“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I said I didn’t know how she would — or could — at this time. [...] If the psychic work was at the base of her troubles — which I didn’t really believe, and still don’t.

[...] Seth obviously didn’t return.

It’s really unfortunate and quite unusual that we didn’t record the session. [...] And Seth’s voice was jovial, booming, you didn’t have to strain to hear those words. [...]

[...] We didn’t discount anything. [...]

[...] “When I saw what time it was, I almost didn’t want to do it—but I still wanted to try, no matter what.” [...]

[...] On at least a couple of days she didn’t take the antibiotic at all. [...]

[...] “I didn’t give a shit,” Jane said, coming out of trance. [...]

[...] But Jane said she didn’t remember it—certainly that she hadn’t interpreted it that way. [...]

(There was more, of course, that I didn’t get down, or recall, but it would follow the same vein. [...] I didn’t feel like defending myself very often. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t appear; however, although Jane said she felt him around at various times. [...]

[...] I was prepared if she did go into a rage, but this didn’t develop. [...]

[...] It wasn’t that her psychic work, and the books, weren’t good, I said, or that they didn’t help people, but that they didn’t fit into the world as she saw it. [...]

(Our talk lasted almost an hour in spite of myself, for I didn’t want her to get upset before a session. [...]

[...] I think, I added, that it was an error to blame fear of the spontaneous self going too far if given free reign—I didn’t think nature would arrange things that way, for the organism couldn’t survive for long that way. [...]

(Jane didn’t react overly much to any of this, beyond implying at least a general sort of agreement. [...]

[...] (Jerry didn’t know. [...]

[...] (Orlando, FL, 20 mile trip approximately, to hospital, often.) He wore the jacket that day and the note was in the jacket, and she put it there and he didn’t know it was there.

[...] The pace was so fast I didn’t get it down verbatim.

… but this didn’t have a goddammed thing to do with it… That she still cared for him. [...]

[...] Tracy didn’t come with Steve. And Steve didn’t ask Jane if he could see me, so I didn’t hear from him. [...]

(Jane didn’t sleep very well, so I didn’t call her this morning. [...]

[...] I didn’t think Jane asked specific-enough questions, that she was somehow reluctant to or unable to do so—even that she appeared to be somewhat ill at ease while using it. [...]

(Jane didn’t react as much to point 6 as I thought she might. [...]

(My questions are paraphrases of the ones I actually asked Seth, since I didn’t take the time to write them down because of their length during the session itself. [...]

[...] Above all, I didn’t want the fund idea, say, to lead to complications with the insurance deal, I told Jane, or perhaps to lead to a failure of a settlement there. That is, I didn’t want to desert the insurance angle; I felt we were owed something there. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t think I’d overdone it in my letter, although I still wondered. [...]

[...] I didn’t ask Seth to comment on the fund idea. [...]

[...] I still wanted to know why that portion of the personality was so blind to the harm it was wreaking—why it didn’t understand even in its own terms that its devastation was threatening greatly the very security and protection it has said it wanted. [...]

[...] I said I thought both she and Seth had avoided my questions about the sinful self, which I saw as part of the sinful self’s power to cover up issues it didn’t want to face, or considered threatening. [...]

[...] I didn’t mention the little finger, in line with Seth’s and Jane’s own ideas as given recently. [...]

(“I didn’t yell at you,” I said. [...]

[...] We didn’t push for details. [...] We didn’t know enough to do so, for in ordinary terms we had no way to anticipate the breadth, the depth, of the material Jane and Seth were to produce. [...]

[...] Seth himself didn’t announce his presence to us most definitely until December 8, in the fourth session. [...]

[...] It wasn’t until after Jane’s death in 1984 that I took the “time” to understand that Jane’s Seth material—her great passionate body of work—really didn’t need to be categorized as public or private—that all of it was simply one multifaceted creative entity.

[...] I didn’t get to go over any of the other past sessions with her before I turned her on her right side at 4:30. [...]

(Since supper was late in coming, we didn’t get through until 7:30. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t return. [...]

[...] But I thought it would be maybe a few lines — I didn’t expect that much.” [...] She said she didn’t want to mislead me, but that the traps reminded her of spider webs, the way the insects became trapped in them.

(Seth didn’t mention this in his short session of Wednesday, January 11, and I neglected to ask him about it.)

[...] He asked about Jane’s condition, and said that in a month or so the ulcer on Jane’s coccyx might have to be surgically closed if it didn’t do so on its own. [...] Jane didn’t appear to be upset by the call, though—perhaps because of what we’d learned about medical methods by now. [...]

(I didn’t tell Jane about the dream. [...]

[...] The little finger didn’t turn nearly as dark, though. [...]

[...] In a very short session Seth said it was related, but didn’t go into any details, so other factors are involved. [...]

[...] The forehead didn’t move. [...]

[...] Tonight I didn’t get the headache. [...]

[...] I first realized its onset at about 8:50, and at once began to give myself suggestions to minimize it because I didn’t want to alarm Jane by delaying the session. [...]

[...] I didn’t ask him what was happening. [...]

[...] And Malba didn’t sound terribly bright; at least Seth is intelligent and knows what he’s talking about. [...]

“I know, but I didn’t particularly want to speak for someone else. [...]

“She didn’t say you had to. [...]

[...] When I suggested that you dissociate, incidentally, I didn’t mean that you should break up into pieces. [...]

(We really wanted this session, although at 7:30 PM Jane was so far out of it that I didn’t know whether she’d make it or not. [...]

[...] but didn’t mention it to Jane.)

[...] I mentioned in a fairly mild way some of the questions I had for Seth, saying I didn’t want to pass judgment too quickly on a given concept or idea like the Sinful Self. [...]

[...] She didn’t know whether to watch television or have a cookie and milk, or go sit on the bed and make a few notes. [...]

[...] In the dream I didn’t see Teresa, as I remember it. [...] We didn’t know she was pregnant, not having seen Dick and Ida for over a year, or exchanged letters or calls. Nor, in the dream, do I recall learning Teresa was going to give birth, even though I didn’t see her in it. [...]

[...] She didn’t think it was very good: “The psyche turns itself to atone, and in the earth’s service is it pressed.” [...]

[...] Then she finished the session, with but very little help from me occasionally, gotten a late start this afternoon because we watched an old movie that didn’t end until 3:15 PM. [...]

[...] But I’d presented myself with a clear little demonstration that Seth had been right, and that I should tell myself that Jane was being healed, and that I didn’t have to worry. [...]

[...] I said I didn’t care about the holidays, but that she shouldn’t worry about the chair bit. [...]