-reaching consequences of these sessions, and he is indeed quite able to deal with the consequences.

[...] Jane’s eyes were open, but much darker and more luminous than usual. [...]

(Her eyes remained closed this time, but she was very active in her delivery, using many voice effects and gestures—the most active, I think, since she began to deliver material while sitting down and with her eyes closed. [...]

I was going to suggest if I may be so bold another innovation, but you have already adopted or returned to it. [...] I see no harm in sleeping until 8:00 the morning after a session, but a balance of schedule is important, and you can see that I wish to relate you to yourself and your work, and not to turn all your energies toward myself.

There is also a corresponding, but lesser, self-consciousness that connects your present personalities with the dream world, which is aware of its origin and communicates data from you to it. Again you are no more aware of your dream creations, and no less aware than your entity is of you, but in the last analysis you are aware and connected with your entity through this self-conscious part of you that faces another plane.

[...] For one thing I am an extremely sensitive but disciplined, and sensible if somewhat irascible, gentleman, if you will forgive the term. [...]

[...] Certain personalities could, and have, fallen prey here, but with you, with Ruburt, this is not the case.

In all likelihood our sessions in this house are drawing to a close, but the house itself will be healthier for future inhabitants than it was before you came.

[...] Daily use of those particular back exercises, with their mental discipline, will further aid in his development, until he will find indeed that he can not only relax at will, but even when he does not have time to will relaxation, that is, relaxation will be the built-in conditioned reflex that panic used to be.

[...] You were indeed busy that evening, but this was not the reason for Ruburt’s refusal.

[...] He may be superior in many ways, but certainly not in all respects, and his disdainful reactions would naturally affect the poor new director. [...]

It is the world in which you now will live, and if you will not face their problems, if you cannot solve their dilemma, it will be not their fault but your own. [...] But the young helpless ones mature, and they grow and they become parents. They become adults, but what about their world?

All of you have but one responsibility, and that responsibility is to the self. Not necessarily to the self as you know it but to the whole self. [...]

And yet a portion of you knows the answer, and a portion of you knows who you are, and the memories of your previous lives are not in your genes or in your chromosomes, but in the psychic reality that forms the genes and the chromosomes. [...] The physical mechanism has chromosomes indeed, but the physical chromosomes have a psychic counterpart, and the psychic counterpart is the original; and within you is the codified information containing all your past lives and all your knowledge, and it is hidden so deep within you that the subconscious as you know it does not realize the truth, for the subconscious as you know it is, indeed, a very shallow affair containing only those hidden memories from this life.

But beyond this life, and before this life, and forming this life, there are identities and there are realities and these are not dead. [...] It is a psychic reality but it exists electromagnetically. [...]

Your intellect operates beautifully in the notes and appendixes of “Unknown,” but instead of rejoicing in it, you wonder if your notes lack the very kind of emotionalism that would make that particular kind of clear intellectual objectivity most difficult. When you are writing you are pleased, finally at least, with the working of your mind—but angry that you are not painting. When you are painting you feel guilty not only because the painting does not bring in money—by now not that much of a concern, only a nagging accusation—but there also you haggle at your intellect. You wish for the intensified emotional preoccupation that would close your mind to all else but painting.

[...] Our original understanding was that the eye condition would pass rather quickly once Jane began to loosen up—but now it appears to be another fixed state in the general scheme of our lives. [...] We planned for a session last night but it didn’t develop.

[...] I added that I wasn’t trying to shift blame outside of ourselves—but still, why the extreme reactions we felt? [...]

[...] For one thing, men who perform seemingly evil acts but who believe those acts to be right and justified, can be carried along in relative safety for some time before their errors catch up with them, because the power of their own self-approval is so strong.

[...] They are beneath him, such fears, but unvoiced they become impediments. [...] He is spontaneously critical, but critically spontaneous.

[...] He trusted most of my material, but he could not entirely trust me because I was part of the trip.

The symptoms then have operated as controls, a framework in which spontaneity was allowed—but allowed only so far. [...]

[...] I could have helped him further, but I was part of the picture.

[...] But in my own life, I can’t find it. [...] “But if someone else told me things about myself that no one could know. [...]

“But if you wrote down each such instance and kept track, you might find that there were too many to assign to coincidence, or discover that coincidence couldn’t apply to some at all,” I said. [...] You can’t prove that coincidence is or isn’t responsible for such things, but you could consider the unofficial hypothesis as a possibility. [...]

“That’s why we don’t bother with effects that can be duplicated,” Seth suddenly said, “but with this performance and our books, which cannot be duplicated. [...]

[...] Smiling, hearty, Seth talked about magic and cause and effect, but at the same time he demonstrated a magic that is beyond the clever manipulation of appearances. [...]

(Andrew Fife said Blue Cross wouldn’t want the publicity of a suit in a case like ours, but I said they must go through this all the time. [...] My news upon returning to 330 didn’t help Jane any, but I thought she was taking it very well, everything considered. [...]

[...] The girl said something about Jane and “skilled nursing care,” but I didn’t really understand her, and let that go. [...]

(I’d debated with myself about not telling Jane the insurance news until I had a chance to ask Seth about it while she was in trance, but soon decided that wouldn’t be fair. [...]

[...] Andrew was out but the girl would have him call back. [...]

[...] You have been given but glimpses of what I am trying to explain to you but what I will explain will make your own reality as you know it more meaningful and will give a logical and intuitive basis to it, which is lacking. [...]

[...] My material, you must admit, is rather heavy and can become ponderous at times, but you will understand yourselves far better and the world in which you live, and the tulips, if you study the material. [...] I hope peacefully for this evening—I go reluctantly, but I do not leave quietly. [...]

[...] He has a session tomorrow evening and he had a session last night, but he does not bother me over much. [...]

[...] I am sorry that I do not move tables as well as AA, but were I interested in moving tables, I can assure that this one would fly through the window and end out in the middle of Water Street! [...]