“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Punishment. We have to explore that concept much more. Jane uses suggestions — she’s asked her mother to forgive her, and vice versa, and she forgives herself. I think punishment is almost certainly involved. Jane became quite nervous and edgy as we talked about this, so I know there’s something there.)

(Jane discussed a positive, energetic dream of last night, which isn’t recorded here. She said that last night’s dream sequences were her celebration of her bodily abilities — her insistence on the excellent workings of the body. She thinks she hasn’t used the abilities of her body. “I asked it to forgive me for not doing that. I gave it the freedom to move — and here I am uncomfortable as hell all afternoon.”

Forgive the terminology, but you each believed in “magic,” or the sessions never would have started. [...]

Now I will let you get on with your class, and if I do not come through like the voice of spring you must forgive me. [...]

Ruburt has always had a difficulty—if he will forgive me—in integrating the various abilities that are his. [...]

[...] I was, forgive me, his mother. [...]

[...] I went in and saw them both in a double bed, fully clothed, arms around each other, forgiving each other. [...] Marie was bedridden, but Jane was perfectly healthy, and had come to forgive her mother, or make up with her. [...]

[...] He is not concentrating upon the symptoms—but he is trying to watch his progress with too heavy a hand, if he will forgive the murky analogy.

[...] As the personality on your plane actually changes, expands and grows to its potentialities, as it presents at various times varied images to the world (such as — if you’ll forgive me for using cliches — a smiling face, a sorrowful face), but is still basically the same personality, so on another level does the entity present at various times a varied appearance and speak in a different voice. [...]

[...] If you’ll forgive a pun, because a certain cause will usually give a certain effect in your physical universe, you may be justified in saying that the apparent results are laws that operate within your system. [...]

[...] I have said, if you’ll forgive the brief reminder, that these are composed of solidified vitality.

[...] There was no such point and this, if you will forgive my pun, is my point.

I always delight, if you will forgive me, in astounding the present personalities of acquaintances by letting them know that I have known them before. [...]

[...] Unjustifiably because the pigheaded husband was, forgive my pun, a bore. [...]

You think that the soul is a white wall with nothing written upon it, and so your idea of sacrilege is to shit upon it, not realizing that the shit and the soul are one, and that the biological is spiritual; and that, again — if you will forgive my homey concept — flowers grow from the shit of the earth. [...]

[...] Your original purpose did not involve gaining the respect of those authorities, and it is, if you will forgive me, overall shortsighted to worry about the approval of such people in your time. [...]

[...] You set yourselves, if you will forgive me, eternal goals. [...]

[...] Already Miss Callahan’s vital core of awareness is appearing on another plane, and if you will forgive an analogy, she appears there as a wondering but not frightened young girl.

I have mentioned that the emotions, if you will forgive me, are the tail end of the inner senses. [...]

[...] Any old gripes, if you will forgive such an unlofty word, should be settled in your living quarters as much as possible. [...]

[...] There is in our material, if you will forgive my lack of humility, some hints and some specific remarks that will show the direction in which we can operate. [...]

[...] Forgive my lack of humility. [...]

[...] I ask you to forgive my extended monologue.

[...] If you will forgive me, the excellent material means automatically, however, that many people with excellent intellects are naturally drawn to it, and some of the minds that will be important in following years are already acquainted with the material, or will be. [...]

[...] He believed (underlined) that he should devote all of his time to his work, and could hardly forgive himself for his regrettable lapses into writing—and he was writing, after all, not even for adults, and not for young males either.

[...] Their stories have been greatly romanticized to fit the picture, if you will forgive the pun. [...]

[...] I think I am — if you will forgive me — in my own way more earthy than those other gentlemen.

[...] There are strains connected with the route you have chosen, but at least you have the hopes of accomplishment—and, if you will forgive me —the creative joy of an honest pursuit. [...]

[...] First of all, if you will forgive me, you would have no difficulty at all having orgasm with a man to whom you were deeply attracted if he were not your husband, and if you could get over the moral barriers that might prevent it—if you could convince yourself that it was all right.

[...] What point, if you will forgive me, is reached when you can say: “Yes, now I’m having an orgasm, and now I am not, and the sensation begins and ends.” [...]

[...] There is an inner generosity and a psychic, if you will forgive the word, sensitivity, that will be of great benefit to the personality. [...]

[...] Indeed, I feel in rather good spirits, if you will again forgive the phrase. [...]

[...] The questions themselves, and forgive me, my dear Lady of Florence, the questions themselves could not be answered within a semblance of truth because the questions were basically meaningless in the real fabric of reality so this has much to do with the distortions also that have come down through the ages, both in the Bible and many other writings. [...]

I would suggest also, if you will forgive me perhaps, a completely natural fear of incestuous relationship with your mother. [...]

[...] Forgive my humor, since the subject is serious. [...]

[...] Would you feel the same kind of forgiving spirit for him and acceptance for him that you seem to for me now? [...]