“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Some of the small, seemingly silly issues forever put off: a private backyard, shielding trees outside, a front and back door of your own, for Ruburt a dog, both of you a unit of your own; that is, a house over which you had control.

[...] You have tried doggedly (intently) to interpret greater experience in old ways, using “old” (in quotes) channels that are adequate for usual creativity in art—but painfully restrictive as far as you are concerned. [...]

[...] A dog knows it is not a cat. [...]

[...] If there is no consciousness ‘tailored’ to be a cat’s or a dog’s, then there is no prepackaged, predestined, particular consciousness that is meant to be human, either….

[...] Many dogs enjoy being family protectors. [...]

From Session 838 for March 5, 1979: “If there is no consciousness ‘tailored’ to be a cat’s or a dog’s, then there is no prepackaged, predestined, particular consciousness that is meant to be human, either….”)

[...] Also see the 17th and 66th sessions for material on the death of our dog, Mischa.

[...] Interesting, to speculate about why I’ve concurred in Jane’s dogged avoidance in seeking establishment medical help.

[...] The built-in problem is that he will pursue a course with dogged stubbornness and determination once he has adopted it, until it results in the desired end or is proven disastrous.

[...] There is a pause: the organism — dog or tiger — can choose to attack or not to attack. [...]

[...] Both Jim and Bill thought the other one, of the girl and dog, quite gruesome. [...]

[...] particularly in finding dogs. [...]

[...] The dog’s legs could easily make the trip with planned or unplanned rests, but the animal is simply not aware that such a place or destination exists to begin with.

[...] Our old pet dog, Mischa, had died. [...]

What he sees is something between a horse and a dog and resembles neither. [...]

[...] Indeed, as we left the stairs two dogs in a back apartment set up a furious barking as they scratched at what I knew were kitchen windows. [...] I was embarrassed: the dogs’ racket must have bothered everyone in the house. [...]

[...] One gifted Jane with a male dog—a Sheltie—from the city pound. [...]

[...] Jane’s dog, Mischa, slept at her feet. [...]

The constant interchange that exists biologically means that the same physical stuff that composes a man or a woman may be dispersed, and later form a toad, a starfish, a dog or a flower. [...]

[...] A dog knows it is not a cat. [...]

[...] The thing was actually a rather clumsy lower-dimensional animal, a provoked dumb dog of other dimensions who then attacked him, symbolically enough, by biting. [...]

[...] A dog may bark in the distance. [...]

“I equate all of this with three events: a movie I saw on TV the night before last in which the hero finally saw through the god of his people; a Raggedy Ann doll Rob found in the backyard the other day and brought in (it was probably dragged there by a dog, its right arm is missing)—but it reminded me of my old Susie; and part of a review I read yesterday of a book about death.