“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And it was he, regretfully explaining that Billy had died an hour or so before. [...] He didn’t know why the cat had died…. [...]

[...] People continue to die of diseases. [...] It does not help a patient inoculated against smallpox and polio if [eventually] he dies of cancer as a result of his negative beliefs.⁴

[...] Billy was a replacement for our previous cat, Willy (who’d died in November 1976 at the age of 16), and we’d found him at an animal shelter the next weekend after Willy’s death; as far as having a pet to love went, we’d thought ourselves “set” for a number of years. [...]

[...] Before holding the 836th session, Jane had found herself mourning the possibility that Billy might die. [...]

[...] He was a woman medium in Boston, dying at 82 or 83 of cancer. [...] Two in particular were men, dreadfully afraid of death, and both dying of cancer.

[...] The old woman had just died, yet her last day was filled with activity and work. [...]

[...] Jane then had the feeling that somehow she, Jane, was the old woman who had died.

[...] One was a lawyer in his younger days but due to trouble he died poor.

[...] It is true to say that each individual dies alone, for no one else can die that death. It is also true that part of the species dies with each death, and is reborn with each birth, and that each private death takes place within the greater context of the existence of the entire species. [...]

Dying is a biological necessity, not only for the individual, but to insure the continued vitality of the species. Dying is a spiritual and psychological necessity, for after a while the exuberant, ever-renewed energies of the spirit can no longer be translated into flesh.

To some degree, epidemics and recognized illnesses serve the sociological purpose of providing an acceptable reason for death — a face-saving device for those who have already decided to die. This does not mean that such individuals make a conscious decision to die, in your terms: But such decisions are often semiconscious (intently). It might be that those individuals feel they have fulfilled their purposes — but such decisions may also be built upon a different kind of desire for survival than those understood in Darwinian terms.

[...] He dies when that desire no longer operates. No epidemic or illness or natural disaster — or stray bullet from a murderer’s gun — will kill a person who does not want to die.

[...] His father, Joe, had died at 2:00 p.m. John had just left the house, as Jane and I had left the rest home just before my mother died in November, 1973. [...]

He will not die, despite himself, so to speak. [...]

(“Right now,” Jane said, “the fear seems to be that despite myself I’m going to die.”

[...] The cat would have died that winter (four years ago). [...] In a part of his reality he did die that winter. [...]

[...] Rooney died February 5, 1973.)

Jane’s mother, Marie, died in 1972.

[...] They died in the early 1970s.

[...] She was 20 when he died in 1949, at 68.

[...] She had died in 1984. [...]

[...] It’s late October 1985 as I begin this Preface for her Seth, Dreams and Projection of Consciousness. As I have informed many correspondents, Jane died at 2:08 A.M. on Wednesday, September 5, 1984, after spending 504 consecutive days in a hospital in Elmira, N. Y. I was with her when she died. [...]

[...] Sue published her two-volume work, Conversations With Seth, in 1980-81; her father died two years later. [...] The three of us finally did meet — a few days after Sue’s mother had died on October 19. [...]

[...] I was obligated to spend many months finishing a Seth book — Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment — that we had started way back in September 1979, long before she went into the hospital; as I had planned to, I resumed work on that project the day after she died. [...]

In more specific terms, I’m organizing this rather short exploration of Jane’s death around these items; a loose chronology surrounding her writing of Seth, Dreams … in 1966-67, and our unsuccessful attempts to sell the book; my acceptance of the survival of the personality after physical death; a waking experience involving my sensing Jane very soon after she had died; a metaphor I created for her death; a dream in which I not only contacted her but gave myself relevant information; another metaphor for Jane’s death; my speculations about communication among entities, whether they’re physical or nonphysical; a letter that could be from the discarnate Jane — one that was sent to me by its recipient, a caring correspondent whom I’ll call Valerie Wood; a note I wrote to Sue Watkins about the death of her mother; some quotations from a published letter of mine; Jane’s notes concerning the relationship we had; and, finally, the poem in which she refers to her nonphysical journeys to come.

[...] She died in 1946 in the farmhouse kitchen. [...] She felt a sharp pain in her chest and died of a heart attack. [...]

[...] Her husband died two years ago [in 1962] in Marlborough, England. [...]

(Malba was highly amused at the plight of the clergy of different faiths, who had died. [...]

[...] You cannot know for sure what happened to those people who wanted to die. If they did not die of the disease, they may have “fallen prey” to an accident, or died in a war, or in a natural disaster.

[...] (Long pause.) Almost anyone can name a family member or friend who died 30 or 40 years ago of a disease that is now completely conquered. [...]

[...] A man or woman who is ready to die, if saved from one disease will promptly get another, or find a way of fulfilling that desire. [...]

[...] At that time she died an unfortunate death. You had nothing to do with the death, however, you felt guilty about the circumstances for she did not do well in her profession and died, indeed, of starvation in another town never having told her family where she was. She died in Bordeaux. [...]

Died last time when a small child. [...] Died of diphtheria, 1871 (See page 59 where I wrote 1671. [...] Died in a front upstairs bedroom. [...]

(“In what town or city in England did Dick die?”

[...] People who should have died ten years ago by such prognoses, still live, while others who it seems should have lived, died.

[...] There have been articles (in the newspapers) about people dying of broken hearts after long periods of time, when hearts were simply regarded as mechanical pumps. [...]

If you understand that people can die of broken hearts, however, in symbolic terms, then practically you may be able to use that knowledge. [...]

[...] People in seemingly good health, for example, all parts functioning normally as far as you know, medically, can suddenly die, or become ill, while no reason can be found. [...]

(“At what age did I die in that incarnation?”)

(“At what age did Seth die?”)

(“Does a person know immediately when he dies?”)

[...] Yet its time is limited, and the body’s survival is dependent upon the cell’s innate wisdom: The cell must die finally for the body to survive, and only by dying can the cell further its own development, and therefore insure its own greater survival. So the cell knows that to die is to live.

[...] Here cells die and are replaced. [...] (Intently:) While the cell dies physically, its inviolate nature is not betrayed. [...]

[...] The cell might gladly “die,” but the specifically oriented man-and-animal consciousness would not so willingly let go.

[...] He would “forget” there was a time to die. [...]

(John the Baptist was born between 8 and 4 B.C., and died in A.D. 26 to 27. Jesus Christ was born between 8 and 5 B.C., and died in A.D. 29 to 30. Paul [Saul] of Tarsus was born between A.D. 5 and 15 and died in A.D. 67 to 68.

[...] He died with a small group of men in a cave that he held as a point of refuge in the middle of a battle, killed by members of another sect. [...]

[...] Seth said in a session that the boy had been a sailor in several past lives and still regarded death by water as preferable to dying on land. [...] He died early so that his death would make her question, and search for answers. [...]

[...] Some of us are born so blessed with riches that we live in a world hardly imaginable to the majority of men, and others grow old and die in dark pockets of poverty, equally incomprehensible. [...]

[...] And what about children who die young, or servicemen killed in war? [...]

Why do some children die young—particularly gifted children with devoted parents? [...]

[...] No one dies under any circumstances who is not prepared to die. [...]

[...] Many individuals die young, for example, because they believe so strongly that old age represents a degradation of the spirit and an insult to the body. [...] Some quite frankly prefer to die in what others would consider to be the most dire circumstances — swept away by the raging waves of an ocean, or crushed in an earthquake, or battered by the winds of a hurricane.

Your own choice will dictate the way you die, as well as the time. [...]

[...] They know and yet pretend they do not know, but those who die in catastrophes choose the experience — the drama, even the terror when that occurs. [...]

[...] A man who kills with hatred will have his hatred to contend with, but he is not able to kill anyone who has not decided to die—and to die in a particular manner; that is, someone who wants his death blamed on another, who would not commit suicide, who would not choose a long illness—someone who is ready to die but does not want to deal with the circumstances, and wants indeed to be surprised by death.

[...] It is a disease that people have when they want to die — when they are ashamed to admit that they want to die, because death seems to fly against sane behavior. If the species struggles to survive, then how can individuals want to die?

[...] The chicken and the plant can choose to live or die, however — rather important issues in the existence of any entity. [...]

[...] People cannot admit that they want to die at certain times. [...]

[...] He died at 3 years, 4 months. He was born on a Thursday, June 10 at 6:08, and died on a Thursday in October, 1968 at 6:08, almost 4 years to the day from conception. [...]

[...] Jane was recommended to them by Ray Van Over; they wanted information on the death and attendant circumstances of their son Michael, who died last month at a little over 3 years of age.

...He wanted to give you an impetus, and his effect was far stronger when he died than had he lived, and he knew this... [...]

Now, I have lived and died many times, and you must admit (Seth speaks strongly and humorously, forcefully, eyes open) that you can sense my vitality; and so I can tell you that the vitality of the boy exists in as vital terms. [...]