“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Whatever methods Ruburt chose to insure that you were childless you proclaimed with joy, glad that you were not the woman.

[...] He was certain that given the chance Ruburt would throw the sessions over gladly. [...]

You quite gladly used those disciplinary abilities, and they served you well in early years as a framework in which you handle your parents’ situation. [...]

[...] There are personalities who have traveled through the centuries, literally, without an understanding, and if this was their reality and if it was their own making, still be glad that it is not yours and accept those relationships that you now have and realize their potential and do not close yourselves off to stupid pride and through barriers of your own making. [...]

Now do not bring me down in this particular subject to specifics this evening because you can help aged parents out of a feeling of vengeance and be very glad that you are strong and they are weak and take great unholy pride over the idea that you are finally stronger than they are. [...]

[...] “I suppose such a move was inevitable,” I said, “and we should be damned glad of it....” [...]

[...] I am glad to give him such reassurance—and now I bid you a fond and peaceful good evening. [...]

[...] “I’m glad I did that,” she said, meaning that she’d held the session, “but I really didn’t know whether I could. [...]

[...] Jane ended up glad she had the session. [...]

[...] I am glad I do not work at his art gallery. I am glad I am not director there. [...]

[...] “I’m glad I did have the session, then.” [...]

[...] Although we are more than glad to get those precious letters — where would we be if people didn’t care about what we’re trying to do? [...]

[...] I am glad at least to see some smiles and broad ones, and laughter. [...]

There is energy within her that is given gladly and is used by the entire physical family. [...]

[...] “Your notes don’t show it for last night, but I was right, but I was highly upset at that hospital experience,” she said, meaning the experience at St. Joseph’s. “Boy, I was so glad to see you and get home....” [...]

(4:50 p.m. “I’m glad I had it,” Jane said, “even though it’s late, ‘cause it’s got information you wanted. [...]

[...] “I’m glad,” I joked. [...]

[...] You both tuned me in, and I found your discussion extremely interesting, though I must say I am rather glad that I do not have to deal with such matters myself any longer.

[...] I am glad that you noticed that my prediction concerning a scandal was no idle one, and I would seriously recommend that you avoid any business transactions or personal transactions of any kind with Mr. Marvin, who I believe owns a schoolhouse which you were looking at this afternoon.

[...] At first I was sorry for the reader’s sake to think of Dreams being interrupted, yet glad for myself, for in addition to presenting Seth’s book dictation I was given the space in which to develop those other personal and secular themes of Seth’s, Jane’s, and my own that I think add even more dimensions of meaning to Dreams.

[...] My answer was that I’d gladly do the sitting around if she wanted to, on the chance that we might get some helpful material—especially about her own condition.

I could only reply this evening—as I had at the time—that I was glad she’d had her perception, but that consciously I hadn’t been aware of any bodily changes. [...]

[...] You can change it by letting yourselves go gladly into the nature of creativity and not by holding back. [...]