“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The following day, we learned that a young Italian man had died — a former neighbor who had lived in this apartment house some time before; hence, the connection with our landlord in the dream. [...] The next day, I heard that a friend of Lanna’s had died. [...]

[...] Therefore, it is possible for our Frederick to become ill this year at the smell of a particular perfume because, say, subconsciously he knows that in 1980 his mother will be wearing it when she dies. [...]

[...] Malba said she was the girl I spoke about dying early in Levonshire, England, but that she died at 14 and not 17, as I said. [...]

[...] She said that she died in South Dakota in 1946, at the age of 46, and that presently she inhabited a “midplane.” [...]

[...] It is an elm that died a few years ago, and possessed a very beautiful and symmetrical shape. [...]

“Die by his own hand.” [...]

[...] Jane said the reference to suicide doesn’t fit Ruby, murderer of the president’s assassin, unless he in turn dies by his own hand.

[...] He died once simply as a result of acting without thought, forethought, on the impulse of the moment.

With all of this he helped many, and died at an old age. [...]

[...] She said her psyche did rise up to protect her many times — otherwise she’d have died, of course. [...]

(A note added later: I met Ruth Klebert in Gerould’s drugstore yesterday, October 31, 1986— she looked okay—has had cancer and a heart attack—knew Jane had died—asked about Seth. [...]

[...] Blanche died last February 2, 1967, and the cards were sent to Jane by Blanche’s friend, Anne Healy; Anne wrote a letter, also, that Jane received on January 2.

[...] Stella Butts had died in November 1973, at 81.

[...] It is impossible for any being to be sterile, for any idea to die, or any ability to go unfulfilled.

[...] Although Jane’s father, and my own, had died the previous year (in 1971), our mothers were still living: Jane’s in a nursing home in upstate New York, and mine at the Butts family home in Sayre, Pennsylvania, which is only 18 miles from Elmira and just south of the New York State border. [...]

[...] Jane’s mother was to die within three months of our return home, mine over a year later (in November 1973).

(Pause.) Now your father could die this evening. [...]

(And of course my father did not die this evening.)

[...] Many hundreds have died in bitter internal factional disputes. Under the clergy this year several hundred others have already been executed as Islamic law is enforced, and thousands more are to die. [...]

In Mass Events, along with TMI Seth had discussed the tragedy of Jonestown—where in November 1978 over 900 Americans had died [by murder or suicide] for a religious cause in faraway Guyana, South America. [...]

(Long pause at 9:26.) There is, beneath it all, an important unity, a sense of communion, as one portion of earth’s living consciousness dies to insure the continued life of all nature. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] The body finally became so desperate to free itself of that rigid Sinful-Self superhuman image that it took itself into the hospital for a month—even if it did almost die in order to get itself in there. [...]

The four of you are psychically good for each other, and you should not let the relationship die. [...]

(“In what year did you die?”)

(Seth also said that Jane and I would die within a short time of each other, when our earthly work was finished. [...] I do not recall if the dream book, now at Ace, was mentioned; or if others were.[Jane died in 1984. [...]

[...] They bought the “new” house, however, and it remained in the family until 1972 — a year after my father’s death, a year before my mother was to die.

[...] I could hardly ask her, since she’d died five months ago, but Stella Butts could have known the owners, and been in their home; she could have liked it inordinately …

[...] Either he is getting weaker in position, is stepping out, or is dying. [...]

[...] They knew they (did not die). [...]

[...] And when you died, they ate your flesh and burned your bones and buried them in a circle around the image. [...]