“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(We had two questions for Seth, since we’re trying to get into the habit of writing such down as they occur to us: 1. Jane wanted Seth to comment on why he’ll take off on something she’s read, and reinterpret it his own way, or carry it further; her question came up because he did this Monday while she’s reading Fred Hoyle’s book, Ten Faces of The Universe; 2. Jane wanted Seth to give information on her “significant” dream of last Saturday morning, July 1. She couldn’t remember any details from it, but has talked about it often; she thinks it had something to do with health.)

[...] The inner problems can be faced and solved. [...]

[...] You have not wanted to face your own emotions, therefore you are frightened of the emotions of others. [...]

[...] Once you begin to inhibit emotions, the practice spreads like a plague, until all emotion must be inhibited, lest the one thing that you fear show its face.

[...] They both wore hats, which I could see plainly, and their faces were hidden. [...]

(Later I saw the smiling face of our landlord, James Spaziani. [...]

Once you accept, you see, that idea then you must, if you follow your thought completely through, accept the idea of a random accidental universe in which you are at the mercy of any accident; in which mind or purpose have little meaning; in which you are at the mercy of all random happenings; in which 300,000 human beings can be swept off the face of the planet without reason, without cause, simply at the whim of an accidental happening. [...]

We like to see happy faces. [...]

[...] It’s a thought we’ve had before — but it seems that each thing we’ve accomplished has been in the face of, or in spite of, a barrage of negative thoughts, feelings, and beliefs.

[...] Seth went on to say that once this proof was made known and accepted, it would change the behavior of every man on earth, for man would have to live his physical life in the face of knowledge of an afterlife.

[...] Jane spoke for Seth while facing Frederick Fell across his desk, but her eyes remained closed. [...]

[...] But instead of facing up to a considerable change in life-style, I panicked and felt myself to be almost assaulted, forced into a life that offered less and less physical freedom. [...]

My dear Jesuit, shall I turn my chair around the face you full?

Of course, though the face does not fully adopt my own expression. [...]

[...] In these I was involved in four exciting episodes in which I ran from danger, used my wits to overcome it or faced it directly. [...]

[...] Rob looks extremely tired and is sitting in a slouch; his face is not fat but fleshy — almost dissipated. [...]

[...] The man could have been Rob’s twin, but older, with a face marked by disillusion. [...]

Having created them because of your abilities, you then perceived them as objectified apparitions in physical reality, when Ruburt immediately made the conscious comparison, and resolved that you should never end up looking like them … or filled with the bitterness that was written in their faces. [...]

[...] Then like a rising sun Jane saw her own enormous face looking down at it all — the jewel colors, Sue and herself, the vehicle.

I have said elsewhere that no species is ever really eradicated — and in those terms no disease, or virus, or germ, ever vanishes completely from the face of the earth. [...]

[...] This did arouse still more faith and determination, but he was then faced with that realization he had not encountered earlier, and he saw how long it had been since he had enjoyed anything like normal mobility.

[...] Ruburt sat physically on the couch, yet at another level he did sit here (in the chair facing the couch), and in our relationship that was a fairly “sophisticated” kind of manipulation, involving the projection of a form outward—the double. [...]

Now I ask you—how far do you think a flower would get if, in the morning, it turned its face toward the sky and said, “I demand the sun?” “And now I need rain. [...]

[...] His weaknesses were out in the open, dramatically presented, and from that point, unless he chose death he could only go forward: for suddenly he felt that there was after all some (underlined) room to move, that achievements were possible, where before all achievements seemed beside the point in the face of his expected superhuman activity. [...]

[...] The rest will follow as you are ready for it and if you rush up in rage against me then I will leave Ruburt to face it. [...]

[...] You may then find yourself facing an empty stage, become momentarily disoriented at the sudden lack of activity, and promptly begin to form another dream play more to your liking.

[...] The primitive is somewhere sophisticated — and, in your terms, somewhere on the face of the same earth in your general time. [...]

After the experience was over I wrote a description of it, and made two pen-and-ink drawings — full-face self-portraits that hardly look like the me I know. [...]

[...] White, with one black circle on it, or on the portion facing upward.

[...] Closer, I have the impression of a black and white photograph, with two faces in the foreground, and shadow-shapes in the rear, through which lighter portions show.

[...] The face of the tag is gold coated, the string red. [...]

[...] One bending down or over, perhaps a woman, and another smaller person, facing each other. [...]