“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“When man realizes that he creates his own image now, he will not find it so startling to believe that he creates other images in other times. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s life as he knows it is not in my memory — because I did different things when I was Ruburt. And he is not bound by that reality that was mine.

[...] He surprises me, and his reactions alter my past. In his terms I am a future self, with far greater knowledge, yet he uses that knowledge to alter his present reality; and when I was Ruburt I did not have that knowledge. [...]

In the 82nd session for August 27, 1964: “When man realizes that he himself creates his personal and universal environment in concrete terms, then he can begin to create a private and universal environment much superior to the one that is the result of haphazard and unenlightened constructions.

(10:29.) He is beginning to release the desire to walk normally, rather just to ask for improvements—for before, he was not sure where he wanted those improvements to lead. The seminar idea means that he is changing in his mind, and that is where the changes must occur. [...]

[...] That belief generates certain actions or events, so that practically speaking, while he sees the flames, and perhaps smells the smoke, the heat of the fire will have no effect—because for him its character is changed. He ignores the evidences of his senses.

[...] He is simply acting according to another belief, but he is being true to his nature, which in this case led him to the desire for such an achievement. [...]

[...] In a manner of speaking, again, he erases the fire’s practicality, so that it can have no effect.

He is more relaxed. He looks at a watch, a round one. [...]

He has just taken off a suit jacket, and he sits down by a dark desk. [...]

[...] On November 2, four days later, we received a short letter from Dr. Instream in which he asked that Jane and I “simply continue as we are going.” [...]

[...] When Ruburt tries too hard, he often blocks material by losing spontaneity; and when you try too hard, you interrupt any communication, or at least make it more difficult.

The yoga discipline is helping him more than he realizes. He need not try to force himself into any sort of strained spirituality. He is intuitively aware of more than he knows.

[...] Although we didn’t receive the plates by the day he mentioned, we did not return to the bureau as he said to do, but chose to wait a little longer; the plates arrived the next week.

[...] He is a friend; visiting us over the Christmas holidays, he urged Jane and me not to wait too long before making personal inquiries at the bureau, to check and see if they had received my application. [...]

[...] He was subconsciously but never consciously aware that next month marked the time of his grandfather’s death, and subconsciously he knew his grandfather’s age at death.

(12:01 AM.) Have Ruburt read through the book he has begun (Personal Reality). He is, now, working directly with beliefs. See that he does not concentrate on the old ones, while however recognizing them, and encourage him in his ability to insert the new ones. [...]

[...] He has recently left our area of existence for another, and he has not yet sufficiently learned to operate within the new set of conditions. [...]

[...] He is himself in a period of transition, and there are several difficulties that are operating.

On the one hand he cannot communicate with you clearly because of his own condition at this time. [...]

It is because of this that he speaks through you, because of your youth, and because your condition in this system or life somewhat approximates his own situation within another system. [...]

(Long pause.) He is learning to create whole private and public worlds that directly correspond to his own states of mind. The possible diversity and the vast assortment of the creative ventures possible mean that he had accepted certain measures of uncertainty. He hits snags. [...]

Ruburt was not responsible for the housekeeper’s death when he was in high school. He felt such accusations, however. [...]

[...] In that regard the Sinful-Self concept represents an exaggerated, distorted version of man’s recognition that in certain ways he seems (underlined) less sure of himself than the other species, less at ease, for he has taken upon himself the creative recognition of uncertainties (all intently. [...]

He should definitely express any feelings that come to mind in that fashion, and as he did with the flashing moment of anger at you (this afternoon). [...]

[...] He is giving it a different picture of the world, and he is doing that because he has finally changed many of his old beliefs.

[...] He is managing to disentangle himself from many disadvantageous cultural beliefs — beliefs that both of you for years, like other people, took for granted.

[...] Ruburt felt himself more responsible than you, since he spoke the words for me. [...]

[...] Ruburt accepted the magic of a poem, but not the magic of health or mobility, because he was convinced that mobility stood in the way of his other abilities.

(See the 443rd session.) Rather naturally he placed emotional connotations, or superimposed these upon the experience. He will not have such difficulties as he learns. [...]

[...] He should know that the Jane self, the Jane personality, is not divided into highly specialized though effective units, as he has been wondering.

[...] He nicely concludes that we have a right to existence, and even possess a certain consciousness. However, he believed that we were divergent portions of a medium’s consciousness, that had gained relative independence.

He is temperamentally closer to physical existence. (Long pause.) He is very at home with Jane, you see. [...]

(At the time of the 358th session we did not know Merle was scheduled by his company to be in New York City; nor could he have known where we would be eating supper at that particular time. He had not been to our hotel on 46th Street, since when we met at the restaurant he asked us where we were staying. We believe, however, that he may have had a general idea that we would be staying in the Times Square area.

[...] He had planned to be in the audience at the Alan Burke TV show August 16. [...] He is hardly forgotten however.

[...] F. Fell asked Jane if she would be willing to speak as Seth at, say, Town Hall, if he rented it. [...]

[...] RFB.) …I will at all times —and this is for your benefit, Joseph—I will protect your Ruburt, as I saw to it that he did not appear on the program. [...]

Ruburt, on one occasion, created a window thought-form on the blank wall through which he actually flew, simply because he held fears and could not imagine going through a solid wall. He saw the window, incidentally, as opened, you see. [...]

Now, first, Ruburt is having some success in turning the focus of his attention away from the symptoms, and if he continues and remembers, then his progress will be speedy. He followed my suggestions several times today, with good results.

Now, he would like me to say something concerning some other matters, and so I shall.

[...] When projections occur now he is not consciously aware of them. [...]

[...] He cannot send it to individual “B”. He can send an approximation of it, for the attempt to transmit the thought automatically changes the thought itself. He sends an approximation of the original thought, and this approximation is further changed by “B’s” action as he attempts to receive it. [...]

[...] The best he can do is create a distortion of the original landscape—a creation of an approximation that can comfortably exist within the limited perspectives with which he can work, and using the materials that are at his own command.

[...] The artist may hint at time within his painting, but he cannot capture the physical eons that might be contained in the mountains themselves, which he wishes to reproduce.

[...] He could not create an identical landscape because he did not have at his command the perspectives or materials necessary.

The abundance of energy met no resistance therefore, and was immediately focused and disciplined according to the desire that he expressed. [...] He is simply learning. And he has much more to learn.

The suggestion was given that he have an abundance of energy, and that he would focus and discipline the energy so that he could use it in his writing and in his psychic work. [...]

[...] He drove, or rather was driven, and did not walk there, and he had an appointment immediately after.

[...] (Pause.) It is his own (pause), and he concentrates upon it.

[...] He explained that these were our entity names, and I was half amused to have a male one, and to find Seth referring to me as “he” or “him.” [...]

But Seth’s bisexuality is a far vaster concept than the ones usually suggested by that term, and he sees it as a basic source from which our sexual definitions arise. [...] More: He ties in his discussion of sexuality with the birth of languages and the nature of “the hidden God.”

[...] I knew that on session nights, Rob “lost” his work time on that project, and he still had to type up the latest book session on the following day, while all I had to do was … what? [...]

[...] He was still working on The “Unknown” Reality when Seth finished this present book. [...]

[...] According to his proficiency, he would feel in like manner the experience of being the grass and so forth. He would in no way lose consciousness of who he was, and he would perceive these experiences again, somewhat in the same manner that you perceive heat and cold. [...]

[...] He died in 1962 in Marlboro, England. He was not English himself but was visiting relatives there. While her husband worked in the factory, he also owned a farm outside of Decatur, and after marriage the couple moved there. [...]

(And in the next (nineteenth) session on January 17, 1964, Seth did carry his discussion on the inner sense further, and he gave us additional clues as to how we could use them. [...] The session was a long one, and he began by emphasizing the fact that all physical sense data was camouflage.)

Rob was taking down the dictation so quickly he hardly looked up. “No,” he said.

[...] With a single look the artist has an immediate grasp of the entire work before him; he (or she) can tell what he’s done and has to do, what he may have to change or “fix up,” even if he fails at it. Not so the writer, who while reading must pass up the artist’s simultaneous perception for his own linear cognition as he makes a multitude of decisions involving sentence structure, what to use or eliminate, and so forth.

The physician is also a private person, so I speak of him only in his professional capacity, for he usually does the best he can in the belief system that he shares with his fellows. [...]

[...] Over the telephone three days later, Tam suggested that Jane do a children’s book, or one for “readers of all ages,” based on her dream about Emir;² the next day he called again, this time to give her the delightful news that he’d accepted James for publication.

[...] While Ruburt was working at one of his books a few days ago, he heard a public service announcement. [...] He sternly suggested that the elderly and those with certain diseases make appointments at once for flu shots.

[...] Ruburt does not feel that you are amiss because you are not “making money on your own,” but he feels deeply your own discontent in that area, and he feels bewildered—for years ago you said so often that it would be great if you could just paint or write without worrying about money. He feels that you are highly dissatisfied. He would do anything that you wanted. [...]

[...] He found he could do much more than both of you thought when he had to, and you can encourage him to tell you about more, for sometimes he feels in your way. [...]

Your mother looked up to him because he made money. [...] To her he fell from an initial high estate—meaning his early success, that offered her the possibilities of wealth and social status. [...]

[...] In light of his desire for creativity he simply tries much harder to ignore them than you do, and his drive for communication with others through the books is strong enough, you see, so that like a battleship he drives on. [...]

[...] He asked how Jane was, asked about her work, and books, and commented quite positively on her recovery from the recent infection and fever. “She’s very resilient, isn’t she?” he said, and I could tell that he was very pleasantly surprised and pleased at Jane’s performance. [...] He said he’d be up to see her, but is keeping tabs on her through records.

Within the patterns of human experience, then, lies evidence of man’s greater ability: He rubs shoulders with his own deeper understanding whenever he remembers, say, a precognitive dream, an out-of-body—whenever he feels the intrusion or infusion of knowledge into his mind from other than physical sources. [...]

[...] Rob turned off the radio so he could hear on the phone…. He goes out front to feed the birds. [...]

(Jane hadn’t operated well yesterday.¹ She did tell me that she was somewhat surprised to realize Seth might be closer to completing his work on Dreams than she’d thought he was. [...]

[...] Floyd is an extremely generous and caring individual who has helped us many times over the years; he’s the contractor who converted half of our double garage for the hill house into Jane’s writing room.² Jane and I have each shared a number of psychic experiences with him.

[...] Now, to end the suspense I will indeed shortly say good evening to you (after each previous trance we wondered if Seth would be back, since he hadn’t said good night, and he always says good night). [...] When Ruburt receives my energy, often he does not know what to do with it. [...] He thinks that the energy collects about him until it could shatter the walls of the room. [...]

I have been here, as Ruburt knows well, through your class this evening, and he has given me permission, for I would not dare peek into this class unless he told me that I could do so. For such a small and slender snip he holds his own. [...]

(V. whispered to T. asking if he was watching the tape.) I sipsise (?) [sic] whispers. [...]

[...] If my friend here would permit it, and he will not, I could easily shatter the glass of the window with as little effort as is required for a child to breathe. [...]