“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He loved you deeply and does, but he always felt he had to tread a slender line, so as to satisfy the various needs and beliefs that you both had to one extent or another, and those you felt society possessed. [...] Yet he felt that women were inferior, and that his very abilities made him vulnerable, that he would be ridiculed by others, that women were not taken seriously as profound thinkers, or innovators in philosophical matters.

[...] You would not take your art to the marketplace after you left commercial work, because then, in a manner of speaking, now, understand, you considered that the act of a prostitute — for your “feminine feelings” that you felt produced the paintings would then be sold for the sake of “the male’s role as provider and bringer of power.”

[...] “Maybe that’s why I felt so uncomfortable before the session: Part of me knew Seth was going to talk about us. [...]

[...] She also felt that somehow Seth had overridden her to some degree in order to get the material through. [...] She also felt a little better at the end of the brief session.)

(By 8:30 PM Jane felt a little better but obviously was in no condition for a session. [...]

[...] At the same time, the wry neck itself inflicted a punishment in place of the imagined and feared greater punishment which Ruburt felt his mother intended, the imagined punishment being a basic and infantile terror of being pulled back into the womb.

[...] There was therefore interaction last evening when he felt resentful on a sensitive matter. He already felt he had reached a victory in approaching you after arguing with himself. [...]

Often he wanted you to approach him in intimate terms, but felt unworthy because of his condition, and because he felt that you found it distasteful, and even degrading. [...]

He knew this, this being fairly natural, but he exaggerated your feeling, you see, because of his mental attitude, and felt he would be asking for alms.

“While doing it, I felt mildly exhilarated. [...] Yet I was also aware of the same kind of reluctance I’d felt in the sleep state last night; as if I was trying to do something … difficult, or translate information that was more distant than usual from our ordinary concepts. I almost felt stubborn, like a reluctant child, wanting to do the thing but not wanting to make the effort at the same time. [...]

[...] In the Saratoga experience¹ I felt ghostly because there I was a future probability … At certain levels of consciousness, through bypassing direct neurological activity and impact, you can then glimpse other portions of your own probable experience — both in the future and the past.

“Instead, I felt myself entering another level of consciousness. [...]

[...] You did not feel free to do your own thing until Ruburt felt free to do his, because you felt he was helping out so financially. [...]

[...] I could not force Ruburt to face the dilemma until he felt he was ready to handle it—then he would see it as he does, now, as a challenge. [...]

[...] You felt you could not push him until he was ready.

He felt it as a threat, rightly, while he was afraid to use his writing abilities in other forms, as he must. [...]

He has felt a love for wherever you lived, and an abiding love for you, but also some conflicts involving the housewifely chores and the writing. You help often, and have always done so, but he felt that because of the male-female relationship any help you gave was something he should be thankful for, that you were doing it out of the extra goodness of your heart—that he should not have to be grateful.

[...] So already in his mind he is gaining weight, seeing himself fairly agile—but he felt this was in spite of your attitudes, not with your enthusiasm or understanding.

He felt that in your world and interpretation his ideas were Pollyanna, but I tell you that is practical creativity—and it can wipe out many negative beliefs, more in a moment than you can realize.

He could quite happily accept your early rising but he felt that you poked fun at him when he spoke of working at night or rising early—again not understanding how he could utilize extremes.

[...] If an effect is felt in any one portion of human experience, then you can be sure that such an effect is felt in all other possible ways, whether or not such an effect is immediately obvious. [...]

[...] They are not directly experienced by the physical system, but only translations of the original dream experience is felt by the actual physical system.

The dream experience is felt directly by the inner self. [...]

[...] These electric coded signals then form electric counterparts of complete experience, as it has been felt by any given individual. [...]

[...] Consciously Paul remembered many of these dreams, until he felt pursued by Christ. [...] He felt that Christ was a kind of devil who pursued him in his sleep.

[...] In the time of Christ there were many such performances, as many personalities felt the force of inner reality and reacted to it.

[...] There were, however, a score of men in the same general area, physically, who responded to the inner psychic climate and felt upon themselves the attraction and responsibility of the religious hero.

(Jane’s attitude about biblical history is in keeping with her feelings about some other facets of her abilities: she has often told me she felt much freer giving a reading for a person when she wasn’t acquainted with him. [...]

[...] We learned among other things that Jane felt she had to hold off on new inspiration while we fulfilled existing commitments—schedules and contracts, etc., and that she wanted to help type “Unknown” Reality, Volume 2, presumably, I thought so that she could get it out of the way so she’d be free to go on to other things. [...] This afternoon she did type on the first session for the book, though, and said she felt much better. [...]

[...] He felt that inspiration was providing so much material that it could not be handled in time. He also felt that his inspiration threatened you with more work, which, it seemed to him, was not particularly pleasant for you, since you often spoke about your difficulties in doing the notes, and only lately have you begun to say when you are doing well.

[...] Today he felt like acting actively with “Unknown.” [...]

[...] I’d mentioned her doing so, so as to help her use her creative abilities, since they are so much a part of her, whereas in times before I’d thought of asking her not to use those same abilities because I felt they were making her worse. [...]

[...] She felt panicky, which meant we were close to something. [...]

[...] Jane wasn’t so sure about the recovery, but I said I thought I’d seen signs of that the last few days, and now felt it would happen. [...]

[...] His body felt active the last few nights. [...]

[...] As it developed, she slept through, and felt somewhat better when morning came.)

(11:12 AM.) Last night (Jane said) I felt great when Robbie kissed me, and actually I slept quite well, both in my chair and bed. I felt fairly hopeful this morning, for example, yet now I feel quite sad again (with a tremolo), and I feel as if I want to express myself—but when I try there is some strange block. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) I tried to understand but felt half-doped—indeed. [...]

[...] She was taken directly to the hospital when I called the doctor, and I went back home to that odd, nervous house that felt strangely vacant with her presence gone. [...]

[...] Actually, I felt her upset was another good sign.

[...] She also felt instances of the panic, though, having to do with her mother and family events, and we talked those out.

[...] She said that at the same time she’d felt panicky a couple of times, and she’d had a very catchy, well-known tune running through her head. [...]

[...] I felt self-conscious about my blue jeans and shoes. [...]

[...] You felt that you had to isolate yourselves to some extent from the world not because you wanted to, which would be all right; and to some extent you wanted to, but because you felt you must. [...] Or if they did, you felt, they would not honor your intent.

[...] I now felt that it was okay to answer it. [...]

[...] He felt he needed financial freedom in order to work, but in those terms work was equated with the Protestant work ethics, where spontaneity was frowned upon. [...]

[...] But you would have felt free to follow the inner scheduling.

(I felt much better while out working Wednesday morning, but the symptoms returned again Wednesday afternoon when I again tackled the project in the studio. [...] I felt intuitively that both sets of symptoms represented doing things that encountered resistance; my own symptoms seemed very instructive in this respect.

[...] I had already received some insight on the problem by using the pendulum, but by tonight, Wednesday, felt exhausted by the symptoms.

[...] I had felt for some time now that Jane entertained fears of this kind, and that they must be resolved.

[...] You looked for great order, to create in painting an ordered universe, to find perfection that ideally you felt should be in the exterior world, and yet was lacking. [...]

[...] I could feel Seth’s vague presence in the room, which Eve apparently didn’t. Jane went into the kitchen to see about the chicken she was cooking and — as she later told us— felt Seth coming through and hurried to get back to her chair.

[...] (Previously, Eve had wondered how Seth felt about her, so Seth turned to her.) You are a delightful young lady... [...]

(Note: earlier that week, I had a dream in which I had crawled through the air, wearing a light, felt-like beige cloth over my shoulders. [...]

[...] After finally coming out of the trance—this took awhile —she felt good. [...] She felt that her face was different in a strange manner, that muscles were relaxing into different forms but no one noticed any change. [...]

[...] Peg felt the situation was building up to some kind of climax; she spoke of small matters like limits being placed on personal phone calls, etc; various economies being instituted; the dissatisfaction of employees.

[...] I felt some alarm.)

[...] After five or ten minutes Jane felt better, and had a cigarette.]

[...] You have felt the effects of these conditions, and they have been felt by others. [...]

[...] Both of us felt somewhat tired, but attributed it to the weather, which has been cloudy and oppressive for the past few days. [...]

(Jane elected to try to continue the session, since she felt all right. [...]

(Jane said the above is the kind of material she would have blocked in earlier sessions as soon as she felt it coming up, although occasionally she has allowed it to come through. [...]

(Jane also felt that the sessions could be responsible for more deaths, or hurting people. [...] At the same time she’d felt a responsibility toward helping her. [...]

(When I seemed exasperated when Jane asked me to do something for her, and dropped my notebook on the bed, she at once felt a strong fear that she’d exasperate me beyond bearing — that she couldn’t afford to get me mad at her. [...]

(Jane didn’t think the sessions could hurt her, though she often felt she didn’t get enough information through for herself. [...]

[...] Old-time family doctors understood the patient’s sensitivity to family members and to the environment, of course, and they often felt a lively sympathy and understanding that the practitioners of modern medicine often seem to have forgotten.

(4:43 p.m. “I felt he was trying to make certain points,” Jane said, “and I hope that I got it through clear enough — you know what I mean? [...]

(As we talked Jane impressed upon me that she’d definitely picked up that a household pet would help our neighbor Joe Bumbalo a great deal — she wants me to be sure to impress upon Margaret Bumbalo that this is the case; she felt it strongly, it wasn’t just a generalized idea, Jane said.)