“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(We see 1947 afternoon or early evening…an episode…a traumatic one for you.. An S and I believe G…you should understand…the initials and dates may not correspond…1947 especially important to you…the initials I gave apply either to one individual or first names of two…the second child something different now…February or initial F…a connection with second child…February or FB…I do not know which…a turnabout with the child…a complete change of plan or a turnabout…a 36 connection…someone perhaps 36 years old connected somehow with this. I do not know to what this refers…a form or square…I do not know…17 years old. This is separate and the woman here…a strong school connection again…3 o’clock or late afternoon…number 414…now this could be the hour 4:14 or month…I do not know…Green room…202 or 213..whether this is a month or year or house number I don’t know…a grip…a strong grip…in the afternoon…in a room…a woman, gray hair, buck teeth…yellow teeth…She yells out and calls and a young boy comes in blue clothes & bicycle…I think he rides….It’s 1943 or 1947…Room is green…yellow…Room is green…no, cream…yellow…it’s afternoon…..

A grip, G R I P, connected here. [...]

There is a significance in your dancing dilemma that neither of you have come to grips with—having to do with each of your natures and characteristics and ways of looking at a situation. [...]

[...] This Wednesday evening the table performed as follows: Irish jigs upon request, vaulting up into the air while in Carl’s grip, chasing around our backs as Carl held it while we tried to keep up with it, skittering across the rug, knocking back and forth, and building up a very strong pressure indeed, when we tried to force the leg up in the air back down to the floor, or rug.

[...] Later, Carl tried to consciously make the table describe the same upside-down movement, and discovered that he could not exert enough force while using the same grip on the table top edge. [...]

[...] Although he lost his grip, he leaped after her leg again and gave a loud meow.)

(At 6:00 AM Jane woke me to say that she was in the grip of an extremely painful stiff neck. [...]

[...] They eat or talk with a man (voice very faint) whose name has to do with grip, you see, as bag or valise. [...]

[...] Ruburt is psychically working out some of his concerns over reincarnation in his novel, coming to grips with the subject creatively, and in ways that have deep meaning, not only for himself but for others.

[...] They eat or talk with a man (voice very faint) whose name has to do with grip, you see, as bag or valise. [...]

[...] Both of you have refused to come to grips with it and have been afraid of making any physical moves, or upsetting the apple cart. [...]

(11:25 P.M. “I just feel funny,” Jane said, “as if I’ve been where it was too smooth for my consciousness to get a grip on anything.” [...]

[...] You are coming to grips with issues that you were bound to grapple with, and you are dealing with the challenges that are involved. [...]

[...] And I thought that years ago, [and with my own unwitting cooperation] Jane had given over control of her life in certain large ways to the Sinful Self through the symptoms—and yes, abjectly allowed it to exert such power and influence that now she finally found herself in the grip of a strong force, or set of beliefs. [...]

[...] I felt rather strongly a sensation of gripping on the inside of each ankle, coupled with a downward pull, or stretching. [...]

[...] Symbolically Ruburt came to grips with the whole Saratoga problem with his mother and the past.

A grip, G-R-I-P, connected here. [...]

[...] Surely to trust the inner self is far easier than in the long run to put your life in the uncomfortable grip of a nervous medical profession. [...]

[...] The personality has not come to grips with itself truly, but has the inner persistence and intuitiveness to do so.

[...] (Along these lines, I wonder if tranquilizers often cut us off from such intuitive breakthroughs by preventing us from coming to grips with the true “darkness of soul” that can precede such experiences and by allowing us to accept temporary, objective and artificial solutions.)

[...] Now you have not come to grips with this deep despondency of your own, and you can do so. [...]