“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane was sure “death of a dog” referred to the last dental appointment she had had previous to May 5,1965. This would be 3 years ago; Jane said she recalled this vividly because our dog, Mischa, died within two days or so of that long-ago appointment. [...]

[...] Name beginning with an M, and ending with an A, and a connection with a dog. [...]

[...] Flowers, and death of a dog. [...]

The death of a dog you interpreted correctly, but the death and flowers and service applied, also, all together, to the death of the parent.

[...] I took a shower, ate breakfast and fed the cats, put the trash out to be picked up by the service we subscribe to, and gave both Classie and “Black Dog” — whose name, Margaret Bumbalo told me, is Missy — snacks of dry cat food. Both dogs belong to a neighbor.

[...] Her denial was both funny and dogged, for I could see that she was tired. [...]

(With some amusement:) I think that your painting of the dog is excellent.

[...] the one in which I’m kneeling at the kitchen storm door and thrusting my hand through the glass to touch Gus, the dog who belongs to our neighbors across the street. [...]

[...] We had our dog Mischa with us. [...]

[...] Also had dog with you that other time.

[...] “The color yellow” we think is a strong connection to the drawing of the dog; Dick recently obtained a puppy for his children, and when Jane and I asked David to describe the dog he called it orange at first, then yellow.

[...] The test object was a ball-point pen drawing of a dog; my four-year-old nephew made it while my brother Bill’s family and Jane and I visited my parents last Sunday. [...]

[...] We think David’s drawing of the dog can be called an “upright composition.” [...]

[...] [I read later that females and the young live in groups, the adult males usually alone—perfectly suitable accommodations of consciousness for raccoons!] “Coons can’t run fast,” Floyd told us, “and big dogs will attack ‘em if they catch them out in the open in the daytime. But that coon could kill even a big dog, if it got cornered.” [...]

[...] If you think of a dog for example, quite unconsciously you form the image of a dog, which you do then perceive.

I mentioned at one time the unfortunate occurrence of your dog’s illness. The dog, of course, created and maintained his own physical construction, but you saw only your own construction of him.

The dog, for reasons that I will go into later, did not have your capacity for drawing upon energy. [...]

(Also at this same time: Lower center of my field of vision; I saw a pack of dogs of various breeds and sizes, one of them a Dalmatian. [...]

[...] Bill Gallagher sees a dog-eat-dog world, and, as mentioned earlier, animals have an entirely different meaning to Bill.

[...] This was a period in which I had a series of potent dreams that Jane has done a lot of work interpreting [including my famous dog dream of March 31, 1979], and which could easily make up several chapters in a book on the subject, if we had the time to produce it. [...]

Now you think of dogs as friends of man, and you personify gods in human terms. [...] They have personalities — certainly to the same extent that dogs do, yet of an entirely different nature. [...]

(Amused:) An atom can take care of itself, but atoms themselves are somewhat like domesticated animals; joining in the biological family of the body, to some extent they become like friendly cats or dogs under your domain.

[...] A dog may remember where he saw his master last, but without being able to summon the memory, and operating without the kind of mental associations that you use. [...]

The dog does not recall joyful appreciation of his own state of grace from a past, nor anticipate a recurrence in any future. [...]

Ego in its own way senses these particular potentialities also; merely senses them as say a dog might sniff danger, and it directs its efforts to block them. A frightened dog takes very careful handling, or you may lose a hand and gain very little.

It happened so quickly that Ruburt’s old dog of an ego was taken by surprise almost completely, and the whole affair might have been successful, as far as its purpose being achieved, had not a quick preliminary sensation caused the ego to rouse from its pleasant doze.

[...] You both do need privacy for your work and because of your natures, but if you try to find a home with no dogs or children within miles, then in another way you are doing what Sam Levine is trying to do, only in your own way. [...]

[...] If the sound of children’s voices, or dogs, even in the distance, annoys you, then you are doing a Dr. Levine in your own ways.

(I added that a great attraction here in recent years has been my ever-growing appreciation of the glimpses I get of the wildlife in the area, from the deer to the geese, rabbits, chipmunks, ‘coons, dogs, cats and what-have-you. [...]

(“You once, a long time ago, said something about a dog fragment.” [...]

Again however, the dog consciousness was its own. [...]

[...] There is a connection with this item and a dog’s head, or dog-shaped head. [...] The man also has a dog.

[...] But more importantly, that they, too, reflected a dogged resistance to change on her part — of certain portions of the personality, that is. [...]