“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

As a secretary, our dear Ruburt will simply not succeed. [...]

4. Two days after delivering the first session for The Magical Approach, Jane made notes about her mental exchange with our dear longtime friend, “Mary” (the name I’ve given her):

Now, my dear friends, your self-consciousness is the self-consciousness of the ego which you know, and which you consider your self. [...]

[...] I am making this point because I want it made plain—this, dear Joseph, is a pun—that when I speak of science on another plane I may not speak of the plain old science that you know.

I suggest a brief break, my dear puddingheads. [...]

In actuality, my dear friends, the all-important “I” does know. [...]

[...] And therein lies another reason for our somber moods: Our dear friend and editor, Tam Mossman, almost certainly will not see Dreams through the publishing process. [...]

[...] We had no family doctor to call upon, but through the invaluable help of a dear friend who was also a nurse, we set up an appointment with a doctor at the hospital.

[...] Before the emergence of the atom … oh, dear … as an analogy, you could say that the dead hole we’ve been talking about emerges as an atom in another universe. [...]

I will indeed, because of the expression upon your face, my dear Joseph, bring our session to a close.

[...] The waking consciousness, dear friends, is not the ego. [...]

Dear Correspondent:

Dear Sue:

[...] Beyond Framework 1, however, exists Framework 2, and it represents the great timeless or simultaneous spacious present that’s so dearly a manifestation of All That Is. [...]

In an experience last evening in the dream state, Ruburt received fresh evidence by viewing for himself portions of two other lives—merely snatches of environment, but so dearly filled with precious belongings and loved ones, so alive with immediacy-that he was shocked to realize that the full dimensions of existence could continue so completely in such detail and depth at the same time as his present life.

[...] There was a road and other scenes from my past I wanted to paint too; a significant green bottle; people I dearly loved, and Rob might have been involved too. [...]

[...] For although we didn’t know how they’d done so, our suggestions had helped her tune into a number of dear images of her girlhood in her hometown of Saratoga Springs, New York: She’d seen herself at an amusement park—Kaydeross—located on the shore of Saratoga Lake, just outside of town; she’d seen herself “jumproping very young” in the recreation field across the street from the Catholic grade school she had attended; she’d seen and interacted with family members, all dead now. [...]

[...] There is a merging of selves into what you may call a superconsciousness, a synthesis; and from then on, dear friends, there is a beginning toward something new, and a something of which I am not prepared to speak this evening, but of which I shall speak in the near future.