“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane listed Seth’s families of consciousness last month in Session 732, but wound up the evening’s work thinking that several years ago, soon after she’d initiated the Sumari breakthrough, Sue had psychically tuned in on the name of a second family of consciousness — one that Seth didn’t give in the 732nd session. [...]

[...] The rejection didn’t completely close out our interest here — or Seth’s either — but it did help us put the whole matter in better perspective. [...]

[...] I facetiously replied that if the information didn’t fit into “Unknown” Reality we’d “force it to.” [...]

(A clarification: Seth didn’t actually suggest that Jane and I buy the “1964 house.” [...]

[...] I had the book wrapped for mailing today, but I didn’t leave the house. [...]

[...] But if I don’t have a session tonight, then in the next one I’ll want to know why it didn’t happen this time. [...]

[...] At the same time, Bill looked up at me and I thought he was smiling; or at least he didn’t appear to be worried.

[...] She didn’t appear to be worried about my predicament.

[...] Now that we had a little information, I thought we could wait for more if she didn’t care to continue. [...]

[...] She had but one image during the envelope data—of white notepaper with blue lines upon it, and she didn’t know whether this came from Seth or herself.

[...] It didn’t help us.

[...] She didn’t know whether this image came from Seth or herself.

This is the first time since the sixties that the Gallaghers have ever mentioned those paintings to us also; although they’ve been to Lib’s many times in those years … It’s also interesting that Peg didn’t see the fourth painting, either … She and I seem to “pick up” from each other fairly well, according to past instances…

Why didn’t Rob pick up the inner information and begin the discussion instead of me, since they’re his paintings? [...]

[...] So I granted them as fair-enough predictions, particularly in summertime when normal associations didn’t usually involve snow. [...]

(“I didn’t plan it all for tonight,” I said. [...] Would you rather I didn’t say anything?”

[...] I also wanted to know what she meant about feeling good, when this noon she’d spent much time listing all the ways in which she didn’t feel good, today. [...]

[...] The long breaks when Seth didn’t dictate may have come when I got particularly concerned about the material, the wisdom of presenting it to the world, etc. [...]

(“Yes,” I said, although I didn’t have the opposing lists arranged as neatly as they’re shown here. [...]

(Jane didn’t call me last night. [...]

[...] It was very small, and dark-colored; she didn’t know whether it would get larger at a later time, or what. [...]

[...] I didn’t see as much of them by the time I was in high school, then college. [...]

[...] I didn’t know him. [...]

[...] That’s why I wrote those notes — but I didn’t take the time to discuss them with Jane.”)

[...] Now, futilely, I wonder why I didn’t try painting images from my dreams at a much earlier age; and why one so seldom hears about other artists doing the same thing. [...]

(Before the session I explained that I didn’t think feelings of hopelessness had much to do with it, since if the background fears were dispensed with the body would automatically right itself, and those feelings would vanish. [...] I said I needed reinforcement myself over my fears about her condition, and she answered that she might have to initiate a program of walking with the table, soon, if she didn’t spontaneously start doing more walking.

(Jane then said she had a bunch of concepts to tell us about, but didn’t want to experience them now, so she called to me. [...] She said she didn’t know how or what she used to speak to me, but had hold of something. [...]

[...] We now explained something to John about the other personality, since he didn’t know anything about it.

[...] The rain didn’t bother the birds at all: a pair of cardinals, several red-winged blackbirds, some phoebes, various warblers, and a group of mourning doves. [...]

[...] “I didn’t quite get it through, about the end justifying the means. [...]

[...] One of the complications I didn’t mention is Iran’s deepening confrontation with Iraq, another Moslem nation on Iran’s western border. [...]

[...] We didn’t know this place [the hill house] even existed then. Hell, we didn’t even know the street existed.”

[...] Perhaps Seth likes some of those other versions of ourselves more than he does us. ( I didn’t ask him if I was right, though.) It might even be that his favorite Jane inhabits one probable reality, his favorite Rob another. [...]

(“Probably because I didn’t see any concrete results.”)

(“Why didn’t he negate my attitude?”)

(“He didn’t say anything about it.”)

(Jane wasn’t worried while speaking, and didn’t force anything. Tonight she felt some of the energy of last Monday, but didn’t feel she could do anything with it— she just enjoyed soaking it up.

[...] She didn’t recall any of’ the material after the part about soaking up energy.

[...] Professional matters were also involved, so their conversation lasted until 10:47 p.m. We didn’t go back to the session. [...]

[...] But until lately I didn’t really feel that was wrong; or feel that I was... [...]