“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Somewhere during this time he will go into a deeply protected area of sleep, where he is at the threshold to other layers of reality and probabilities. [...] He may experience years though only minutes have passed. He will then return toward physical reality in an area marked as REM sleep by your scientists, where physically oriented dream productions will be created, putting the knowledge he has gained into use.

[...] The individual will follow one or another of these inner stimuli to a deeper level of consciousness, and form into light dreams the communications he is receiving.

[...] At break I asked if Seth would title the first eight chapters of his book, as he began doing from Chapter Nine on. [...]

Now, I evolved to form my own entity and he will, but he is not at that stage as yet, in your terms, and yet in another frame of reference he is, of course. He is also however, those portions of himself who are far less developed for they all exist as one and there are really no separations, and all the portions of himself that were less developed are aware of this correspondence. [...]

Now, he cannot answer you. [...] Now I evolved along my own ways and he evolved along his own ways. [...]

In your terms, and in your terms only, I could be referred to, and I told Ruburt this, as a sixth self of his in your future but this is only in your terms of reference and to get the idea across for he will not become what I am. [...]

Give yourself time and if you know he is there, what difference does it make if you see him physically or not? [...]

(“He didn’t seem to do too well with the suggestions you gave in the last session—that he try imagining others commenting on how well he looked and was doing—”)

He did, however, use the occasions to find other creative methods of achieving the same ends. [...] The imagery he did involving your old apartments is just as effective, and the other [method] will come in good time. [...]

[...] Seth returned at 10:10—and he did discuss my dream until he said good night at 10:30 P.M.)

[...] The writer only knows that he or she creates without understanding the spontaneous order with which the creativity happens. [...]

“Your body consciousness is like the consciousness of any animal,” he told us on January 23, for example. [...]

[...] He had much to say about how the out-of-place stresses we impose upon ourselves through our fearful projections into the future adversely affect our body consciousnesses, which are focused in the present. [...]

(I’d left the house a little early this noon so that I’d have a bit of extra time to go up to room 522 at the hospital, to see if Joe Bumbalo was there — but he wasn’t. I made the trip again after leaving Jane, and this time found him. [...] Joe lay in bed with his eyes closed the whole time, although he alertly followed our talk. He goes back on chemotherapy tomorrow. Margaret told me a couple of days ago that he’d gone back in the hospital because of uncontrolled blood sugar. [...]

[...] This can propel him or her into a rather severe schizophrenic reaction, in which the scientist now defends most fanatically the same ideas that he rejected most fanatically only a short time before.

[...] There are long periods where he can read properly. He can copy James then —an hour at a time—however. In other periods he can work on his preface and his own to notes for the book, and leave himself open to new inspiration.

[...] Then Ruburt did not communicate because he did not want to worry you, since he knew your confidence was no better than his.

[...] He can stand up and hold on to something, and exercise them, even if he has had to have chairs about while walking from place to place. [...]

[...] If Ruburt had gone to a doctor, he would have been a different person after a certain point in his life—so in a way it is meaningless to ask what would have happened. Had you insisted that he go to a doctor, you would have been a different person also. [...]

Old hates lie in wait for the infant
As he grows into a man,
Then they leap upon him
When he puts his father’s coat on.
When the father’s bones drop into the grave,
The lice flock up as the dark earth falls
To feed on a son’s guilt love.

No man can look in his son’s face,
What was done to him he does in turn,
For he carries the hate in his blood.
Ghosts of days forgotten,
Tragedies unseen, unspoken,
Wait in the past’s proud flesh,
And nothing can shake them off.

Rob always enjoyed excellent health, but in 1963 he came down with severe back trouble. [...]

Death came in and took my cat
And passed right by my dog.
He chased her through the living room
Over the woolen rug.
I sat right there and never knew.
I sat right there and never saw.

[...] He presumes that consciousness must be organized about an ego structure. And what he calls the unconscious, not so egotistically organized, he therefore considers without consciousness, without consciousness of a self.

He makes a good point, saying that the ego cannot know unconscious material directly. He does not realize however, nor do your other psychologists, what I have told you often—that there is an inner ego; and it is this inner ego that organizes what Jung would call unconscious material.

[...] Jung enlarged on some of his concepts shortly before he died. (Leaning forward, humorously emphatic:) He has changed a good many of them since then. [...]

[...] I didn’t press Seth with questions since it seemed he preferred to continue with the Jung reply.

[...] In considering “immortality,” mankind seems to hope for further egotistical development, and yet he objects to the idea that such development might involve change. He says through his religions that he has a soul indeed, without even asking what a soul is, and often he seems to regard it, again, as an object in his possession.

(This break marked the end of dictation on his book for the evening, Seth announced when he returned at 11:28. He then delivered a page or so of personal material for Jane and me, and ended the session in a jovial mood at 11:35 P.M.)

[...] He called a break only because I deliberately let my weary right hand flop down on the couch. [...]

[...] Then the creator of the thought perceives the object, and he does not understand the connection between him and this seemingly separate thing.

(A note by R.F.B.: Seth was often pretty outspoken in Mass Events when he discussed our medical beliefs and practices, and the unfortunate results they sometimes bring about. At the same time he tempered his ideas with passages like this one, from the 870th session for Chapter 10.)

(As he had during the 801st session, our cat, Billy, roused himself from a snooze and walked over to Jane. This time he jumped up into her lap, then positioned himself with his forelegs against her chest while examining her face. [...] He perched briefly on my own lap, then curled up on the cushion beside me.

1. Seth’s material on dying and the nature of consciousness immediately reminded me of what he’d said at 11:20 in the 801st session: “Dying is a biological necessity…. Inherently, each individual knows that he or she must die physically in order to survive spiritually and psychically…. [...]

[...] So she’s been working on her own James, writing poetry, painting, and helping me out with Seth’s Psyche by doing some of the work I usually do when he’s finished a book: typing sessions for the manuscript, checking my rough notes, rewriting some of them and making suggestions about others. [...]

Environmental questions are being raised about man’s effects upon the world in which he lives. [...]

(12:30 AM.) Since you are talking to Ruburt from your outside, and telling him what to do, when you are not personally saddled in the same way that he is, then how often have you ever reassured him that he could indeed walk properly, get up easily, or joyfully tried to reinforce his confidence?

Ruburt will not navigate properly as long as each of you believe he cannot. [...]

[...] We shall see how good he is. And I want to know what he tells you for I want to see how he is delivering my suggestions. [...]

[...] Your friend has been here this evening as a student, but not exactly the same kind of a student as you are...He is a practice teacher.

[...] Now, he does not know this, so I will give you the honor of telling him. [...]

[...] Now, Bega has been here as I have been here and he was calling you to look toward the corner of the room... [...]

[...] He sees the idle one upon the floor snoozing, and he thinks, “I would like to kick you in the you-know-where.” [...] So before he even admits to himself what he feels, hiding any acknowledgement of aggression, he bends down and says, “My good man, may you live long and heartily. [...] He pats himself upon the back and thinks, “I am growing more spiritual day by day.”

[...] Jim explained his ideas and emotions concerning the incident, and wanted to know how he could change them.)

[...] You are mad at life in general, and now you find our friend upon the floor again; this time, perhaps, he is asleep at a somewhat more important chore that you wanted done. [...]

(To Art O.): Even our African god over there can remember his past lives if he will only allow himself to do so.

[...] Despite all man does, he cannot really work any destruction—but while he believes in destruction, then to that extent he minimizes what he is, and must work harder to use creativity.”

[...] The main issue here is that feeling of responsibility again, so that he writes or whatever because he loves to do it, not because he should or must, and that involves my book as well as his own.

As he’d hinted in his greeting this evening, Seth did have some material for us—regardless of my wife’s announced disinterest—and that information contained some surprises. [...]

1. Recently I asked Jane if Seth could give us some information on the consciousness connected with nuclear energy—a fascinating question I’ve often speculated about—and she promised me that he’d discuss it soon. [...]

[...] First he was involved in a microscopic adventure. [...] He then entered your own system of physical blocks, and by contrast that system then appeared huge and monstrous.

A note to Ruburt: he is of late too severe with those in his Tuesday class, too hard a taskmaster.

([John:] “I hope he makes it—a rattletrap car just passed by.

(Smile.) As long as he does not attempt to orbit the earth. [...]

[...] For our purposes however this is actually excellent, for he is learning effectively to operate well in the physical environment while at the same time he is manipulating within that inner reality.

[...] First of all, although I said earlier that Ruburt should not take a vacation, in many respects he will not be taking a vacation. He will have much to do.

[...] He made so many good points that I asked him to write them down for the record. He had just begun when Seth came through again, loud and clear. [...]

[...] He hit upon several excellent points, and he will discover more. [...]

Because he left, and because you knew his hands shook also. At times he wanted to throw his work across the floor.

[...] He had not lived up to your mother’s plans for him, and would now obviously not do so.

[...] Because he left?”)

Ruburt is doing more physically, and so now and then he comes up against his conflicts with time, of course, but with your help he is handling that well. [...]

In the public mind, it made little difference whether the devil or tainted genes condemned the individual to a life in which it seemed he could have little control. He began to feel powerless. He began to feel that social action itself was of little value, for if man’s evil were built-in, for whatever reasons, then where was there any hope?

[...] Yet in Monday night’s deleted 847th session that “energy personality essence,” as he calls himself, digressed once again from work on Mass Events to give us more excellent material on plant and animal consciousness. He also discussed such divergent topics as the wide variety of responses that his material generates in correspondents — and not all of those reactions are so favorable, I might add.

[...] Such situations bothered the individual far more than the threat of nuclear disaster, for they involved his contact with daily life: the products that he bought, the medicines that he took.

[...] They further erode the power of the individual, so that he is frightened to leave. [...]