“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] All of the different variations that can be played upon human consciousness, all of the racial probabilities, are in one way occurring in ages past — but they are also happening in what you think of as your present. [...]

[...] I am here using an incident from the experience of Ruburt and Joseph, but the reader can make his or her own correlations, and discover like events from which the same conclusions can be drawn.

[...] He is now in a home for the aged, but well cared for.

[...] A coincidence — a mere trick of fate that Joseph could be walking through the old man’s home,² and that Mr. Markle would be spending his last time in a nursing home, as had Joseph’s mother — meaningless but evocative that this house was for sale, and that the old man was insisting upon a price higher than the house is worth, just as Joseph’s mother insisted upon a high price for her own home, and determined to get it.³ Period. [...]

(I didn’t linger to confront my own handiwork, but hurried to get my stuff together and leave the house; I wanted to stop at a bank to get a book updated, and I knew this would make me a few minutes late getting to room 330. But I’d had a unique experience, and one I resolved to describe to Jane. [...]

[...] I said that Seth’s first line, about her ultimately being able to walk, has been on my mind since these new sessions began, but that I’d hesitated to mention it. But Jane’s mobility as far as walking goes is what it’s all about, after all. [...]

(At first I thought it was a trick of sunlight—which was quite diluted as it came through the room’s east windows—but all of a sudden I stopped to look at the painting as it sat on the shelf I’d built high up on the south wall just inside the door. [...]

[...] Not completely clear yet, but better than it had been yesterday. [...]

[...] But after breakfast this morning Jane’s temperature was down to 95.5. This was after she’d been given a pill to lower her temperature artificially. [...]

(“But Seth was right,” she told me. [...]

(She had tried to call me twice last night, but her attempts had been made while I was talking to Helen Park and Sue Watkins, evidently. [...]

The process of clearing the body out began when Ruburt started his Day 1, but with the great frequency of negative hospital suggestions, and general false beliefs connected with fever, the beneficial aspects indeed had to be taken on faith as largely (underlined) they were (louder).

[...] The closed door was in deep shadow, but I knew I was before it. [...] But that I was out of my body, and in this very pleasant weightless state, did slowly make itself known to me. [...]

[...] It has the capacity for developing sense organs that, practically speaking, will not be developed if the cell becomes an elbow or a knee, but the capacity is there. This applies not only to your own species but in many cases between species, and there are basic units in all living matter capable of forming animal or vegetable life, capable of developing the perceptive mechanisms inherent in any of these.

[...] I stopped snoring at once, but didn’t move. [...]

(The experience gave rise to a couple of questions which I added to the list for Chapter Twenty: 1. My own projection was so enjoyable, but more importantly contained so many potentials, that I wonder why Western man isn’t more aware of these abilities. [...]

Ruburt is subconsciously aware of them in most cases, but seldom brings this to consciousness, so it is simply a feeling of disquietude on his part. He feels he will be interrupted, but is not consciously aware of this, you see.

[...] They will not, therefore, isolate the individual involved, but instead will enlarge his perceptions until he will experience the reality and uniqueness of as many other aspects of reality of which he is capable.

[...] But the time has come for mankind to take several steps further, to expand the nature of his own consciousness by trying to comprehend a more profound version of reality. [...]

[...] When you are having regular sessions, an occasional visitor will not annoy you, but such visits should be known in advance.

[...] Do not do what you want to do, but what you should do.’ Never trust the self that you are, the gurus say, but the self that you should be. [...]

[...] God may know itself through a million or a thousand million other worlds, as so may I — but because this world is, and because I am alive in it, it is more than appearance, more than a shackle to be thrown aside. It is a privilege to be here, to look out with this unique focus, with these individual eyes; not to be blinded by cosmic vision, but to see this corner of reality which I form through the miraculous connections of soul and flesh.

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

Yet Buddhist belief, for instance, maintains that our perception of the world is not fundamental, but an illusion; our “ignorance” of this basic undifferentiated “suchness” then results in the division of reality into objects and ideas. But why call our generalized awareness an illusion, instead of regarding it as one of the innumerable manifestations that reality takes? [...]

[...] Indeed, she felt the same way tonight, but decided to try for a session when I suggested she ask for something about herself. “But I can’t stand anything that’s all charged up about me,” she said several times.

[...] My best guess at the moment is that the disclaimer matters not at all, but the idea of it doesn’t bode well for the future, I’m afraid, and there may be the real rub. [...]

(Pause.) The body is composed of organs, physical parts, living matter—but the body is also composed of processes, relationships that exist on all levels between various portions of the body and between the body and its environment. [...]

[...] But there are no unintelligent processes. [...]

(At 8:52: “I sort of feel him around, but I don’t think it will be very long.” Jane had been tempted to pass up the session and continue work on God of Jane, but I reminded her that I could use Seth’s information on the disclaimer in our reply to the legal department at Prentice-Hall. We knew by now that we were resigned to having the disclaimer inserted into Mass Events, but we wanted to have our say—partially out of anger and partially out of self-protection, since we didn’t believe all the legal department had told us; we wanted them to know we understood the subterfuges involved.

(Jane didn’t feel too well before the session, what with all her bodily changes still taking place, but she did well once she began the session.)

I had intended to mention the affair, again, in any case—but once more I am reminded that many facts are self-evident to me, while at your end they are highly questionable—and so your attitudes are bound to be covered in ways that mine are not. [...]

[...] Those facts may be imaginatively assembled at times, but they are very slow to accept the inclusion of any new data, and they must be backers of the establishment from which, of course, they obtain their position. [...]

[...] I was prepared if she did go into a rage, but this didn’t develop. [...] “You hated yourself but you couldn’t stay away from me.”

[...] But you wouldn’t be seen in public with me, you kept the whole thing secret. [...]

[...] They weren’t loud but very melodious and softly syllabled. [...]

[...] But I was spontaneous, like I am now, and you needed that then just like you do now,” she said with emphasis. [...]

[...] I worked on Dreams but an hour this morning, and once again, told her that I was concerned about lost working time on the book. She said she’d been very blue as I left last night, but that the period had passed after a while and she’d felt fine. I’ve also had a number of blue periods lately, but try to keep going anyhow.)

[...] I am sure that I mentioned this before, but I wanted to refresh your memory, and this applies, generally speaking, to all individuals. [...]

[...] I guess I still don’t, but we’ll see.

(During the past few weeks Jane has had but a few sessions for her ESP class and a couple of personal ones for us. [...]

[...] These do not occur by chance, but when some kind of rapport causes effects to leap between systems that otherwise appear quite separated. [...]

There is a bleed-through now in the making, so to speak, in which the Lumanians’ multidimensional concepts of art and communication will be glimpsed by your own people, but in a rudimentary form.

[...] Ideas of probable realities and probable men and gods may strike some of you as quite absurd, and yet as you read this book, you are but one of the probable you’s. Other probable you’s would not consider you real, of course, and some might indignantly question your existence. [...]

[...] The sequence 01913 does not appear in whole, but the sequence beginning with 0 does appear, in .09. [...] There are two other sets of numbers visible as ghost images on the back of the bill, and both evidently begin with a zero, but are hard to decipher.

[...] I wanted to see if Jane could be more specific here, since she had already given excellent data, but she could not. As stated, the four squares data meant nothing to her, but quite a lot to me. [...]

[...] Jane was present at the lumber company in Wellsburg when the bill was made out, but like me at the time she paid no particular attention to it, and hadn’t seen it since then.

[...] She resumed while sitting in the rocker again, but almost at once got up and returned to the chair across from me. [...]

[...] But for a long time I’d been aware of other feelings connected with them. [...] But what of all the other paths our probable selves had embarked upon since those pictures had been taken? [...]

(Picking up the photo of me:) Not in this picture, but quite alive, was your brother Linden. [...] Finally you grew outside of the structure.¹⁰ When you did, you made the artificial division in which good art would not sell — but you would do it anyway.

[...] Very simply, probable realities flow from the multitudinous actions — or events — we may envision, but choose not to actualize physically. But any motion of ours remains quite valid once it’s conceived, and is carried out in all of its variations by probable selves in other realities. [...]

[...] Among them were the resolution of some old family relationships — and nowhere in this note am I talking about past lives or probable lives, but just the working out of hard questions rooted in this present physical reality. [...] But I also think that in many ways it would be her most illuminating work. [...]

[...] But I told her that I was ready for a session today if she wanted to have one.)

[...] Again, all of a person’s reincarnational existences are, indeed, connected — but the events in one life do not cause the events in the next one.

(Long pause.) You may have overall reasons for a particular illness, however, that have nothing to do with crime or punishment, but may instead involve an extraordinary sense of curiosity, and the desire for experience that is somewhat unconventional — usually not sought for — exotic, or in certain terms even grotesque.

(4:16.) Another life, for example, might deal with exquisite health and vitality, and as mentioned, still another life might be devoted to the arts of healing — but overall, few people take health problems per se as frequent reincarnational themes, though they may be implied strongly in situations where one is born into a large populace of poor, underprivileged people.

(I asked her if she’d covered up any other such instances of negative suggestion as those she’d been given today, but she said she didn’t think so. [...] “but you’ve just got to assert yourself when they happen at such times. [...]

(No session was held on Friday, December 9. The day was a busy but routine one in which we did our usual things. [...]

[...] She couldn’t actually pick up the morsel with her fingers, but did make the movement preparatory to doing so—another first for her. [...]

(Today, December 10, the day was warmer—35—but rainy and sort of gloomy. [...]

(I’d wanted material on the fascinating case of Fred Conyers, but had never hoped we’d get it. [...] But then, I didn’t know what to call it any more, particularly when the hospital tests had pinpointed it as exactly that; the blood tests especially. [...]

[...] I bought some food, but need to go back for more. [...]

[...] “It bothers me that here we’ve gone back to the sessions,” I said, “but we can’t get at all that great material I know is there....” [...]

[...] I hadn’t expected anything, but her Seth voice was surprisingly good and strong in spite of everything.)

[...] Sometimes she has seen them but a few days before, sometimes months or years before. [...]

(There may also be correlations via dreams but we haven’t made any effort to study this, nor has Seth been asked.

[...] Seth was in a very good mood at its opening but quickly became serious. [...]

When you are dealing with dream locations you are not dealing with mass-perceptions, but with personal perceptions. [...]

[...] For the astral body is not some distant and alien other self, but it is even now that portion of yourself that you know but cannot see, that you feel but cannot touch.

This does not mean that it cannot be seen on occasion, but it cannot be perceived through use of the unaided physical senses. [...]

[...] But experience itself is not physical, and cannot be contained within physical matter. [...]

[...] In waking hours the communications system is more or less closed on the ego’s side, but in sleep the barriers are lifted and knowledge from the inner self has a freer flow.

[...] To a certain extent you do carry the knowledge of your forefathers within your [cells’] chromosomes,¹ which present a pattern that is not rigid but flexible — one that in codified fashion endows you with the subjective living experience of those who, in your terms, have gone before. [...] This does not mean that the individual self was less, but was more aware of its own reality. A completely different kind of focus was presented, in which the ancestors were understood to contribute to the “new” experience of the living; one in which the physically focused consciousness clearly saw itself as perceiving the world for itself, but also for all of those who had gone before — (gradually louder for emphasis:) while realizing that in those terms he or she would contribute as well as the generations past.

Much of “Unknown” Reality is involved with the breaking up of theories that have been long accepted, but that prevent you from perceiving the powerful nature of those absent portions of the self. [...]

(With emphasis:) I am not saying, for example, that the living consciousness of each individual returned to the earth literally, but that the physical material permeated and stamped with that consciousness did, and does. [...]

Give us a moment … The information carried by the chromosomes is not general, but highly specific. [...]

[...] Every time she jumped up on a chair—or down—Jane and I winced, but Mitzi wasn’t concerned at all. [...]

[...] They do not just help you paint a picture, or write a poem, but they help you form the living picture of your lives. [...]

[...] You were interested not only in a painting, and the painting’s origin, but in your origin as an artist, and in all of those relationships that are involved between the perceiver and the object, that then is turned into the artist’s model. [...]

[...] Even art itself seemed to provide but a momentary glimpse of some undefined perfection, toward which you felt intuitively. [...]