“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We didn’t expect any such data, nor had we asked Seth to comment on Tom’s call.

[...] “I didn’t see the features, except that nothing stuck out.”

[...] I didn’t press Seth with questions since it seemed he preferred to continue with the Jung reply.

One episode like the sessions we sent you, held after those, turned out quite well; another, involving California, didn’t, as far as we know. [...]

[...] We didn’t realize this. [...]

[...] As I had last spring, I didn’t know whether my symptoms of unease were physical or mental, and was very concerned. [...]

[...] Yet all through the summer I didn’t think I’d fully bounced back from last spring’s rather drastic upsets. [...]

[...] I didn’t want to introduce negative elements into the day, especially so since her performance was much better than it had been last year when everyone had gotten together. [...]

(When I mentioned a session to Jane finally she said she didn’t really feel like it; she was getting relaxed, “really out of it,” and I could tell she’d rather not do it. [...]

[...] A few weeks earlier Jane had tentatively okayed with publicity the idea of doing an occasional radio-phone interview, based on the condition that first she obtain one of those desk microphones/telephones so that she didn’t have to hold the phone for an hour or more. [...]

[...] I finally realized that she didn’t really want to do such shows anymore, no matter whether the Sinful Self was involved or not. [...]

[...] I finally understood that Jane didn’t want to do any work involving publicity or interviews, and that for years now she’s bitterly—if unwittingly —resisted such demands, and that these unresolved pressures were having a devastating effect upon her physically. [...]

Why didn’t he go on television like other psychics, or have an organization, or at least have workshops, or seek out learned men and women “in the field,” when it seemed that the dictates of normal behavior would suggest such activity? [...]

[...] Jane moved almost constantly while posing unwittingly, and I had to work very rapidly while at the same time being careful she didn’t look up at the studio windows on the second floor and see what I was doing.

[...] At the time I made the drawing I wondered if Jane would sense the fact even though she didn’t see me. [...]

[...] Note that I didn’t indicate lawn, actually, in the sketch, although Jane’s cast shadow falls partly on the lawn.

(Jane didn’t have much to say about the map simile, but thought the ground crack idea pertinent. [...]

[...] That didn’t happen either. [...] At this time, Prentice-Hall sent us the first published copies of If We Live Again, but as proud as Jane and I are of that book, its appearance didn’t help her. [...]

[...] “I felt like when I got slow there a couple of times that it didn’t have anything to do with dozing off” she said, referring to a few longer pauses. [...]

We might have inserted some of this introductory material into that large gap in Dreams, since very important portions of it were acquired during that time, but we didn’t want to interrupt the sessions for the book with different subject matter. [...]

[...] She didn’t object, although I’m sure she would have done so—and strenuously—in earlier years.)

[...] P.M. I did a little mail but didn’t really get into the notes which are to be a part of the program. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t do any more on her manuscript for Magical Approach, nor anything about obtaining the medical help she’d mentioned on the first of December. [...]

[...] She didn’t start any new long-range writing project.¹⁰

[...] He didn’t seem upset and wasn’t as old in the dream as he would be now; still blonde.

[...] but at the same time while I felt this physically I didn’t feel it in my physical knees, but definitely in what I suppose you’d call my astral ones. [...]

[...] I’m not getting this clear but the feeling was like you’re supposed to demonstrate truth through your life and my symptoms sort of were the opposite, or indicated the opposite; not only didn’t I heal others but not even myself. [...]

[...] Jane did well, abruptly coming out of her exercise mode, and the girls didn’t notice anything. [...]

[...] She didn’t know if she could or not. [...]

[...] This feat enabled her to bring the session closer to her eyes, so that she didn’t have to read with it propped up against her knee—she held the papers where she wanted them. [...]

[...] Jane had said before the session started that her head didn’t want to stay back on the pillow—that it kept moving forward all by itself. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t seem to be aware that her manner had been very detached, dreamy. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t sound like Seth at all a good part of the time, and she realized this to some degree. [...]

[...] At the same time, Jane has been exercising a lot lately, and I’d rather she didn’t overdo this activity.

(Jane didn’t know whether she wanted a session tonight or not, but I suggested she have at least a short one, so Seth could say something about her moving ability.)

(We didn’t get to bed last night until 1 AM. [...]

[...] We didn’t discuss the dreams or the crying experience, or even read a session after breakfast. [...]

[...] I didn’t mention any of this to Jane, since she had done so well today, but do want to make note of my feelings here. [...]

[...] She didn’t remember the material, and was amazed that an hour had passed. [...]

[...] Her very active dream life had evidently included a lot of preparation for it, she added, but I didn’t ask her any questions that might open up more channels.

[...] I wasn’t able to be that open before this — I couldn’t accept a lot that was right there because it didn’t fit in with my beliefs.” [...]

[...] And—my eyes looked good enough so that I didn’t need to hide them with sunglasses; anyhow they are much better—in the last day or so they’re easier, I can feel them move easier.

Consciously, you didn’t know what you were up to; unconsciously, you knew very well. [...]

“I thought you didn’t believe that we had one?” Rob said, grinning. [...]

[...] It also includes a brief mention of flying saucers that I didn’t delete because of its obvious general interest. [...]

[...] I didn’t sit down and figure it out. [...]

[...] I suggested that if she didn’t sleep well tonight she call me, and I’d help her get up. [...]