“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A late afternoon shower had helped cool things down, although it didn’t last long enough. [...] I replied that I didn’t know any blue hornets with which to make comparisons. [...]

[...] She’d thought of death, but didn’t want to do that to me. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t know about trying an emotional subject like an autobiography with someone else, though. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] I didn’t advise that, for yesterday morning she’d ended up very depressed after pursuing it right after breakfast. [...]

[...] Yet I’m certain I didn’t feel guilty. [...]

(I didn’t know who would be speaking tonight. [...]

[...] I didn’t read the session to her right after breakfast. [...]

[...] Its own domain could literally be threatened or obliterated if it didn’t act within bounds. Jane listened, but didn’t get anything from Seth in answer, so it’s for next time. [...]

[...] As a result of our work with the pendulum this morning, Jane was so relaxed by session time that she didn’t know whether she could manage a session. [...]

[...] I didn’t ask Seth to clear anything. [...]

[...] I didn’t plan particularly to ask Seth about any of this tonight; I was angry at myself and not in the mood to delve into anything, actually.

(“I didn’t want to be rigid in my ideas, and the way I expressed them.”)

I know very well that there were evenings when I “should” have held our regular Seth session, but didn’t, for reasons also forgotten. Perhaps I didn’t feel up to par, or sat at my desk, involved in my own writing. [...]

[...] So, the material I received didn’t come from Paul Cézanne per se, but from his world view.

[...] After though, Pat Norelli (I think it was her, though she didn’t look like Pat particularly) myself and two young men were climbing along a high ledge toward the top of the gigantic theater. [...]

(But I didn’t.

[...] It seemed like a strange idea to me, but I didn’t have time to think about it at the moment. I didn’t have time to really think about what I’d been saying myself, but I hoped there was something to it, and that discussing it would offer her some help in the form of improved health. [...]

(Jane didn’t particularly look like she wanted to hold a session, though, and said she felt some resistance to the idea. [...]

(Jane said that the reasons she didn’t have a session for Tom and friends were that her own feelings were against her doing so even though she’d had the spontaneous urge, and that she was also tired because of her symptoms and sitting on the couch for so long. [...]

[...] I didn’t know where Billy’s littermate Mitzi was, though. [...]

[...] I told her it raised many questions, but that I didn’t think anyone, at any time, had dealt better with the “origin” of our universe, our world, our history.

[...] I didn’t know it was that definite until the end of the session, though…. [...]

[...] “It” may not be entirely satisfactory either, but Jane and I didn’t question Seth about it: We prefer that designation because it encompasses any kind of sexual orientation and/or function within All That Is. [...]

(When I arose early on the 26th so that I could wrap the proofs for mailing, however, I noticed that Billy didn’t appear to feel well. [...]

[...] He didn’t know why the cat had died…. [...]

[...] Even though he didn’t call this 840th session book dictation, we’re presenting part of it here because the material fits in so well with his themes for Mass Events.)

“Years ago such spontaneous objections of mine really bothered me,” she continued, “and I’d sit and mentally argue with Seth so that the session didn’t begin right away; it only started after I mentally shut up. [...]

[...] We have two rooms and Rob could hide the kitten, and keep a litter box hidden too — how I didn’t know.”

(Jane didn’t actually see Sue during the experience — she just knew Sue was there, talking to her. [...]

[...] He said Jane could die, but obviously she didn’t. He was correct in mentioning anemia, incorrect about liver and spleen problems, as far as we know. [...]

[...] Obviously, we didn’t want to use the tape before.

(I could only reply that I didn’t know of a book called The Practicing Idealist. [...]

(But I didn’t want Seth to go yet. [...]

(Jane said that she’d felt like having a session several times recently, but that obviously I didn’t since I’d fall asleep on the couch, and so forth. But tonight, when we wanted to have one to get back on the ball, she said she didn’t have any feeling for a session at all.

[...] “I didn’t have a thing in my head.”)

[...] We planned for a session last night but it didn’t develop.

[...] I still felt we didn’t know the whole story about the eyes, as well as the other symptoms, and that Jane may have inhibited some material on those topics.

[...] I didn’t make the question clear enough, so Seth answered it in more immediate terms—which is also valuable information, of course, that we can act upon. [...]

[...] I’d immediately suspected that he called us because he needed help that he wasn’t getting from his parents, but didn’t say this to him. [...]

[...] I didn’t really know whether his attraction to the woman involved had become obsessive, but did think elements of such a state were possibly involved. [...]

[...] Note: Cohen’s letter is dated October 13—yet according to Tam’s note on it, and postmark, he didn’t receive it until October 21—8 days later.

[...] I didn’t walk as Seth suggested. [...]