“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

An individual who has survived physical death can if he wishes recreate any portion of his own past as it was. He can recreate any portion of his own past in any way he wishes, changing his own actions within it if he so chooses, combining and reforming the entire composition. [...] The others involved are vivid hallucinations, and he may not realize this.

[...] Before he developed it as far as he could, but he did not use it fully for he had nothing he wanted to say to propel it forward.

He is acting out the past so vividly and with such a frenzy that electromagnetic patterns are momentarily disrupted. He breaks through into “current,” in quotes, physical reality, but he cannot step forth freely into it, but is imprisoned by his own overpowering and blind purposes.

It is as if an artist finished a painting, and instead of going to a new one he does countless variations of the original, without realizing what he is doing. [...]

[...] This results in the lingering strong sensitivities, which will vanish as he becomes reassured. He was literally terrified. [...] It is taking him a while to realize that he is free. But he is doing so, and energy is being released and is available to him, that was not available earlier.

He had hoped for a longer stay, and will feel some dash of cold water, from which he will quickly recover. He may hope to find a stronger job in Elmira, and a room you see, so he could stay longer.

I recommend that he serve his notice to his Mr. Miller, though he on his own does not feel quite ready to do so. [...] However a touch of this docility operates in that he fears saying no to the nursery school proposition.

He was intellectually certain of this in the past, but not emotionally certain. [...] When he is confident of you, he is free in the sessions.

[...] He showed us some techniques for massage, which were very helpful. He had a lot of other ideas that are contrary to generally accepted medical belief and practice, and we wished he lived closer. He even thought a thyroid gland could regenerate itself, as Seth has said. He represented a body of knowledge to us, then, that we wished we could avail ourselves of. He talked of driving up occasionally, but it’s a five-hour trip and wouldn’t work out very well from his standpoint. [...]

He went finally because he thought you wanted him to. He feared that his own strong disinclination was simply the result of negative conditioning, and because he was interested in the doctor’s opinions, since this would be the first specialist in that field of arthritis—that he would have a chance to talk to, with all tests completed, and so forth. [...]

(During the visit, after he examined the finger, Dr. S. seemed to me at least a bit surprised that Dr. Wilworth had ruled out the possibility of a blood clot; because of its sudden onset I gathered Dr. S. thought this was a possibility. He described an angiogram to us, an out-patient sterile procedure in which a dye is fed into the circulatory system then traced via X-ray to see where blockages might have occurred in the finger. He also described how a catheter could be inserted into a vein in the arm and snaked back to the heart—again painlessly—to see if and where clots could have originated. [...]

(While we were there Dr. S. repeated several times that he wasn’t a vascular surgeon himself. He called a colleague of his who was in Ithaca, and described Jane’s finger condition to him, but if memory serves he received ambiguous information again. [...]

Therefore he made the inner decision. Before, he was afraid to see psychic events. [...] He has poor eyes, because he did not want to see physical events. He did not use vision strongly as an aid, not strongly, say, comparatively speaking. He was poor in forming clear mental images, even as he was poor at seeing physical events.

Therefore with the development of the psychic experience he carried through in the same manner. [...] He did not want to see his mother clearly. He was frightened, hence the pattern developed. He suddenly realized that there was an advantage to be gained here, and he wanted to see immediately after his friend saw my image.

[...] (Pause.) I will speak to our Aerofranz when he comes to visit. For now there are simply some errors he has made, both in expecting too much on the one hand, and not expecting enough on the other. [...] He and his Adam are beginning to build it. Work is needed on both of their parts in that he is himself pushing for predictions, —whether he realizes this or not, and trying to bring more “across” in quotes, than the bridge can carry. [...]

[...] I appeared in class and he did not see me, and his friend did. And he knows why.

He tries to be gallant. He is also worried because of his own nature that women find him unattractive, because of age, and because of a feeling for the other sex. He wants to feel that he is not so much a homosexual as that he leaves women unaffected. For this reason his comments and manner grow more “out of bounds” as he grows older and becomes more frightened.

He told himself he understood what the feelings were, and did not approve of them, but he did not allow them expression at all.

[...] It is one of the reasons for example why he does not like to eat, generally, in front of others. [...] When he did not feel loved he would not eat—the two appetites, you see.

[...] You helped him because he was aware of your love and concern. [...] He knew you were making every effort to provide your end of a merry Christmas, with the tree, etc.

(In our first talk I’d suggested to David that he write us a letter describing his attraction to this woman, and he called today to say that he was mailing such a missive, after rewriting it a couple of times. I’d thought the letter idea might help him put the whole affair, which he says has gone on for three years, in better perspective. [...] He’d told me that the fixation, or whatever, had gotten worse lately, and that he’d had strange palpitations and breathing difficulties when he began to think of her. He hadn’t been able to just shake off the feelings involved.

[...] I’d also suggested he return to playing the guitar, in the event the affair represented yearnings toward music or show business that he might have suppressed. He hasn’t gotten a guitar yet—he’d sold the old one years ago, thinking he’d never be good enough to become a professional. I’d said it could still be a worthwhile activity, and he’d agreed to get another instrument as soon as he got some money. At the moment he’s unemployed. [...]

[...] I was a bit surprised to hear he’d been so free of the feelings so quickly after our talk. I’d immediately suspected that he called us because he needed help that he wasn’t getting from his parents, but didn’t say this to him. I did downplay the telepathy ideas, however, thinking it was much better that he solve the puzzle through ordinary channels and approaches. [...]

[...] It was David Butts again—telling me that since our talk last week he’s been free of the rather obsessive thinking about sending and receiving telepathic messages involving a certain female comedy star who appears on a late-night TV show. [He wouldn’t tell me who the personality is.] I’m David’s uncle.

[...] As I stated this does not mean that at certain stages if his knees hurt he cannot cry, or that either of you should consider that a defeat. [...] He has been hungrier lately. He is using more nourishment, building new cells, and should be alert so that he eats however often when he feels the impulse. [...]

[...] So if he gives in to an impulse to cry then he feels he forces you to behave in a stereotyped male way—in a role you have rejected, and rightly so.

It would do him better to cry when he feels like it, fully. [...] He is afraid that such action would put you in a poor mood, but you must both understand that it is therapeutic, and also activates the body in beneficial ways. [...]

He also feels that crying is dependent in a feminine way, and goes against the fact that he has rejected the stereotyped feminine role. [...]

The more he does physically also the more his body needs and will ask for food. He is about over the long sleep cycle that followed directly on beginning the exercises. [...] He has had gravy for example, and potatoes more frequently, where before he would not.

[...] He is still doing well with the exercises. [...] A natural-enough resentment comes to the surface at times, natural enough under the circumstances, in which he objects to taking special time out, but largely he is overcoming that attitude and a more pliable attitude toward the body is being set up.

[...] This will also encourage him as the two of you quite freely discuss all aspects, and he will not harbor worries that he can speak frankly in the context of the conversation.

[...] Otherwise he does not voice worries, for example. The ones that he has are not severe ones, regarding the wisdom of your move for example, but are negative projections on his part.

As he drove into town … he saw on the street a girl who looked familiar. No wonder — he’d met her at a bar the first time he was in town. “I’ve only been in this town twice, when I visited you before,” he said. [...] She had told him he could stay at her place overnight. [...] We only spoke to him for an hour, and he said he had wondered earlier what he’d do with the whole evening … so what exactly happened at the magical level of activity?

[...] Rob grinned when he saw him; John had been here twice before (once a year), he was good-humored, good-looking, eager, healthy and strong. He was engaging, and knew it. We talked to him for an hour (while, alas, dinner got cold), but he was one of those people pleasantly gifted in a variety of fields who hadn’t yet settled down to concentrate on the development of any one or two abilities in particular. He was like some kid admiring a box of chocolates; each piece representing one of his own talents, wondering which piece to nibble on first. Somewhere in the conversation, with a smiling sense of wonder, he told us what had happened as he drove through Elmira on the way to our house.

He was in no position to help others, for he hated their vulnerability. For his own development therefore he needed to face this on his own and conquer it. Otherwise he would never be able to look upon the sick with a compassionate or understanding eye.

Again, he was too terrified. He will completely recover, and then his story will have meaning. [...] You had your own time of it, partially for the same reason, but he had to face the depths of his own terror, and rise and walk away from it, if he were ever to help others do the same.

[...] He is overly concerned with them now, and this holds the image of them in his mind. [...] He is not having success with the exercises I suggested because he is trying too hard. [...]

Ruburt’s abilities began to expand again when he realized he would regain his health in the late spring. [...]

In many cases he refuses to admit the mover. He trusts himself much more when he says “I will read,” and then he reads, than he does when he says “I will see,” and then he sees. He remembers having learned consciously to read, but he does not remember consciously having learned to see. And what he cannot remember consciously he fears, and what he fears he simply denies existence to.

Therefore, with such an unnatural division it seems to man that he does not know himself. He says “I breathe, but who breathes, since consciously I cannot tell myself to breathe or not to breathe?” He says “I dream, but who dreams? [...] He cuts himself in half, then wonders why he is not whole. [...] Man has consistently admitted to the evidence only those things he could see, smell, touch or hear, and in so doing he could only appreciate half of himself. [...] He is aware of only a third of himself, because two-thirds of himself exists in that realm to which he will not admit.

[...] And he looked down, could not see his body, could not hear his voice, and therefore deduced that he had no body and no voice, even though he knew he had both a body and a voice before he entered that room. But he says “I will at any moment believe only what I can see, and though I am sure that I saw more at one time, now I can see nothing and so I have no body, since I cannot see it.”

[...] It is however a fact that even mankind, in his blundering manner, will discover that he himself creates his own physical universe, and that the mechanisms of the physical body have more functions and varieties than he knows. [...] They continue in an even more direct form than they do when he is awake. He creates when he dreams in a truer and less distorted fashion, and his physical world is much more the product of his dreaming self than it is of his waking state.

[...] And yet it may seem to him that he does know, for the nature of a dogma’s origin will be explained in terms that this main character can understand. The historical Jesus knew who he was, but he also knew that he was one of three personalities composing one entity. To a large extent he shared in the memory of the other two.

(9:20.) He will not come to reward the righteous and send evildoers to eternal doom. He will, however, begin a new religious drama. [...] As happened once before, however, he will not be generally known for who he is. [...] He will return to straighten out Christianity, which will be in a shambles at the time of his arrival, and to set up a new system of thought when the world is sorely in need of one.

Now he did not create them on his own, and thrust them upon historical reality. (Jane paused, a hand to her eyes.) He created them in so far as he found himself forced to admit certain facts: In that world at that time, earthly power was needed to hold Christian ideas apart from numberless other theories and religions, to maintain them in the middle of warring factions. It was his job to form a physical framework; and even then he was afraid that the framework would strangle the ideas, but he saw no other way.

Paul tried to deny knowing who he was, until his experience with conversion. Allegorically, he represented a warring faction of the self that fights against his own knowledge and is oriented in a highly physical manner. It seemed he went from one extreme to another, being against Christ and then for him. But the inner vehemence was always present, the inner fire, and the recognition that he tried for so long to hide.

The fact that he is now thinking of walking after dinner is an obvious advance. His irritability is somewhat natural — but also based on the idea, still, that when he is laying down that is dead time [...] It would help, of course, if he reminded himself that his creative mind is at work whether or not he is aware of it, and regardless of what he is doing, and that such periods have the potential, at least, of accelerating creativity, if he allows his intellect to go into a kind of free drive at such times. You might have him become more aware of when he actually becomes tired, or uncomfortable, so that he does lay down then.

(During her mid-morning exercise-and-rest break today, I asked Jane if she had any idea why Seth had come through with the material he’d given us in last Monday evening’s session. [...] Then: “Well, I don’t tell you everything, but for some time now I’ve known Seth gives what I call ‘fill-in’ sessions, or ‘floating material’— stuff he could give any time. [...]

(In spite of her protestations, however, Jane felt Seth near as we talked —then when he came through he did discuss the subjects we were concerned about at the moment.)

[...] A few weeks ago, he could hardly wait to lie down at the appointed times, like it otherwise or no, simply because he was so uncomfortable.

If he is considering his own personal situation, however, let him remember that the firewalker utterly believes in his ability. He does not worry that he will be burned. He walks on coals as automatically as Ruburt writes, or speaks for me. His feet are not burned simply because he has faith that they will not be. [...] He has learned to focus faith in a highly specialized fashion, and has built up a backlog in that area.

The man not only walks, but he walks on fire—to most, a seeming impossibility. [...] Ruburt is in fact in constant rapport with Framework 2 when he is writing or psychically involved, and often he has contacts with other frameworks also.

[...] In those terms, his interests are now the same, but he no longer looks upon his historically known works, but considers them as background pieces, so to speak. He paints in another reality to which his own intent has led him, except that his creativity has opened up so that he no longer feels the same need for isolation.

[...] He is able to walk in the meantime. The constant activity however prepares the body for normal walking, and exercises necessary portions, then stretches them further, so that while Ruburt is not walking more noticeably upright, he is indeed taller, particularly when standing; different portions are exercised when he is sitting or standing, so that each change can be counted upon for the next alteration in posture.

This is highly amusing, for he did not want to have a chair available for the owner of the second gallery. He did not want him in the house. However he felt quite guilty over this, for the man is a Negro, and he feared that his dislike would be taken as discrimination. To prove to himself that this indeed was not the case, he began a nervous, frenzied and altogether desperate attempt to make certain that enough chairs were available.

He was very fond as a child of Edward Briscoe, who was also Negro. [...] He helped out in Ruburt’s household, therefore Ruburt feels that he should be extremely pleasant and helpful to any Negro, for this other boy’s sake. And so he felt extremely guilty because he did not welcome the thought of this other Negro into his house.

He was quite correct in assuming as he did that his upset had little to do with a lack of chairs, since he knew perfectly well that a sufficiency was available. [...] The mayor is also to be present upon this occasion, and Ruburt thought subconsciously how pleased her friend, Edward Briscoe, would be in his simple way—in the old days—to be present, and how impressed he would be with the mayor.

[...] When I visited Dr. Colucci on January 11 he told me that about a week previously, probably on Sunday, January 2,1966, he had been unable to make the climb up the icy road leading to his home outside Elmira. Dr. Colucci lives on top of a long steep hill, yet this was the first time in three years, he said, that he had been unable to drive home. [...]

(Two notes: 1. Last Thursday, March 15, Frank Longwell brought a two-day-old lamb with him when he visited us. [...] His cancer had reoccurred; he had taken a new series of treatments for it, and was again in a state of in-between, or perhaps remission. We had an enlightening talk, and by the time he left Bob said more than once that he’s “learned a lot” from Jane. Jane on the other hand was surprised at Bob’s lack of insight into the challenge of cancer that he’s taken on. But he seemed open to her ideas. [...]

[...] He believed that physical exertion was life itself, and he little appreciated the world of the mind, so little by little the self-suggestions took effect. His illness itself made him question, until finally he realized the great mental vitality he possessed. [...]

The child would not be run over by a car, for example, or pick up diseases from other children in school when he grew. He would be protected.

[...] He received an overabundance of sympathy, special treats, and so forth, so that his condition brought more and more rewards, even as he became more uncomfortable. [...]

Now, in a few of his delusions he was quite content. He imagined his sons as children sleeping. The whole personality who left is aware of the situation, but he is not vitally concerned. [...] He left a fragment of himself to satisfy the few lingering requirements.

[...] They have been connected with a feeling of helplessness, mainly centered around his feeling that he was not contributing financially what he should. This month he felt fairly satisfied, finally.

Had he been working on the dream book also there would have been some noticeable improvement by now, because of the financial conditions there also. He is finding himself more capable than he had believed also in dealing with your parents’ situation. [...]

He wanted to be the father of boys. [...] He wanted to be the father of three for his own reasons, rather than the father of one or two children, you see.

He was afraid he would be turned upside down, and in the dream he was before he attained the top. This represents his tendency to look back over the way he has come.

[...] He trusts you. In the dream he follows you where he wants to go, but he needs your confidence to help lead him.

(It is Seth’s interpretation of Jane’s very interesting dream of this morning, and was given after he had finished dictation for the evening on Chapter 22 of his book: Seth Speaks—A Goodbye and an Introduction.

On a physical level the dream had another meaning—that after awhile he will not be worried about stairs and walking. [...]

(Timothy Foote told Jane he would review Seth Speaks for the magazine. [...] He told us his review for Richard Bach wouldn’t “be hostile;” he didn’t particularly like the book. Jane, liking Timothy Foote, told me later that had he stayed for the evening she would have had a session for him; yet we feel there were reasons he didn’t stay, and that things worked out for the best all around.

[...] He had to be free to do both. There was a period while he learned to readjust, of course. He was learning.

[...] Timothy Foote was very interested in Jane’s abilities, and said he would like to return for a session with a recorder. He is to write to us.

He has always been deeply concerned with the nature of reality, both from an intellectual and emotional standpoint, and where Seagull did not reach him personally, he was fascinated by the phenomena of belief behind it, and then was fascinated by the phenomena of belief behind the Lourdes healings.

Some of that understanding should flower this week, so that he grabs more fully a hold of that creative stimulus that can greatly accelerate his improvements. The paper that he wrote and you read is important there—he must understand more fully that his mind can indeed direct his body toward flexibility. He made the necessary distinctions in that paper, and he should use it as a basis for whatever work he decides to do with suggestion, whether it is alone or with you.

[...] He did make gains this week in the use of suggestion, so that he understood better how he has been using it to his disadvantage, and how to change that course. [...]