“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I am speaking generally here, for remember that your individual beliefs, thoughts, and emotions cause your reality, so no person dies ahead of his or her time. [...]

Again, however, no individual dies of cancer or AIDS, or any other condition, until they themselves have set the time.

[...] Then she added, “I know he’s going into at least two other things in this chapter, too: that at certain times people mostly died in their 30’s, say, at one period, and usually lived to be very old in another. [...]

[...] When I asked him again what he would do if he didn’t get into our place, he said, “Why, I think Fred will die. [...] He’ll just die. [...]

[...] She’s going to die soon.” [...]

“If you don’t let me in your house I’ll just die,” Fred said. [...]

[...] I also believed him when he finally sat down in the driveway and said he was prepared to die in the cold. [...]

[...] I cannot help speaking humorously, but you must die many times before you enter this particular plane of existence. [...] Sometimes when you die you do not realize it, but birth almost always implies a sharp and sudden recognition. [...] And I, who have died more times than I care to tell, write this book to tell you so.)

[...] Jane feared that if she got Marie mad, Marie would get sick and die. Marie used to tell Jane it was her fault the mother was sick, and that it was also her fault that Jane’s grandmother died, and the housekeeper. [...]

[...] Most of you, my readers, understand that if you did not sleep you would die. [...]

[...] He was terrified that his mother had died during the night when he was very young, and could not help him. [...] In the deepest trouble he doubted your feeling for him also, and in exaggerated panic felt that you would feel released if he died, as he felt that he would feel released as an adolescent if his mother died. [...]

[...] I believe that the wife’s mother will die first, but I do not want this sent to the son-in-law. [...] A woman very close to the wife, I believe, now, will die before her and be waiting for her.

[...] Still strongly on my part the feeling that she waits for some event, or that some large event will occur, and that she will not die before it happens.

(“What year did I die, in Boston?”

[...] In one way or another, most people are aware of a desire for death before they die — a desire they usually do not consciously acknowledge. [...] The mouse may die, and a cell might die as a result of the virus, but the connotations applied to such events are also the results of beliefs. [...]

(“In what year did she die?”)

(“Give us the name of the town or city in which you died.”)

(“In what year did Saros die?”)

(“How old was Saros when he [or she] died?”)

He and your other brother who died at 9 were in Europe for at least part of the same time, though Loren died at a fat and sassy monkish 81. [...] I see him also England 13th century, as a shepherd dying at the age of 33. [...]

The bedroom in which your brother died was yellow. [...]

[...] See page 49.), and died at the age of 9. I do not believe that the church is still standing or that any records will be found. [...]

(Incidentally, Willy One died on November 5, last year.)

[...] The day before Willy (One) died, his expectations were no different than they were when he was a kitten. [...]

[...] The body must die. [...]

[...] You are alive now, a consciousness knowing itself, sparkling with cognition amid a debris of dead and dying cells; alive while the atoms and molecules of your body die and are reborn. [...]

If the cells did not die and were not replenished, the physical image would not continue to exist, so now in the present, as you know it, your consciousness flickers about your ever-changing corporeal image.

As mentioned earlier, all through your lifetime, portions of that body die, and the body that you have now does not contain one particle of physical matter that “it” had, say ten years ago. [...]

(Miss Callahan, with whom some of the early sessions were concerned, died this past week. [...]

[...] When the man called your father dies his energy will return to the self who is waiting. [...]

[...] If not he will die or be largely incapacitated.

There will be a joyous gathering together of his identity when the body dies. [...]

[...] I said I wanted information on whether she wanted to live or die — or whether she was trying to die her own natural death, in line with that excellent information in Mass Events. [...]

(In interpreting those passages, I saw that Jane would have died, given her own choice, a couple of years ago, but her plan was interfered with by me and the hospital personnel. [...]

My life is its own definition.
So is yours.
Let us leave the priests
to their hells and heavens,
and confine
the scientists
to their dying universe,
with its
accidentally created stars.
Let us each dare
to open our dream’s door,
and explore
the unofficial thresholds,
where we begin.

(Her father, Del, had died on November 16, at 7:30 AM, in Daytona Beach, Florida. [...]

(Del’s mother, Mattie, died perhaps 19 or 20 years ago.)

[...] (Del died at 66, very suddenly, of a cerebral hemorrhage.) He was very uneasy about Ruburt, until Ruburt met you, and he then turned Ruburt over to you.

[...] (Dorothy, Mattie’s sister, died a year or so ago at a very advanced age.) His emotional direction however was always with his mother. [...]

Today at 9.40 AM a telegram from Anne Healy informed me that Blanche Price died early today. [...]

A mother who… Dropped dead at 35, or something happened drastically to change her, no, died at number 35, or had a psychological tragedy. [...]

[...] Ruth’s mother died at 35, shortly after giving birth to Ruth.)

[...] No, died at #35; or had a psychological tragedy, seems to be Rachel’s mother. [...]

[...] Rachel’s mother died at 35, shortly after giving birth to Rachel.) Also home in the country that seems to belong to your family or husbands. [...]

(Smile:) I am quite aware of the distorted religious connections made here: Die to yourself and you will be reborn; you will not kill yourself. What you think of as the self dies and is reborn constantly, as the cells of your body do. [...]

Give us a moment… The cat would have died that winter. [...] In a part of his reality he did die that winter. [...]

[...] In the regular course of events it will change into another ego, but while losing its “dominant” status it will not die to itself. [...]

(Our cat, Rooney, died a week ago, as described at the beginning of the 638th session. [...]

[...] It seems to you quite definitely that you come alive and die. [...]

[...] You accepted a body, and that body will die. [...]

[...] In that framework you are born and die, and in a definite sequence. [...]