“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The following material is from the 870th session. It came about because of a dream I had during my nap this afternoon. I found to my great concern that Jane had fallen from her chair in the doorway of the bathroom. The short dream was so vivid that I was jolted wide awake out of a deep sleep. See the account in my dream notebook.

(10:27.) Give us a moment.... Your dream merely reflected fears about Ruburt. He grunted and so forth in his sleep. You heard him, and wondered if he was perhaps in the bathroom and needed your help. The dream reflected your deep concern, and your fear that he might not make it, but get worse after all. And the worries were caused simply by an upcropping of old negative beliefs that came to your attention so that you could be aware of them.

Ruburt’s improvement in a way triggered your hopes, and because of your beliefs of the past also triggered your deep fears.

[...] Her voice maintained its deep tones until the end of the session. Seth closed out on a loud and deep and humorous note. [...]

(Jane rather surprised us by opening the session in a voice that was surprisingly deep and somewhat loud. [...]

(Jane’s voice was fairly deep in the 151st session. [...]

(9:25.) This realization, however, should go hand in hand with a deep intuitional knowledge of the capabilities of the inner self. [...]

[...] Deep relationships will continue in one way or another. [...]

[...] Jane’s delivery had been fast but even so, she said, her trance hadn’t been as deep as it usually is. [...]

[...] With Ruburt we should work toward the development of contrasts —deep relaxation and fast heating motions. [...]

[...] Strenuous exercise, not necessarily overdone you understand, but strenuous exercise physically and imagined, will in itself lead to the kind of deep relaxation that he also must learn now to achieve, and which is needed by the system.

[...] Physical work or activity, almost indeed to the point of exhaustion, will be good for him, for the muscles will react with deep spontaneous relaxation.

Moreover, the choice of presenting the material in essay form proved to have one virtue that was more valuable than all the others combined: It allowed us to delve into the events I describe, and “our deep-seated, sometimes wrenching feelings connected to them,” a little bit at a time. [...] Many of the events and feelings evoked such deep implications of trial and challenge for Jane and me that we were often left with strong feelings of unreality: This can’t be happening to us. [...]

[...] This weaving things together to make them “fit” is only natural for one of my temperament, but I didn’t alter any of my original copy—that I’d have refused to do—and I kept intact those first spontaneous descriptions of the events attendant to Jane’s physical difficulties, as well as our deep-seated, sometimes wrenching feelings connected to them. [...]

[...] We quickly agreed that we’d been setting up the illness syndrome for years, yet the deep emotional shocks accompanying its physical developments seemed to come at us like attacking dark birds zooming in from another probable reality. [...]

[...] Outside of putting Ruburt in a deep trance, there is nothing that I can do along this line. [...]

For personality reasons neither of you would be happy, I’m afraid, were Ruburt to go into deep trances at my instigation during sessions. [...]

[...] However, to be truthful I anticipated more distortions than we have been getting, and my cronies have been amazed, particularly since Ruburt is not in a deep trance. [...]

[...] Now you have not come to grips with this deep despondency of your own, and you can do so. It is not nearly as deep or secret as you suppose, and there are some practical methods you can use to minimize its effects while you learn.

[...] Some of your interpretations were legitimate, based upon his attitudes, but many more were the innermost doubts that you have not faced as to who you were, and deep questions involving the nature of your person as it is related to your particular sex in this life.

[...] Jane’s trance had been deep, she said. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) You have a deep love of the land, from your Denmark days. [...]

Some of these feelings are also projected upon the apartment house at large, and mask your deep love of your studio, despite all disadvantages.

There is simply a deep difference. [...]

[...] In another way they contain deep and private insights, ranging from her free, marveling childhood yearning and intuitive knowing up to her present physically impaired condition—her arthritic-like “symptoms,” as we call them—and beyond to the final state of her work after her death. [...]

[...] When she actually wrote the poem, she’d had her physical symptoms for some nine years; for her own creative and challenging reasons she had allowed them to gain a deep hold upon her, and I think that she drew her inspiration for this poem from that context.)

[...] Jane loved physical life with a deep, intuitive and psychic innocence then—and she still does. [...]

You may see in a quick series of pictures a deep hole in the ground. [...]

[...] In the following deep protected areas of sleep, the higher centers of the inner self are allowed to function and come to the aid of the three-dimensionally oriented portion of the personality. [...]

[...] In the most important dream work, done in the deep protected sleep periods, the symbols are powerful enough and yet condensed enough so that they can be broken down, used in a series of seemingly unrelated dreams as connectives, retain their original strength and still appear in different guises, becoming in each succeeding dream layer more and more specific.

There are no other reasons than those given but these are longstanding and deep-seated.

[...] His loyalty is indeed deep and unswerving. [...]

You have always offered a deep love. [...]

[...] We began sessions at 9 P.M. Five minutes before nine, I’d get that feeling again, that I was going to leap from a high diving board into a deep pool—and without knowing for sure whether or not I could swim.

[...] I don’t know whether I was more surprised at the fact that Jane seemed not at all disturbed by this voice, or by the fact that it had such a definite deep and masculine tone.”

As soon as we decided to continue, that deep voice boomed out of me again, and as Seth, I began walking about the room, pausing to speak directly to Rob or to look out the window. [...]

Often it is akin to love, for the hater is attracted to the object of his hatred by deep bonds. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been deep on a very humid night. [...]

[...] They do not elicit deep emotion.

(First, I was hiking with her father Del along mountain trails in very deep snow. [...] Then Del left me for some reason, and alone I tried to continue — but wound up clinging motionless to a very steep slope lest I slide way down into a deep ravine that would be very difficult to get out of. [...]

[...] I felt deep affection for Jean, a strange and surprising longing mixed with a strong sexual awareness of her attractiveness. [...]

[...] Jane had been in a deep trance. [...]

[...] For some reason I felt at the time that she did not want to explore too deep a state this evening; but events proved me mistaken here. [...]

[...] The trance state nevertheless is a deep one, but in this condition all of my energies can be used for other work, such as the gaining of clairvoyant material, as in the new work episode.

[...] Besides, you each have deep interests and drives that have always united you; and you, Joseph, in this life served as an impetus to organize Ruburt’s abilities. [...] This deep inner knowledge provides each of you, whether or not you realize it, with strong ties of creaturehood, and deep loyalties to “both worlds.”

[...] On the other hand he was convinced of your deep loyalty and love, and knew that you did want him to succeed and use his abilities.

(The pace for the session was fast, usually emphatic, and Jane’s trances were deep. [...]

Instead your love is very wide and deep. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been deep. [...]

4. Few moments of deep breathing twice a day, me.

(The water, thick with topsoil, exuding a near-suffocating odor of petroleum effluents, became one foot deep in the yard, then three, then five…. [...]

[...] She told me that the water would reach its highest level late that afternoon; incredibly, it would become almost ten feet deep in the yard and reach halfway up the first-floor windows of the house next to ours. [...]

[...] Your emotional feelings are often transitory, but beneath there are certain qualities of feeling uniquely your own, that are like deep musical chords. [...]

[...] I am referring, in the main however, to a deep feeling of oneness with other human beings. [...]

Now, I know that you are all worn out after such deep psychological probing this evening, so I will say goodnight to you all. [...]