“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I went to the dentist, and shopping, and the drugstore and the bank. [...]

[...] We decided to turn Jane on her side early, so I could feed her before leaving for the dentist’s at 5:45. [...]

(“The dentist?”

(This afternoon I put myself in a light trance before going to the dentist, then used suggestion. [...]

I was pleased with the trance state that you achieved when you visited your dentist. [...]

(The object for the 70th envelope experiment was the first draft of a letter I wrote tonight, to a local dentist. [...]

[...] A brief history: Last month our friend Marie Colucci let a local dentist, Dr. Lodico, whom Jane and I have not met, borrow an abstract painting of mine to try out in his office. [...]

[...] I believe the music referred to Ruburt’s subjective feelings about one painting (we had hesitated to credit this when we interpreted the data), and also to some musical leanings on the dentist’s part, or his family.

[...] Obviously he is in the middle of a learning adventure, trying to do far more with his ordinary consciousness than most people, and trying to solve his problems and encounter his challenges without relying upon old structures of belief—healthwise not relying upon doctors or dentists. [...]

(“Our dentist, Paul O’Neill, visited us after lunch today, as I’ll explain in the notes following the session. [...]

(Yesterday at the dentist’s I learned through X-ray that I have two bad teeth on the lower right jaw that must be taken out. [...]

[...] [I don’t use the hypnosis any more for the dentist, by the way; perhaps a residue lingers, for as soon as I sit in Paul O’Neill’s chair I begin getting very relaxed and sleepy.]

(“Do you want to say a few words about the dream the dentist’s nurse told me about today?”)

[...] It was, you see—I am explaining simply—too great a leap, if you will forgive me, to expect him to walk easily up his dentist’s steps at this point. [...]

A dentist would shudder, and often surgical methods are used to correct such a condition, when, if left alone, and with changes in a person’s living situation, the condition would right itself. [...]

[...] You were thinking both consciously and below consciousness about Ruburt’s appointment at the dentist. [...]

The difficulty after your dentist visit was partially natural enough, but exaggerated for these reasons, so that the discomfort gave you an acceptable reason for resting—while still being virtuous in your own eyes.

(Seth, above, refers to my hypnotizing myself before going to the dentist this afternoon. [...]

[...] I did not go to the dentist.

4. Current statistics show that in the United States the suicide rate for psychiatrists, doctors, and dentists is three to four times higher than it is for the rest of the population. [...]

[...] Again, your discussion about the dentist was vital to him, because he finally understood his attitudes—not only in that area but others; and in those areas, no matter what he told himself, he was afraid that the worst was really happening, or would happen.

In the 737th session, after 11:55, Seth mentioned the “other dentist” who lived and worked around the corner from the apartment house Jane and I moved into in 1960, upon our arrival in Elmira. [...]

[...] We did conduct one quite successful experiment on our own, however, involving hypnosis during my trip to the dentist. [...]

[...] You could not therefore count on a series of well-known steps to bring you to your own, as a carpenter or a doctor, or a dentist (humorously) can.