“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “I was getting a lot of other stuff, too, but it doesn’t belong in the book so Seth didn’t say it,” Jane told me, “about different people we met during the flood thing.” [...]

1. Seth didn’t say that we also had a small-bore rifle (which has yet to be fired, even now), and a few medical supplies in our stock…. [...]

[...] I explained that by the question I didn’t mean I wanted a host of predictions or gaudy claims; I was merely curious to see what Seth might say concerning the two guests we expected. [...] I didn’t realize it was so late when I asked the question however, and so told Jane to forget it if she wanted to, and to consider the session over. [...]

[...] At first she didn’t want to tell me what he’d said until after lunch, but I persuaded her to tell all. [...]

[...] Each time I picked up a cat, I discovered that I didn’t have Billy. [...]

[...] At times I’ve even wondered if I recorded the dream accurately, since in it I didn’t see him having a heart attack, only rubbing his chest area with Margaret helping him, and myself there as only a witness. [...]

[...] She didn’t tell me this or show it to me until I had wheeled her back to the card table. [...]

[...] What the three women didn’t know at the time was that the three of us were helping nature out a little, making the free end of the table rise by conscious physical pressure from our hands.

[...] Seth didn’t help us out here and I neglected to ask him to after break, but in view of later data Jane and I believe this applies to the design on the Draft Beer can, furnishing the cap used as one of the envelope objects. [...]

[...] Jane said she didn’t speak the initials aloud because she thought they might refer to my father, and that this was a distortion. [...]

(Nor is it true that we didn’t believe him; merely that along the way the slow daily passage of time, with its inevitable delays, etc. [...]

I didn’t hear her speak. I know she didn’t do as beautifully as she does for me in your own living room, and I am sure she spoke in her own voice. [...]

(“Credit my subconscious then, for I didn’t sit down and figure it out.”)

[...] I didn’t say this at the time, but told Rob later.

[...] “I didn’t have any bigger vision, and I didn’t know how far to go along with it. [...]

(But now, at 11:40, Jane didn’t know whether to end the session, as I’d suggested earlier, or continue. [...]

[...] It might be impressive to say that she didn’t see the script until it was finished. We decided that it didn’t matter whether she did or not, though, so she will read this material when I finish typing it up.)

[...] I told Jane I hadn’t asked questions because I didn’t know whether the data were way off, or there were connections I didn’t understand.

[...] Jane said her impression of the woman in question was of a person more masculine than usual for a female, but she didn’t voice this during the session. [...]

[...] He didn’t know about a message however.)

(Some notes added later: Dick Bach felt that he didn’t really write Seagull himself. [...]

[...] Dick didn’t claim authorship. [...]

[...] [A note added later: But as things developed, he didn’t begin alluding to it until Chapter Ten.]

2. I didn’t finish this little note until June, 1973: Seth discusses probabilities in Chapters Fourteen and Fifteen, and reincarnation in Chapter Nineteen, although both subjects are mentioned elsewhere in the book. [...]

[...] I didn’t care what it was, I’d do it.” [...]

[...] Afterward she tried the brand of liquid vitamins I’d bought on the way home last night; she said they tasted better than the hospital’s brand — but I didn’t see vitamin C or E listed on the label. [...]

[...] I agreed to it, and told Jane, but we didn’t really want to go. [...]

[...] Although I’d read of people being attacked by demons or the like while they were “projecting,” I just didn’t believe in demons. [...] I didn’t have time to wonder, because it bit me several times on the hand. [...]

[...] He has never tried to bully me into giving up the habit, merely saying that it didn’t help my overall health or development).

[...] At this time I really didn’t believe in reincarnation, but I said to Rob, “Well, what have I got to lose? [...]

I didn’t know what to do or say. [...]

[...] I repeated my thought that it didn’t matter how many Seth books she piled up ahead of contract, or publication: That was certainly a more creative and exciting position to be in than if one didn’t have anything ahead. [...]

(We gave up our regularly scheduled sessions last week, and spent a great deal of time correcting the proofs for Volume 1 of “Unknown.”³ In fact, I didn’t finish my part of the job until midnight Sunday; then early this morning I mailed the whole thing to Tam Mossman, Jane’s editor at Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] She didn’t seem to be very taken with it. [...]

[...] Yet Jane didn’t come out of trance. [...]

[...] I didn’t get to 330 until after 2:00 PM because I had a dental appointment; and from then on we were so busy the time passed like a breeze. [...]

[...] “I told them I’d refuse to be a floater,” Georgia said, meaning she didn’t want to be constantly shifted around. [...]