“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I planned to ask Seth about photographic evidence of such an event, following break, but did not get the chance to.

[...] In the 170th she also spoke for several hours and had time to build up to it; I would estimate she spoke for less than half an hour before break this evening, and but a very few minutes after resuming.

(Friday afternoon Jane had not been feeling particularly well, but did not tell me. [...]

[...] But it is not easy to maintain the unflagging attention of a group of people on a weekend night, especially when they gather to eat and drink.

(No session was held yesterday, December 31, but here is a summary of the day’s events.

[...] I said what I thought in a mild way, but I could tell that often they didn’t really understand what I was saying—though at times Betts surprised me a little by agreeing with me. [...]

[...] My idea had been that the cans—getting to them, digging them out—had represented my searching for negative beliefs so I could dispose of them —but Jane said the idea of nourishment was involved. [...]

(She remembered to tell me that she’d had muscle spasms in her left leg last night, and that she got very irritated over it, but that they didn’t last long after she took her Darvoset. [...]

[...] (Pause.) On the surface level, such methods appear sometimes regrettable but necessary, but the deeper implications far outdo any temporary benefits, for through such methods men lose sight of life’s sacredness, and begin to treat it contemptuously.

(9:54.) While you believed in competition, then competition became not only a reality but an ideal. [...] I am not speaking of any playful competition, obviously, but of a determined, rigorous, desperate, sometimes almost deadly competition, in which a person’s value is determined according to the number of individuals he or she has shunted aside.

[...] Any unfortunate situations in the fields of medicine, science, or religion result not from any determined effort to sabotage the “idea,” but instead happen because men often believe that any means is justified in the pursuit of the ideal.

[...] But that also [became] bound up with Darwinian ideas of the survival of the fittest, and with the belief, then, that each individual must seek his or her own good at the expense of others, and by the quite erroneous conception that all of the members of a given species are in competition with each other, and that each species is in further competition with each other species.

[...] The most important thing at this point is for him to keep in as good spirits as possible—not by being Pollyannaish, but by recognizing the reality of his improvements, and by not overstressing those areas in which improvements have not yet appeared. Distractions are good, but you must use them. [...]

He is not a creative writer, but a work-a-day one, whose creativity then seeks release. [...] As a journalist he can say “Yes, these things happen, but they did not happen to me,” and therefore gain what he thinks of as critical distance.

[...] The events that you recognize as happening now are simply specific and objective, but the most minute element in any given moment’s experience is also symbolic of other events and other times.

[...] In Ruburt’s case it actually reassures the past self of any doubts or fears—doubts and fears that are also reflected, but that it has already chosen a framework or a given frame of existence that emphasizes certain kinds of experience over others. [...]

[...] Went to my study, got chapter headings and outline, more or less, but I don’t know yet how to get the rest of it; I feel almost that it’s a Seth book, that I need him to bring it in. But Seth’s doing a book! I know this new book has application to me most practically, too, giving methods of breaking out of my own patterns.² Could feel the bulk and immediacy of the book, but also frustrated that what I’ve got down is so little and sketchy — WHEN IT’S ALREADY HERE. [...] Rob wondered if it’s part of “Unknown” Reality, but I don’t think so.”

[...] “I wrote down what I could snatch from the whole book,” she said, “but I knew that what I got was nothing compared to what was there. [...] While I was in the altered state, I sensed not only the physical bulk of the book, but the actual contents within it. [...]

[...] She added that her experience in “getting it” was related not only to her ability to sense that sometimes more than one stream of material was available from Seth, but to the way that she herself had tuned into the information on neurological speeds late last month. [...]

[...] She’d written the dreams down, as usual, while wondering about their significance without being able to explain them: “But this material doesn’t go into Adventures,” she noted after one of the dreams, since she’d thought of that possibility first.

[...] Jane ate well Saturday, and did but a few mild motions with her left foot, head and shoulders, and arms. [...]

[...] But when she tried to picture herself doing the same things at 1730 Pinnacle, she didn’t do nearly as well. [...]

[...] but....” [...]

(We searched through If We Live Again, looking for a certain poem she’d written in January 1980, in connection with a session I’m typing for Dreams, but when we found the poem it was not the one we wanted. [...]

[...] There is a need in him for excitement, but because of the maturity of the personality, the excitement now must in some manner be purposeful.

[...] The ESP book brought this out; that is, did not cause the resentment—the resentment was there—but allowed the resentment release. [...]

[...] He was angry at Fell for rather obvious reasons, but the reasons involved his work, which touched upon his energy, and this caused then the unfortunate comparison between Fell and Ruburt’s father. [...]

This has nothing to do with time, but with the intensity of any suggestion, and any countering suggestions. [...]

(I’m sure my improved attitude resulted from the last two sessions—plus other recent ones—but I have resolved anew that I must simply concentrate upon my creative work each day, see Jane and help her as much as I can, and spare my body consciousness the needless stress of worrying about the future. [...] This doesn’t mean that I make believe we have no challenges, but that I for one refuse to dwell upon them, so as to not draw forth unwanted probabilities. [...]

[...] Jane tried to turn over herself, but couldn’t quite make it. She’s tried to do so for me several times, without success so far, but has succeeded a few times in the mornings. [...]

I may or may not return, again according to those rhythms of which I speak, but I am present and approachable. [...]

(Jane said that maybe Seth would return later and talk about the dream, but this didn’t happen. [...]

[...] He believed he could not only develop his abilities and bring them to fruition, but also help others.

[...] This was accepted originally in this life, but also for other reasons from the past, from his mother.

[...] He could go ahead but he must go slowly, with caution and safeguards to make sure the abilities were (underlined) fulfilled, not misused, because he did not trust himself.

[...] The belief that the self must be kept in reins—a trust in the spontaneous self directed toward work, but a distrust of the spontaneous self when it is not so directed.

[...] I do not know who he is, but think that I must have known him sometime in the past. [...] I think of looking at the other apartments now, before the dream is over, but realize that if I do I run the chance of forgetting this part of the dream, and I want to write it down.

(Since Seth gave us the material on therapeutic dreams last Wednesday, I began suggesting that I would experience one, as I was in a bad mood generally speaking and had been for a week; also I felt poorly with aches and pains etc.; nothing serious but annoying.

[...] Since I never take naps in the morning I tried to continue working but finally gave up, and went to bed. [...]

[...] But the voices kept on. [...]

It is unfortunately often — but not always — true that individuals who carry strong religious feeling are often bothered more than usual by poor health and personal dilemmas. The fact is that religions have been the carriers of some of the best ideas that man has entertained — but it has also held most stubbornly to the most troublesome concepts that have plagued mankind.

[...] All at once I knew I’d be able to eat breakfast — maybe not in comfort, but at least eat. [...]

[...] Obviously I am speaking here of scientific dogma, but such dogma is far more religious than scientific, for it also expects to be believed without proof, on faith alone.

[...] Donna came in to take Jane’s temp: 98.8. I didn’t tell Jane, but a couple of times I’d actually fallen asleep for very brief periods while Seth spoke — something I’d never done before. [...]

[...] No idea how or why, but a large multitude of people including myself have come to the ocean shore. [...] Another person says something I’ve forgotten to the idea that… the ocean water or sky, … were dangerous or maybe that it was lightening, but I dismiss this, stand in the bathtub and the water is great, hot and soapy. [...] The poem isn’t very good but I feel indulgent because his intentions are good....

[...] Not on the list, but bought by Jane Tuesday were four transistor radio batteries. I had forgotten them but she remembered. [...]

(The 78th envelope object was a shopping list I had written out earlier today for Jane, but which Jane did not see. [...]

[...] But the very word is brings forth a multiplicity of existences. [...]

[...] There is every reason to explore inner reality, but this exploration should lead you to understand the nature of physical reality also. [...]

[...] She felt you aloof and disapproving of the waste of energy, watching but not swept along as the other males were. A part of you enjoying the performance but a part, Nebene, critically wondering about the undisciplined use of such energy.

[...] He is the epitome of Ruburt’s spontaneous self, frivolous in a way of speaking but very definitely, quite of itself, filled with purpose but free-wheeling.

He felt much time wasted, but held off, seeing if an absence from sessions would help his health. [...] Ruburt knew this but would no longer give sessions because he felt forced to.

[...] He was a mystic, but a mystic given to great discipline, denial, restraint. [...]

[...] “I know it’s silly, but I feel a lot better. [...] And so, like Seth Speaks, this is really two books in one: It’s not only about the nature of personal reality, but the circumstances surrounding Jane’s production of the material and the many ideas she has concerning it.

[...] The Chemung River passes less than a block from our apartment house on its way through the center of the city, but since we lived on the second floor we thought we’d be secure. [...]

[...] We sipped wine and used light self-hypnosis to take the edge off our tension, but as we watched the water crawl up the side of the old red-brick house next door, our new reality threatened to turn into a terrifying one indeed. [...]

[...] “It’s hard to be calm when you’re really scared,” she said, but began to compose herself. [...]

[...] There was quite a bit more to the session but I didn’t think my memory of it was clear enough for accurate notes.)

[...] The suggestion is quite a conscious one, however (emphatically), given by yourself and carried out not symbolically but most practically, most literally. [...]

[...] Now this is not a history book so I will not go into the reasons behind this idea, but will merely mention that it was an overreaction, in your terms at least, to previous religious concepts.

[...] Boy … I didn’t have the slightest idea of what he was going to talk about tonight, but then I saw that he had one whole block of stuff to get through before he gave us any break….”

[...] “I feel him — Seth — around now,” she said, “but it’s like last time: I’m getting stuff, but I’m waiting until it’s clear … I don’t really feel looped, but the center of focus I always use in the sessions seems strange. [...]

[...] But that part may be resting there, too. [...] I suggested that the rest of the session be devoted to Jane herself, but Seth had other ideas. [...]

[...] “Funny — not that we’re going to come up with new words, but some new ideas. [...]

It is aware energy, identified within itself as itself, not “personified” but awareized. [...]

But as you will see, we form our physical reality not only now and after death, but through at least several lifetimes, as we learn to translate energy and idea into experience. We not only form our environment now, but ahead of time we choose our parents and circumstances. [...]

Many people, of course, feel that death is a new beginning, but most of us still think that we are formed and bound by our physical bodies and environment. [...] But most people take it for granted that we are pretty much at the mercy of events over which we have little control.

[...] It was not as solid as an ordinary body, but it was far from transparent. [...] The lights had all been lit, but I just couldn’t accept the idea of an apparition.

[...] You may not have thought of the question consciously, but each of us has an opinion and we guide our daily actions by it whether we realize it or not. [...]

[...] Jane knew vaguely of this but did not know that he now has a torn ligament and must wear some kind of waist brace that I don’t know the technical name for but I always call it a strap. The material mentions 6 group members and this is what he hopes for but doesn’t have the 6 people yet. [...]

[...] But I render you my welcome and I will speak to you again. My voice may not be melodious but I am of a sweet disposition. [...]

[...] But basically creativity is not a career in usual terms. [...] which immediately wanted approval for my books—not that I shouldn’t want approval per se but that I began to demand that my art provide all my needs; to financially support me, to give me honor among my fellows, a sense of belonging, etc. Now this can be expected to some degree for a noncreative career; but it can damage creative activity; the need for creativity naturally is... [...]

[...] It came in that circular fashion, like a concentrated minisession but it’s hard to write out for that reason too, so I only have a few highpoints.

[...] But the creative basic part of the personality enjoys that; the doing, primarily—the art will always be an individual interpretation and recreation of the world—that exists for itself and is its own meaning.