“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] So he must now come to realize that he himself chooses from a myriad of probabilities the one that he now encounters.

The one self that he recognizes is the only part of himself of which he is presently aware. [...]

(A note: Jane telephoned Tam Mossman, her editor, today — and learned that Tam already felt that Seth might have begun another book: he’d wondered about it several times in recent days.

[...] As in your terms the cavemen ventured out into the daylight of the earth, there is a time for man to venture out into a greater knowledge of his subjective reality, comma, to explore the dimensions of selfhood and go beyond the small areas of himself in which he has thus far found shelter.

[...] But it is for each individual to decide which one he or she will follow. When Ruburt (as Seth calls Jane) was a young girl he wrote a poem in which he declares:

[...] Seth talked about many things, but his remarks here, as I’ve put them together, mainly concerned a subject he’d first discussed with members of class just a week ago [on October 1]¹ — the “city” they could start building in their individual and collective dream states:)

He should relax when he feels that body loosening—go with it without worrying, for it leads to better body performance. [...]

(The call was over our speakerphone, so Jane could hear SC when he said that her Seven III “was charming,” and that he liked it very much. He wants to see more, and I explained what Jane has ready and has yet to do. [...] She wants to check the next five chapters before sending them to Tam, who will send them to SC when he edits them, but she hasn’t done any work on them recently. [...]

[...] “At the same time,” I said, “what’s he waiting for in giving us the information we need? Is there something he’d say in a session that could be any worse than what we’re dealing with everyday in our lives? [...]

[...] Seth told us he was able to do such things when Ruburt’s attention was elsewhere, but that as soon as “he”, or Ruburt, became conscious of the possibility of such effects they were usually unattainable.

He is in his room (pause), a photograph of his wife on a dresser. [...] (Pause.) Is he dressing to go out at this hour? [...]

[...] Jane gave no sign of any kind, and Seth had not even mentioned the candle; I had thought he might smile at the idea. [...]

(Seth dwelt on the taxicab symbol, and as he did so I found myself hoping that Peggy would notice it. [...]

[...] Ruburt has discovered that beneath the Sumari there are deeper meanings.¹¹ He has become aware of what he calls long and short sounds. Some come so quickly that he cannot keep track, or speak them quickly enough. Others are so slow that he feels a sentence would take a week to utter.¹² These are the signatures of different focuses of consciousness as they are transposed in your space-time system.

(11:18.) Ruburt has been involved with what he calls the Sumari language (as referred to in the notes at break). This is an expression of the consciousness at a different focus. [...] First of all, it breaks up verbal patterning.⁹ It is composed, however, of sounds and syllables Ruburt has heard before, made up of jumbled Romance languages.¹⁰ These are “foreign” as far as he is concerned. [...]

[...] How strange, I’ve found myself thinking, that Joe, say, doesn’t see our environment in artistic terms, since what I see is so plain to me. But then, I tell myself, Joe has a method of cognition that’s quite natural to him. If he loves flowers, for instance, he may enjoy more of a sheer emotional reaction through the appreciation of a rose than I can.

[...] He is altering his world view….

When he feels like exerting himself he should do so, and when his body seems to want relaxation, then he should follow that line. [...]

[...] Man’s abilities in this respect are far more complicated, for in his imagination he deals with probabilities. In any given period of time, with one physical body, he can anticipate or perform an infinitely vaster number of events — each one remaining probable until he activates it.

[...] As I watched my father grow older, with an accompanying progressive loss of memory and function, I used to wonder why he didn’t consciously revise his response to life — and why I never saw any indication that he wanted to. [...] Nor did I merely wish he would change just so that I could avoid the pain I felt watching him deteriorate. [...]

2. Seth is certainly right when he says that “senility is a mental and physical epidemic,” considering the many millions of people who have suffered — and perished — from it in the past. I watched my father go through the ravages of senility; he died in November 1971, at the age of 81. [...]

(12:15 A.M. Seth ended the session as abruptly as he’d started it. [...]

[...] I suggest that you listen to Ruburt as he gives his morning and evening suggestions—therefore you reinforce them—and that will be of help.

[...] He must be encouraged however to realize that his body can indeed perform better. [...]

[...] He had many questions — and was too impatient to finish the letter to Jane that he’d just started. [...] I talked to him for a few minutes while Jane rested after coming out of trance, and suggested that he call her later in the week. [...]

(The 704th session was held a week ago. [...] He’s remarked more than once that he’ll close a session by dictating the heading for the next chapter, or whatever, “so that Ruburt [Jane] knows what I am doing. [...]

[...] He plans to attend ESP class tomorrow night, then stay over Wednesday to read and discuss the two works Jane has in progress, Adventures in Consciousness: An Introduction to Aspect Psychology, and “Unknown” Reality. Tam will also look at my first rough sketches for Jane’s book of poetry, Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time.¹ Then on Wednesday night he’ll witness the scheduled 706th session. [...]

4. Jane and I understand Seth’s point when he tells us that “the cells of a man or woman may become the cells of a plant or an animal.” [...]

[...] This was the one who called her up while we lived together; he was old and living in a retirement home south of Pennsylvania, I believe. She described how Father Trenton sat with his back to Marie when he was mad at the mother, and how Father Rakin made advances to her. [...]

[...] This afternoon he was to come back and do the raking.

[...] Jane began by talking about how her mother, Marie, told her at puberty that she had bad blood in her from her father [Delmer], that he had syphilis. [...]

[...] She recalled that once Seth said that if he’d come through as a woman she wouldn’t have stood for it. [...]

[...] He is feeling more active, and he will. And he should read the last group of sessions frequently. [...]

[...] He can indeed express great enthusiasm over work that is highly intuitional, while on the other hand he has a great respect, in his own way, for established learning and education.

[...] Ruburt mentioned those concerns, but not with the same kind of feelings that he would have, say, [last] Saturday — and when you realize that you are protected, your own intellects can be reassured enough through experience so that they do not feel the need to solve problems with the rational approach in instances where that approach is not feasible.

[...] Jane and I decided to use his passage, with a note, in the frontmatter of the book, for he stressed that until they’re mentally clear about their beliefs people should continue to see doctors.)

[...] And yet you see they understand very well, and again, it is a game, for he pretends that he does not know what he knows. [...]

(Arnold told of a repeated scene he has had.)

[...] No one ever does violence for something he considers unworthy. [...]

He was indeed. [...]

(Some notes added later: Dick Bach felt that he didn’t really write Seagull himself. By now the story of that book’s conception is well known: Late one night in 1959, Dick was walking beside a canal near a West Coast beach when he heard a voice say, “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” [...] He was astonished. He was even more so when, on his return home, the voice initiated images that gave him the bulk of the book in three-dimensional form. [...] Nothing happened until one day eight years later, when he suddenly wakened to hear the voice again — and with it came the rest of the book.

[...] He came across The Seth Material, saw similarities in Jane’s and his experiences, and came here to see if she or Seth could explain the phenomenon. [...]

[...] He may not have the face that you see when you look in the mirror, simply because you cannot see your true identity in a mirror. [...]

[...] This he transmits to B. But B can’t receive the thought in its present condition, for the act of receiving a thought also changes it. He forms a thought as nearly identical as possible, and interprets it.

By slowing down his perception of action, man imagines that he lengthens time. [...] He merely succeeds in perceiving action as bits and pieces, and fights its flow. [...]

He sees or perceives only his own construction. [...]

[...] He does not even send an exact duplicate. [...]

[...] While he was tainted to some extent by conventional sexual beliefs, he still felt his own personhood in such a way that he gladly took advantage of characteristics considered feminine. As a youngster particularly, he rebelled against male-oriented learning and orientation. This rebellion was psychological — that is, he maintained an acceptable male orientation in terms of sexual activity, but he would not restrain his mind and soul with such nonsense. [...]

[...] The momentary difficulty in the short story that he did not finish was simply caused by a very temporary relapse because of pressure: He did not wait for his subconscious to deliver an idea, as he has been long accustomed to doing.

When he grabs upon a definite whole piece of autobiography, it is usually caused by impatience. He is past that momentary lapse.

You, any man, participates in more varied perspectives than he knows consciously, and appears in one way or another in more dimensions than he knows. [...]

[...] He could not for example in his dream universe then manipulate fire, except in terms of what he considered destruction.

[...] He never hates anything that he believes to be good. He thinks he is being just, therefore, in his hatred, but the hatred itself forms a very strong claim that will follow him throughout his lives, until he learns that only the hatred itself is the destroyer.

[...] Let me tell you that he who hates an evil merely creates another one.

[...] If a man says he loves you and yet denies you your freedom, then you often hate him. [...]

[...] The man who literally hates, immediately sets himself up in this fashion: He prejudges the nature of reality according to his own limited understanding.

[...] I was due to pick them up the next day, and she asked Mr. S. to tell me she’d been there, but he forgot to mention it. [...]

(Jane had no questions for Seth: “I’m just hoping he’ll go on as usual.” [...]

[...] You were afraid that then he would not try to resume making it on his own. [...]

[...] It is as if the springs or inner mechanics of motion had been tightly held back, so that as they are being relieved there is considerable inequality, unpredictable springing motion—a loosening here and a tightening there momentarily, as if before he had been too tightly wound (deliberately). [...]

[...] As Bill Gallagher walked down the hall away from us upon departing, I saw that he wore a long black coat with I believe a hood upon it—a garment quite like that he wore in the vision, and one I possessed no special knowledge of in his wardrobe.

[...] It showed a life-size, full-face figure of Bill Gallagher wearing a long dark coat, as he stood against a somewhat stylized outdoor background of pyramid shapes in bright colors—either tempera or acrylics.

There is much more here that the author does not understand, but he has hit upon excellent methods, and you can take advantage of them. [...]

[...] He could have continued, but we decided to cut it short.