“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There are several points I would like to make concerning psychological identity. For the sake of analogy only now, imagine your present self at the center of a circle of endless spirals. You are yourself, and yet one of the spirals that form the circle. You are a vortex for the circle. You do not have to contact it nor its other spirals, in that you already belong to it.

Now the same is true of other portions of your entity, if you consider any other given portion as being the vortex of its own circle. In any psychic investigations or endeavors you will often gain assistance and support from those others who make up the circle of which you are a part.

Now I am speaking simply, for I am speaking of a circle as you understand it in three-dimensional terms, but there are more depths and dimensions to a circle than you can imagine when you picture, say, a globe; and so of course in this analogy identity has other dimensions that do not appear.

Give us a moment with this. (Pause. ) There are points or identities more easily reached from any given viewpoint within such a multidimensional structure. (Jane drew in the air, eyes open.) Imagine a superstructure of a circle, put together like a pie, except that each segment is also in itself a globe, and that this structure is in itself an exterior one, the multidimensional equivalent of the pie’s crust or the apple’s skin.

[...] They begin around the back of my right ear like tiny circles suddenly turning; or clock wheels that had been wound too tightly, being released; then the motion spreads out in concentric circles, up to the right eye, and down to the right jaw. [...] And there’s the feeling of circular ripples from the small wheels, going all the way down to the right foot and toes; and with this, the feeling that these small wheels, circles, or clock-works have been too tight; constricted; and that these in the head are the “master ones” and as they release, motion is being restored to some degree all over. [...] a feeling of clearing, maybe, like tiny windshield wipers clearing out the small circles which somehow have been clogged. [...]

(To Florence.) And I would like you, dear Lady of Florence, to be aware of the questions asked by your inner self and not follow the intellect around like a puppy following its tail from one circle without answer to another for you limit the extent of your imagination in such a way. You form circles about yourself. [...]

Think in terms of circles rather than on a line. [...]

([Florence:] “But Seth told me not to think in circles.”)

(The next question was: “How about that five in a circle?” “The impression is visual. The circle outlined in yellow, I believe, and I see visually a red five inside.” [...]

[...] Five in a circle. [...]

(“How about that five in a circle?”)

[...] The circle outlined in yellow, I believe, and I see visually a red five inside. [...]

[...] A circle of reaction has formed about the family therefore, that so far is self-perpetuating. [...] It is simply that the family has become weary, but the circle of reaction must be broken.

(Ruburt:) “Rachel, if you stay in that circle it is false security.”

[...] Now actually that circle and those people are as real as this room seems to the rest of you. [...]

[...] Closely paralleling Seth’s description on page 5, there would be a series of dots on the circle. Each dot would be intersected by another circle, with dots upon this, and each of these dots in turn would be intersected, etc., so that there could be an infinity of expansions. [...]

[...] From the standpoint of that moment point, you could imagine action forming an imaginary circle with that point as an apex. [...]

There is no particular boundary to the circle. [...]

(“With something revolving, and with an oval shape that is not a perfect circle.” [...] Directly in back of the painting is a large circular ceramic sculpture, perhaps a foot in diameter, that is more egg-shaped than a perfect circle. [...]

With something revolving, and with an oval shape that is not a perfect circle. [...]

More of an egg shape than a circle. [...]

(“More of an egg shape than a circle.” [...]

And there are high adventures that rise to circle the moon,

[...] I am now momentarily in that circle, and you know it well. And if you do not fight me, as is your privilege, then you can look across the circle and see my face, for I lift my head. [...]

(There was class conversation about the “circle” after which Rachel spoke of the possibility of not coming to classes anymore.)

[...] my experiences put me outside the pale; on the other side of the fence from, say, the academic circles that I’d so respected; that my experience with other people was going to be vastly different; I thought I was looking for truth, but I’d be one of those under suspicion because of the kind of person into which I’d developed.... [...]

[...] That one sentence is basically scientific heresy, and in many circles it is religious heresy as well. [...]

(“A variety of small circles, fitting one inside the other, like jewelry. [...] The picture on the postcard used as object contains many small circles, mainly the flowers as noted above, and the small circular designs, also apparently flowers, on the blouse and cap of Mother Goose. [...]

(In connection with the “small circles” data above, I should add that Jane was subjectively sure the data did not refer to the printing or Barbara’s writing on the object. With this data Jane had an image of tiny circles, as on the Mother Goose costume, or of jewelry.

[...] A variety of small circles, fitting one inside the other, like jewelry. [...]

[...] Then her left arm began swinging out in a circle. [...]

[...] It looked liked her left arm was straightening out a bit at the elbow and it moved rapidly in a tight circle over her belly. [...]

(“A small round circle suggesting a postmark.” In the upper right-hand corner of the object is the page number, enclosed in a circle, and in approximately the position of an envelope postmark.

[...] The other, or later location, was a socially better one by contrast, but you did not move in the best circles by any means. [...]

[...] A small round circle suggesting a postmark. [...]

[...] Eight is one of the page numbers enclosed in the circle in the upper right hand corner of the object, but we don’t know if this is what Seth meant.

[...] She did come through with some good head motions, rotating around in a circle in one direction, then reversing it. [...]

[...] Jane moved her left shoulder in circles. [...]

(The session was held in our front room, with the four of us sitting in a circle, roughly. [...]

[...] First however, I wish to give particular greetings to our friend Mark, who has consented to visit our circle. [...]

My interest is concerned with those personalities with whom I am involved, and the circle of my interest includes those who come to these sessions; as indeed your own interest includes those people with whom you are acquainted. [...]

[...] These few statements, however, will help him, and help him enlarge on an inner circle of acquaintanceship with friendly colleagues that belong in those other categories, but are indeed friendly colleagues as well. [...]

[...] The black circle comprises the whole atom as projected through all systems. The blue circles are portions of the whole atom to be seen in various systems. The red circle then is the portion of the whole atom seen in our own system. [...]

[...] She tried tracing out the image on the tabletop with a forefinger, but could get nothing beyond the idea of circles being involved.

[...] This is the image of circles, representing the whole atom, including the part of it visible to us and the invisible portions. [...]

(Pause at 9:34.) The actions that arise out of the chanting—as the circle arrangement of students—these are all deeply buried psychically and psychologically pertinent actions that have been a part of your race from its earliest times. [...] They were ancient the first time the first man chanted, or the first circle was formed.