“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] To that extent also, energy is not neutral, as is often said, to be used for good or evil, for example. [...]

Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] The more you enjoy life, and your daily moments, the less difficulty you will be in in any area, for your thoughts become naturally pleasant, and naturally attract good to you from Framework 2.

(“Good evening.”)

[...] They were considered evil instead. [...]

End of session, and a fond good evening.

[...] They’re noted here, although I think that at least a good portion of tonight’s material stemmed from remarks I made after supper, when I talked about not using my own abilities as much as I might have over the years.

[...] He actually concentrated upon Seven, typed it creatively, walked several times a day, began to help with meals and with the house, and comparatively speaking you both had a fairly good week. [...]

He does need to put his full weight on his feet more, though last week was a good compromise for now—but overall the body has been more exercised. [...]

The best way to protect yourselves from an enemy, for example, is to exaggerate your enemy’s power and evil qualities, and this is somehow supposed to bring about peace. [...]

(With amusement and surprise:) Good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] Now that was all to the good. [...]

[...] The author gives such people a specific enemy, or evil: no more must they be battered with formless fears, but these become gathered together and focused into the dietary area. [...]

[...] “By the time it reaches the foot, it almost feels good,” she said. [...]

[...] She had a good day after I suggested she try not to concentrate upon her symptoms. [...]

[...] The same sensations were running painfully down her right leg from the hip—but again, “they feel good by the time they reach my toes.”

[...] On a larger social scale the same thing applies in your wars (pause), in which the most drastic measures are considered as sane enough and reasonable if only the goal is “a good one.” [...]

[...] One man, passionately willing, good or evil, can overbalance, literally, a hundred men. [...]

Now, good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] Her eyes had been open a good deal of the time. [...]

Within your system, for the “first time”, in quotes, individualized consciousness is strongly-enough organized to do, in quotes, “good or evil.” [...]

Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] (Pause.) I believe the woman knows, and wants to see her husband settled in a good physical environment before she leaves. [...]

He thought of the overly conscientious self as stern, good, boring, constricting and uncreative, but very safe. [...] He did not understand that discipline can be an aid to creativity, and that the spontaneous self is good. [...]

Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] He thought of the spontaneous self, his spontaneous self, as joyful, free, intensely creative, but also as somewhat evil, frightening, unreasoning, and liable to lead him to disaster.

[...] Death is viewed in terms of value judgments of good and evil and black and white — the annihilation of consciousness being perceived as black, and its resurrection as white.

Now: Good evening —

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

Now: You equate the color white with brilliant consciousness, good, and youth, and the color black with the unconscious, old age and death.

Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] Millions of people therefore believed in a reality in which they were deprived of the idea of a soul, and burdened by the concept of a very unreliable, if not definitely evil, subconscious. [...]

You may feel that the flesh is inherently bad or evil, that its appetites are wrong. [...]

[...] If you see a world that is good, people that like you, take it for granted, again, that your beliefs are beneficial. But if you find poor health, a lack of meaningful work, a lack of abundance, a world of sorrow and evil, then assume that your beliefs are faulty and begin examining them.

Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] Very good.”

[...] The psyche dwells in a reality so different from the world you usually recognize that there good and evil, as you think of them, are also seen to be as operationally or relatively true as the difference between the perceiver and the object perceived.

[...] “I didn’t feel that I was necessarily with it tonight,” Jane said, although her delivery had moved along well enough, and the material was good. [...]

[...] Good night.” [...]

(10:05.) Give us a moment… On the one hand many of you have been taught that sexual expression is wrong, evil, or debasing. [...] The old idea that good women do not enjoy sex has hardly disappeared. [...]

[...] To a good extent, sexual beliefs are responsible for the blocking-out of reincarnational awareness. [...]

A good number of nuns were of course carrying the seed of those priests, and bearing children who acted as servants in monasteries, sometimes, as well as in convents. [...]

[...] End of session, and a hearty good evening.

(Pause at 10:10.) At the same time, there is much discussion about the good of mankind, ideal principles, goodness, charity and faith—but these are seen as possible only within the group, for the exterior world, you are told, is full of evil and corruption. [...]

The fundamentalist Christian groups, for all of their fanaticism, at least offer some kind of temporary relief for their believers; they are “saved” through prayer and good works. [...] And all good works appear meaningless in the terribly exaggerated picture painted of social and world events.

(Whispering:) Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

[...] They had been taught not to trust the outside world, and little by little the gap between misguided idealism and an exaggerated version of the world’s evil blocked all doors through which power could be exerted — all doors save one. [...]

When you find yourself with good motives, you distrust them. [...]

Jane has been feeling much better in recent days as far as her physical “symptoms” go; she’s had some good spontaneous relaxation periods, and her walking has improved considerably. [...]

(Whispering:) Good evening.

(“Good evening.”)

[...] A war, in your terms, can be practically experienced as a murderous disaster, a triumph of savagery—or as a sublime victory of the human spirit over evil.

I am not saying that man is being manipulated, but that in a larger framework, even his seemingly evil acts have constructive meaning. [...]

A fond good evening, and you are doing well.

Now: Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

That analogy will help you at least intuitively understand the existence of situations such as suffering, and poverty, that otherwise seem to have no adequate explanations (as Jane and I were discussing today). I hope also to account for behavior on the part of nature that certainly seems to imply the survival of the fittest in a tooth-and-claw fashion, or the punishing acts of a vengeful God on the one hand and the triumph of an evil force on the other.

I bid you a fond good evening. [...]

[...] The proof arrived in the mail while Dick and Ida were here; we looked at it without much reaction, but still thought about it on other levels a good deal. It lacks what I call good taste, as I’d feared it would, and is too cold and creepy. [...]

[...] Each person senses an ideal, and has good intent, but those ideals and good intents are distorted by beliefs, and by the conditions accompanying them.

Ruburt wrote a poem yesterday morning (Thursday), considering it afterward briefly, wondering whether it was really good enough to type as it was, throwing off in an odd moment a thought, a concept that would represent the highest revelation to Ida, if she could understand what it means.

[...] Ida was afraid to see the psychologist again, for fear that therapy would throw up evidence of this feared evil thing, and Dick is afraid of writing poetry again lest the intuitions upset his life. [...]

I will ride my good fortune tonight by telling you that such actions do not help either of you at all, and that they are not realistic or objective attitudes, though you may believe that they are. I will carry my sacrilegious remarks further to tell you personally, Joseph, that the Rockefellers are not driven by any evil intent. [...] A fond good evening.

[...] Good night,” I said. I knew, of course, that the session had many good things in it. [...]

Good evening.

(“Good evening, Seth.”)