“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now my dear friend—(staring at me, Jane tapped with her foot on the coffee table between us) your hats, your caps... [...]

(To Art O.): Now, my dear scientific friend over there: Atoms and molecules, minute as they may appear to you, also carry their burden of consciousness and responsibility. [...]

He does all the things and says all the things that Augustus One would dearly love to do and say, with only certain safeguards. [...]

There would be no experience of what Ruburt (Seth’s “entity” name for Jane) calls “the dear privacy of the moment,” so if one portion of your being wants to rise above the solitary march of the moments, other parts of your psyche rush, delighted, into that particular time-focus that is your own. [...]

[...] Then, intensely:) To rid yourself of annoying restrictions then, my dear friend, you repattern your past from the present. [...]

[...] I do not want to crack up your realities, they are too dear to you. [...]

Now, my dear friend, if the smile is not good enough for you this evening, then you will have to wait. [...]

He was a dear and loyal friend in another life, and you felt that he betrayed you, but he did not. [...]

Now before your fingers break, my dear Joseph, I suggest that you take a break.

[...] Honey and vinegar are cheap; self-knowledge is dear but far more valuable. [...]

Now my young friend, and all my dear young friends, first of all Joan Grant is a highly intelligent and very gifted woman. [...]

[...] And: “… our dear, politically minded, crooked old Pope….” [...]

[...] Good night, dear friends.”

[...] For if time speeds ahead, my dear friends, or if you say that times speed ahead, which is an entirely different thing, then you must say also that it speeds backwards. [...]

(“The issue is, basically, that Jane feels and fears that Seth—the Seth phenomena—could overwhelm her and take over eintirely if she ever permitted it to—subjugating all else that she holds dear; her own talent, her own personality even, so that she would become merely a spokesperson for Seth.”

I completely forgot our discussion until last night, Friday, when the Gallaghers [our dear friends, Peg and Bill] visited. [...]

[...] Our friend’s, our dear Ruburt’s, has not yet passed, which is why I am giving the suggestions now. [...]

This should lead you to understand why physical time is basically meaningless to the subconscious, and why the inner self has at its command a knowledge of past lives and past endeavors; for the inner self, dear friends, these lives are not in the past, nor is the life of the ego necessarily present to the whole self.

My dear friends. [...]

Now, dear friend, you have also shared some of these ideas, and to some extent seen Ruburt’s physical condition as a symbolic statement of how the so-called authorities viewed our joint work. [...]