“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Adequate scientific proofs, such as science so surely needs, requires the enlargement of consciousness; not, my dear doctor, on my part, but on the part of science. There are some things that I can indeed do, and I will do what I can. Nevertheless the fact remains that I am indeed extending myself, and my dear doctor it is science which is not extending itself, and it is science that will not meet reality halfway.

Let it not be said that I do not cooperate; and before twenty psychologists, my dear friend, we shall be most willing to comply. But we have our conditions, and if your conditions shall be met (very loud here, to slowly subside) my dear friend, then so shall mine. (Loud again.) We will give and take. I shall not give and give. If you consider this display a childish one, then let me remind you that I consider your requests in the same manner.

Your attentions are indeed focused elsewhere. You are in a trance as well as Ruburt is in a trance state now. This is far from unusual. I use you, dear Doctor Instream, only as an example. Consciousness of any kind is merely the direction in which the self looks. I told you this at our brief meeting. Consciousness is the focus, the direction of focus. Your ordinary consciousness is as much a trance state as any trance state induced through hypnotism. Therefore it is nearly impossible to convince a subject in trance that something he does not see exists.

Though objects upon the table be dearly familiar to him, in his trance state he will not recall them. Any sentiment involved with the objects on the table, such sentiment will disappear and have no meaning. The ordinary state of consciousness is no different from that trance state. You have merely turned the focus of your attention into different realities. My attention, and my reality, is mainly focused in another direction.

[...] For you would not be strengthened, but you would be relying upon me; and any errors, dear friend, would also be laid to me.

My dear friend Stephen, there is no easy way, and often the way that seems easiest is the hardest way of all.

[...] It is not easy, dear Stephen, at your age, nor indeed at any age, to hear words that you do not particularly want to hear.

[...] Ferd is not to be the family fortune teller, you see, and as my dear friends Ruburt and Joseph will tell you, I am hardly the grand chief fortune teller for them.

If I am answering your friend’s question in a roundabout manner it is only because, my dear Joseph—and I still call you my dear Joseph, although you scarcely deserve it—then it is only because there are things that I feel it is necessary that I clear up before the question can be answered with even a hint of correctness.

Indeed like you, my dear Joseph. [...]

This was in Belgium—and I will not be tricked, my dear Joseph—it was in Belgium in 1632, and our Philip in a rather sensational case for the times actually brought this husband to a village trial, a particularly unusual occurrence at that time. [...]

[...] Face up to it, my dear lovelies: Your senses lie. [...]

Now give us a moment so our dear friend here (Sue) can turn on the mechanical gadget and get it right and make sure that all the zeros are where they are supposed to be. [...]

(To Bette) Now there is some information that you are afraid of, our dear cousin of Richelieu, and the charge is on your end only and it is harmless. [...]

Now, dear friends, there is never any justification for war, and there is never any justification for killing.

[...] They form reality for you, and yet the reality that they form is highly distorted; and what you see, dear friends, does not exist and you do not see what does exist.

[...] Identity, the self that you are, is made up of the selves that you were and, my dear friends, the selves that you shall be. [...]

The self that sits in class is not the self that wonders in a dream state, and the self that wonders in a dream state is, my dear friends, far more educated than the, self that sits in the classroom. [...]

Dear Bob,

“Dear lovely queen, surely this you must not do,

Dear Joseph, apropos of your remarks during your break: I feel concept patterns, or at least that is the nearest I can come to explaining it to you, and this my dear friend will involve our third inner sense when we really go into that discussion. [...]

There is an inner sense, dear Joseph, that in a vague manner corresponds to your own inner images. [...]

Now there is a point I would like to make regarding your inner visions, my dear Joseph, and also concerning any perceptions of this sort whether through pictures or any other means.

[...] And this, dear friends, was a big mistake, because the part of him that he denies fights back with more power than he knows.

It can be addressed to “Dear Friend.”

Dear Friends:

Ruburt, dear Ruburt, has been besieging me with protests because your kitchen is small. [...]

[...] Now dear pigeons it is a lovely evening, I see. [...]

In the following chapter I hope to give you an idea, quite simply, of our existence, the work in which we are involved, the dimension in which we exist, the purposes that we hold dear; and most of all, of those concerns that make up our experience.

heart, dear heart.”

(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. [...]

[...] The questions themselves, and forgive me, my dear Lady of Florence, the questions themselves could not be answered within a semblance of truth because the questions were basically meaningless in the real fabric of reality so this has much to do with the distortions also that have come down through the ages, both in the Bible and many other writings. [...]

Dear Roger:

[...] And congratulations, my dear friends, on our 25th anniversary. [...]

[...] I know that you will tell me, my dear Joseph, when your hand is tired, and we will break.

[...] But this, dear friends, will pass. [...]

[...] And the inner data and the inner self which you deny is a lot more permanent, my dear Joseph, and I am speaking to you as proof.

And now, dear author—I bid you a fond good evening. [...]

in which dear secrets

[...] He did not ask you to discover what needs within you were being satisfied in your marriage, anymore, my dear friend, than you asked yourself why you brought the tape to class this evening. [...]

[...] And you, my dear Lady of Florence, will be the most surprised of all. [...]

[...] You are ready my dear friend... [...]

[...] And to lose that individuality, my dear friend, would mean that God had lost one of his voices, and that God had become deaf in one way and that one tone was forever lost. [...]

Now the atoms and molecules also, my dear scientific friend over there (Arnold), these atoms and molecules, minute as they may appear to you, also carry their burden of consciousness and a responsibility, yet there is a portion of consciousness that can joyfully perceive in a different manner that is not forced to perceive by its nature, but that can playfully perceive as a creative aspect of its being and without responsibility. [...]

(To Joel) Now you certainly understand that I am doing the same thing with you, in a different way, as I do with my very dear friend over here (Florence) in another way, so do not be offended. [...]

[...] And now, dear friend, I bid you a blessed and a fond and a violent good evening . [...]

[...] Now, the very sound of my voice, as our dear friend knows, assaults the silence of the room and yet it is creative. [...]

[...] Now, and S and a G, and there will be physical signs for dear Ruburt, when the time comes for physical signs.