“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “The idea of people we know coming to sessions doesn’t bother me at all,” she said. [...]

[...] It doesn’t seem tonight’s material would fit in here either

[...] I don’t think it’s the kind of thing, for example, if it doesn’t check out we are not going to say, ‘Well, Bill, you’re a fake, go away.”)

[...] 2. Why doesn’t he cultivate them and put them to use? [...]

[...] We’re curious about all of those other disciplines in the arts, sciences, and humanities, of course, so we always look forward to such visitors — though sometimes any new relationship “takes,” and sometimes it doesn’t.

[...] I don’t think it any coincidence that Jane contacted Eleanor, who is the editor for Dick Bach, who is a counterpart of Jane’s. [Jane first called Pat Golbitz, but Pat was out of her office—so Pat doesn’t get to see Emir first.]

[...] Although we now see that we should have said more—interrupted more—such behavior doesn’t appear to be too easy for us, whether because of beliefs or what. [...]

[...] As far as we know 3 PM doesn’t figure in the envelope data, but a trio, meaning Bill, Don and me, does. [...]

[...] 7 PM doesn’t enter in however. [...]

[...] Jane remembers all of those feelings, yet doesn’t feel them, she said. [...]

[...] But she doesn’t know whether it is of brick or wood, for instance; she last saw it about 1952. [...]

(The name doesn’t help me identify any such person. [...]

[...] As she progresses with them Jane doesn’t know whether they’ll end up as a book, or even whether she’ll do anything at all with them. [...]

[...] “The right leg doesn’t want to go back the way it was,” she said, as it moved outward again. [...]

[...] All of the mail doesn’t need answering, of course, but the other day we estimated that with very little help from me Jane now replies to around 2,000 letters a year. [...]

(I mentioned to Jane a question I’d thought of during the session but hadn’t interrupted to ask: If the subconscious can reason, as Seth tells us, why doesn’t it understand that at times it can go too far sometimes?—that obviously the idea of selfprotection can be very damaging if carried to extremes. [...]

[...] She sips Coke but doesn’t eat. [...]

[...] But in the first case she doesn’t know where she goes.

The dreamer, whatever his age, job or family background, is considered most suspect, for it seems that he doesn’t even have a craft to excuse his moral laziness. [...]

(Seth’s remark stemmed from the fact that Jane’s hair was continually falling over her forehead and eyes; she had taken to brushing it back often; usually her glasses would keep the hair out of her eyes, but as a rule she doesn’t wear glasses in trance.)

[...] It doesn’t bother me,” Jane said when I asked her what she thought of Seth’s material. [...]