“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He tried to call Syracuse but the line was busy. He’s to talk to them and let me know what he finds out. [...] I’m keeping Seth’s information about bureaucratic bungling in mind, I told Jane; it appears that he is quite right. [...]

[...] An hour later I called Andrew Fife in billing; he was out for 15 minutes, and would call back, a girl said. [...] When Andrew called I went to see him, showing him the two latest communications from Blue Cross, with the new claim numbers for Jane’s account; he copied them, and reiterated that the company was stalling: “It helps their cash flow, but it doesn’t do anything for ours.” A lot of money is involved—millions of dollars, upon which Blue Cross can collect extra interest by postponing their payments to clients, he said.

[...] “Is he saying something new here?” I asked Jane as soon as she was out of trance. [...]

(“What I mean is,” I said, “I think he’s saying something new about you. [...]

(Just before she took a nap this noon, Jane received a letter from a man who explained that he’d married a woman with genetic deformities of her hands. [...] The writer has obviously learned much from reading the Seth material, and revealed insight as to why he and his lady had chosen to marry to begin with. Yet he still expressed sorrow, and asked: “Why?” He’s troubled by the challenges of one who has to live with a so-called deformed wife—and now a child—each day. Jane plans to inform him that he and his family are doing much better than they know.

He is aware of a different kind of being. He encounters his consciousness first, and then he encounters the world—so I am saying, of course, that each person has an identity that is larger than the framework of consciousness with which you are usually familiar in life.

[...] Then this afternoon she picked up from Seth that in a new chapter he’d explain how physical deformities are, among other things, manifestations of the great range of abilities encompassed within our species’ genetic pool, and that we retain such flexibility in case wide changes are ever needed. [...]

(Malba met her husband Bronson there; he was a foreman in the factory or plant. [...] He was not English himself, but had English relatives and was visiting them. He had an English grandmother.

(I asked Malba if she could contact her husband, if he was on her plane. She replied that she didn’t care to, that he remarried too soon after her death.

(While her husband worked in the factory he also owned a farm outside Decatur. [...]

[...] She sometimes sees others, including Jane’s old friend Father Trainor; he is still fat.

He is so different in his attitude as to appear to be two completely different people. [...] He needs strongly to feel that he is liked. His affectations are for the purpose of building up an image that he believes must be superior enough to be respected. If he is not going to be liked, he is determined to be respected.

His powerful basic insecurity was caused by a broken home, and a situation where he was also thrown into alien cultures; not only was he unsure of belonging to a family, but also felt he had no cultural or national belongings.

So he attempted to wrap himself in the cloak of organization. He remained however basically anonymous. [...] The gallery represents a unit of community affiliation in which he can exert some power, and yet be within a community unit.

[...] He wanted, and finally expected, some kind of domain of his own. Being a part of no real community as a youngster, being unsure even of family unit, he first sought out various organizational positions, and governmental environments, as a man might wrap a cloak about him to protect himself from the elements.

[...] Ruburt is not particularly pleased with what he knows I am about to say, but I am not held by the same social rules that hold him in this particular manner, and I know Philip (Seth’s entity name for John Bradley) perhaps better than he does.

What he does not understand is the rage that she is containing. There is considerable strength to it, and he should recognize this. [...]

Now, the girl respects Philip because he will not be dominated. [...]

[...] He senses this subconscious need of hers however to hold him, and resents it vigorously. [...]

[...] His performance, Joseph, was extremely heartening, since he trusted his own intuitions this time; that he did not pound his head against the wall, as in the past. He was correct in his afternoon insight. [...]

[...] His students perfectly sensed his attitudes, and while he led them with his right hand, he cautioned them to hold back with the other. He offered much, but would only deliver a portion. [...]

[...] He can operate as himself and my heavy hand is not so in evidence. He is simply more quiet than usual. [...]

[...] This is a state in which we can do some excellent work as he learns to help me sustain it. [...] Does he not look perfectly normal to our cat lover?

[...] He said a part of the bone at the break site, had become infected, and probably had been for a long time. It might go away, he said, as it evidently had once before when the ulcer there had healed. He agreed with us that it was okay to leave the area uncovered and free of cream, since it’s thoroughly washed each day in hydro. He didn’t advocate doing anything like an operation, and his advice was consistent with Seth’s material yesterday. He’ll check on the knee, he said.

[...] He agreed with my idea to open a separate account for fund checks. He also asked for our copy of Reality Change, to copy for the file, and I added a copy of Maude’s letter also. [...]

[...] He left to get tools. Jane had to be covered while he was in the room, but for a long while I didn’t hear her complaining about this today.

[...] This is mixed of course with strong surges of desire, and the release of that desire is all-important — for now he truly wants (underlined) to walk normally, and is willing — more than willing — to give up any fears or doubts that have stood in his way in the past.

That is why I emphasize a new (underlined) beginning, for it is from that viewpoint that he will be structuring his life from now on.

[...] His impatience is meant to remind him forcibly that he is indeed serious about his recovery, and assures him that he will not “fall back.” [...] Each change he notices, however minute, acts as a trigger, activating other portions of the body, which themselves must then be aroused, exercised and strengthened before they in turn begin to play a new dependable role in overall mobility.

[...] The physical signs that he recognizes are definite indications of the body’s excellent response, and predictive of future ability. [...]

As to Ruburt: it is because the legs are loosening that he cannot sometimes count upon their remaining in one position when he walks. [...]

[...] He must reinforce his faith in the process as he does.

[...] (Pause.) He feels he has the prerogative to use power in any way he chooses. [...]

[...] He is on the right track. He has his [new book] project, and you are doing well, and I bid you both a fond good evening.

[...] Basically (pause), a fanatic believes that he is powerless.

He does not trust his own self-structure, or his ability to act effectively. [...]

[...] He is more interested in food. [...] They can be saved if you can manage it, meaning if he can manage to believe it. [...]

[...] When he feels, however, as he did today, like taking the glasses off, let him do so. [...]

[...] He may lose the loose ones in that procedure. If he can hold confidence, however, they can then stabilize in slightly different positions, and hold firm enough for practical purposes.

He is quite correct: the universe is not neutral. [...]

He projects it in a dimension unperceived by the conscious mind. But even though it has served his purposes and he contracts, the expansion and projection of energy has taken place and he cannot call it back. He can only withdraw from it.

[...] Therefore, when the dreamer contracts his multi-realistic objects backward, ending for himself the so-called dream that he constructed, he ends it for himself only. [...]

[...] If a man could actually focus his concentration upon those hidden, feared, mainly unknown, unrecognized elements in the physical universe upon which men simply cannot agree; if he could focus upon the dissimilarities rather than the similarities in the physical universe, he would wonder what gave anyone the idea that there was even one physical object upon which men could agree.

[...] In the event that Seth might do this, and also discuss our dreams, as he has mentioned doing by way of illustrating the material, I read to Jane just before the session began two very vivid dreams that I have had within the last two weeks, involving my father and other members of my family. [...]

The important thing is for him not to worry at any given stage, for there will be many fleeting stages—very fleeting—as long as he trusts the process. When he can sit in the sun on his porch the heat treatments should be dispensed with.

He is beyond the point, however, of unpredictability, as when he could not tell when the right leg would hold or not in any position. [...]

[...] He is no longer frozen in position. [...]

[...] A California resident called Maude Cardwell in Texas, to tell her that he has our permission to market the audio tapes of Jane’s ESP class, which ended in 1975. [...]

For instance, the individual might be talking along normally enough when he or she hears the sirens of a police car in the distance. [...]

[...] The disturbed person may immediately begin a long tirade, describing previous episodes in which he or she was hunted from city to city. [...]

The point is, that in such circumstances the person will try to use evidence from the outside world to prove that he is indeed being pursued.

(He told me that such a turndown was the first time he’d seen it happen, and couldn’t understand it. He tried to explain about Jane’s care, but I only partially understood. [...] He suggested I see Pete Harpending, our lawyer, right away, saying that we have a good case. [...]

[...] “I don’t know what he said,” Jane said, but while he was talking I got the feeling that it—the insurance thing—wasn’t going to go on and on—it wouldn’t drag on,” she said. [...]

[...] This morning I’d reread his brief passages in the session for December 3, in which he’d noted that the affair would be settled to our satisfaction. [...]

[...] “You sound like me,” he said. [...]

[...] He has a session tomorrow evening and he had a session last night, but he does not bother me over much. [...]

[...] I should not joke about him for he is indeed as he said earlier, delighted. [...]

[...] I am here whether or not I speak, you see, and often I inspire Ruburt, so that when he speaks himself, he speaks for me. [...]

[...] Your Dr. King is now precisely what he always was. The man who killed him believes he has killed a man, and ended consciousness forever and blotted out for eternity something that existed for a very brief time. [...]

He is doing well. He can do far better, and the way to begin is to allow the spontaneous self as much freedom as he can in daily life, and to trust its expression—that it knows his psychic and creative needs, his physical needs, his social and financial needs, and all of these can be taken care of.

[...] Ruburt is learning that even he went too far, but I do want you still to think of the symptoms as a well-meaning but distorted structure that can dissolve—and can dissolve overnight when Ruburt understands it is no longer needed or wanted. It is a method that he tried, but it did not work because it defeated its own purposes.

(10:06.) Ruburt is doing well with the walking, and he is more and more aware of relaxation of various portions of the body. [...]

[...] The symptoms served to slow him down psychically, while he mentally considered his position.

[...] He has not learned to conserve his energies, but to use them at all it seems that he must allow them almost to explode, so that there is little reserve. [...]

[...] If he can see that he is indeed responsible for the condition of his physical body in the most practical manner possible, then it will be much easier for him to picture his own cure.

[...] A sufferer has adopted an illness into his own self-image, through suggestion, which to a large degree he himself has given. He has caused the illness, whether it be organic or otherwise, and only suggestion will rid him of it.

[...] He carried on for me very well, and his abilities have once more shown a good degree of advancement. [...]

Later he wonders what happened, that his life was saved, and his plans altered at the last moment. Our friend wanted to live and had faith that he would. In spite of his own conscious lack of knowledge, he was brought to operate according to the information available in Framework 2, though he was not aware of it. He lost his ticket—a stupid error, it seemed. [...]

If our friend learned of the plane crash, he saw this only too well. If he never learned of the plane crash, and did not have faith in the beneficial nature of events, then he might simply remember the entire affair as highly unpleasant, stupid, and even think that it was another example that he could do nothing right.

[...] Lo and behold—for while everything seems so poorly, our friend’s life is being saved, for he misses his plane.

[...] Ruburt does not have to fear that he must give up some creativity for physical freedom, for the two go hand in hand.