“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Give your inner self a chance.” [...]

[...] This was a chance you took, both of you, when you set up this last reincarnational existence.

[...] We chanced interruptions but none developed.

[...] Jane had originated this idea, and she thought there was a chance Seth might come through while we were on the property, but he did not.

[...] Science of course looks at it the other way around, as if your physical acts are the result of a robot’s mechanical, formalized behavior—a robot miraculously programmed by the blind elements of an accidental universe formed by chance. [...]

[...] I did not want to take the chance in the beginning. [...]

[...] The idea of selfish genes also implies plan on the part of such entities — and so comes dangerously close to contradicting several basic tenets of science itself: among them that life arose by chance, that it perpetuates itself through random mutations and the struggle for existence (or natural selection), and that basically life has no meaning.

(As I had for the 179th session, I prepared a test envelope in case we had a chance to use it during the session. [...]

(This was my fourth chance to ask a question about envelope data. [...]

(I barely had a chance to relax my hand, and Jane and I had just begun to discuss the session, when Seth came through again. [...]

[...] He was certain that given the chance Ruburt would throw the sessions over gladly. [...]

[...] I thought his death might give Jane a chance to “follow along” with a personality no longer physical in our terms. [...]

[...] However, I take my chances, getting good material through when the time is right, and we can be more jovial on those evenings when you are too tired to do anything else.

6. For the second time in the session, Seth referred to the chance that the individual might feel insignificant within the enormous reaches of the inner universe. [...]

[...] If a scientist says consciousness is the result of chance, or Darwin’s theories say that basically man is a triumphant son of murderers, many people object. [...]

[...] Indeed, then, the theory actually says that the ordered universe magically emerged — and evolutionists must certainly believe in a God of Chance somewhere, or in Coincidence with a capital C, for their theories would make no sense at all otherwise.

(I folded it once, put it in an envelope, then sealed this envelope in another so there was no chance of seeing through paper. [...]

[...] And a chance for rally.

[...] This of course caused me to miss out on a few words of her verbal account, so I took the chance and asked her to repeat her description. [...]

(“If by any chance Jane and I meet those fragments at York Beach again, will we be able to speak to them?”)