“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was gone by the time I went to bed, but taught me that sometimes the old ideas and beliefs die hard. [...]

[...] Even if some birds do fall or die, this in no way impedes or undermines the faith of the others.

(Joseph Burdo died in 1948 at the age of 68. [...]

I Shall Die in the Springtime

I shall die in the Spring

[...] This happens whenever one of us is born or dies. [...]

[...] It is Alexander Anare (the “e” is silent), who died in 1906 and was a friend of her family. [...]

He protects his children and dies in so doing, and is born again in France in 1826, Bordeaux, a merchant. [...]

[...] (I told him more than once along the way that he’d better think twice—and more!— before taking on the job of publishing eight-to-ten books.) Jane died on September 5,1984, at the age of 55. [...]

[...] Well, according to him that old guy has lived and died many times. [...]

(Note that here Seth implies that Senator Kennedy, who was alive at the time of this session, would die. In fact the Senator did die the next morning, close to 5 AM, EDT.)

[...] In one way they act as physicians, but they are also the patient who dies.

[...] When the first brother, or rather President Kennedy died, then it was known that this present situation would occur, and Bob Kennedy knew this very nearly at a conscious level.

[...] Jane and I were saddened Monday morning to discover that our black cat, Rooney, had died unexpectedly during the night. [...]

It is believed that the self must shed its ego and die symbolically in order that the inner self can be free.

The child may go from one illness to another, or simply display an odd disinclination for life — a lack of enthusiasm, until finally in some cases the child dies at an early age. [...]

[...] Such young people die of sickness or accident, but go to their deaths like children after a splendid day. [...]

(Blanche died last February, and Jane had many emotional connections with her from years past; in addition Jane had recently received correspondence from Blanche’s closest friend, Anne Healy, in Baltimore. [...]

[...] Anne had a sister, died at a very young age… a baptism… a rosary…Blanche Adele… Anne wore blue and a note…”

([Joel:] “But you didn’t care if the Indians lived or died or survived or moved out or what happened?”

([Joel:] “You knew that Indian men and women and children were dying. [...]

[...] They realized they were mortal, and must die, but their greater awareness of Framework 2 allowed them a larger identification, so they understood that death was not only a natural necessity, but also an opportunity for other kinds of experience and development (see Note 1 for Session 803).

[...] Both animals and men must die. [...]

(Our dog Mischa died in 1963. [...]

I believe (pause), he belongs in a litter born in approximately the same area that he died. [...]

[...] (See my files.) On the other hand, you telepathically picked up from memory of a period in his life when he was afraid that he might die. [...]

[...] There were fewer suicides, for those who survived, survived because of their own intent, their own desire, and the young died when it seemed natural to them. They died naturally, that is, and wholeheartedly, and were not torn between life and death.

[...] And the most expert athlete can die in his tracks. [...]

(“Maybe Fort Charlotte, where prisoners died.”)

A queen who dies on Friday in another land has something to do with the battle.

[...] Then Jane died in 1984, at the age of 55. [...]

[...] The day after Jane died I went back to work, finishing the last two Seth books to meet long-overdue publishing deadlines. [...]

[...] The tailor may be dancing or dying or getting married. Later, in waking life, you may discover that a friend of yours, a Mr. Taylor (spelled), has a party, or dies, or gets married, whatever the case may be; yet you might never connect the dream with the later event because you did not understand the way that words and images can be united in your dreams.

[...] Our old cat, Willy One, died last November 5. A few days later we obtained Willy Two from Stray Haven in Waverly, New York. [...]

[...] He was not predestined to die. [...]

(Bernice M.: “Regardless of who chose, it was destined that he die.”)

[...] Before long, I began to speak for a personality called Malba Bronson, who told Rob that she had died in South Dakota in 1946 at the age of forty-six. [...]

Malba insisted that she was the same girl I saw die in Levonshire, England, in my earlier trance, except that her death had taken place when she was fourteen, not seventeen as I had reported. [...]

[...] This led Rob to wonder what had caused our three animals to die shortly before the sessions began.

If, for example, our tree bark grew fearful of stormy weather and began to harden itself against the elements, in a well-meaning but distorted protective spirit, then the tree would die. [...]

According to what she told us, she died in the farmhouse kitchen. [...] She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and died of a heart attack. [...]

[...] He died in 1962 in Marlboro, England. [...]

[...] She was highly amused at the plight of the clergymen of different faiths, who had died, because the circumstances were so different than those they had expected.