“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

([Gene]: “Doesn’t this presume that the hearer is accustomed to listening to the inner voice?”)

[...] He doesn’t understand the chasms over which he so blithely flies. [...]

[...] “Fred doesn’t. But he’s awfully cold....” [...] It doesn’t matter. [...]

[...] She doesn’t enjoy the protection a scientist does, who probes into a particular subject in depth, then makes a learned report on it from an “objective” position that’s safely outside the field of study. [...] She’s tough in ways that science, for instance, doesn’t understand at all.

[...] It’s interesting to ask how even extensive accepted credentials would help her respond to the extremes of feeling with which she and Seth are sometimes greeted: the outright rejection or the sheer adulation — or the threats she receives on occasion from those who say they’ll commit suicide if Seth doesn’t come through with a session for them immediately.

[...] I told her I think the Seth material touches upon those fears, but doesn’t eradicate their emotional content and force. [...]

[...] Seth doesn’t get all the way through his analysis, but promises to in an early session. [...]

(My account of the dream doesn’t mention my actually coming to the surface of the water, but does deal with my holding my breath so that I will automatically rise to the surface; I had no doubt in the dream that I would do so. [...]

[...] “The body doesn’t want to do that right now....” [...]

[...] But then, Seth said Jane doesn’t have arthritis—so that’s what we’ve been going by. [...]

[...] This doesn’t mean that I make believe we have no challenges, but that I for one refuse to dwell upon them, so as to not draw forth unwanted probabilities. [...]

[...] Jane doesn’t create a reality in which the event is absent from her memory, or never happened, that I know of.

[...] It doesn’t seem to work out: staff is too busy.)

[...] It doesn’t seem possible to her that she’ll be able to walk on it even if she does straighten it out. [...]

[...] Jane told me that Joseph, representing my own entity, smiled broadly at her in a way the painting actually doesn’t. The expression in the eyes changed first, the smile spreading from them down to the mouth. [...]

(Jane doesn’t particularly like the painting, and has never seen this change in it before.

[...] Not that she doesn’t have her failures, but her work has greatly improved since we met in 1954, and in ways that I hadn’t foreseen for her. [...] This doesn’t mean that I’m knocking my own abilities in any way. [...] When painting she knows a release from time, care, and responsibility that she doesn’t experience otherwise—and surely that pleasure emphasizes qualities of living that Seth has always stressed. [...]

[...] Seth doesn’t come from some separate, more exalted portion of Jane’s psyche that’s off limits to her when she’s writing her own books. As he’s often said himself, he isn’t omnipotent: Like Jane, he shrinks from being a guru—and I stress that Seth doesn’t hold that attitude just because Jane does. [...]

[...] “The poetry itself doesn’t need a final draft—just the essays.”

Jane doesn’t agree with my doubts. [...]

[...] Jane met Blanche in 1948 in Saratoga Springs, and doesn’t know whether Blanche and Anne knew each other in 1938. [...]

[...] And doesn’t affect you personally, necessarily.”)

[...] I thought that was perfectly natural, but extending those feelings for the next 30 years would seem to be too much in nature’s scheme—as I’ve said before, it doesn’t seem to me that nature necessarily wants things to work that way, while making perfectly possible the fact that they can, if one chooses. [...]

[...] When I asked her if she was up to her old tricks, she said, “I know what I’m doing — but that doesn’t mean I can’t goof up once in a while.”

(“Why doesn’t he think he’s wonderful himself?”)

(“Then why doesn’t he do it?”)

[...] At the same time, Jane doesn’t know how she did it—the action evidently was the way it should be, largely automatic. [...]

[...] When Andrew called I went to see him, showing him the two latest communications from Blue Cross, with the new claim numbers for Jane’s account; he copied them, and reiterated that the company was stalling: “It helps their cash flow, but it doesn’t do anything for ours.” [...]