“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] No one asked Seth to do so and, of course, all this time he was speaking through me in this voice of his. [...]

[...] I would be the perceptive mechanism in the other location while he would translate the perceptions and communicate them in physical terms. [...]

[...] Had Rob asked questions about the room, or had someone asked again about the young man’s mother’s maiden name [asked earlier] I am certain that Seth could have given the information—that “I” would have gone out after it while he spoke and controlled the mechanism. [...]

[...] Yet it is not Seth’s taking over that concerns me for when he does take over I am not afraid at all. [...]

There is a woman close to him with whom he has a brotherly relationship, and who helps tend to his wants. He is about 54, and up and about, and still at work in his way, however. [...]

[...] He knows of me, he is not aware of all the levels of his own identity or personality. [...]

[...] He can barely see out of one eye.

Alone, they carry within themselves the splendor of unknown knowledge, and they arise from the deep founts of Ruburt’s life, containing within themselves the neighborhood and world in which he grew, the power and vitality of the people he knew, the resourcefulness and energy that composed reality. Hidden within the sessions there is the splendid vitality of Father Trenton, his (Jane’s) mother, his neighbors and teachers — but beyond that the sessions connect and unite the annals of existence as he has experienced them, so that in speaking with my voice, and for me (quavering), he expresses the blessed vitality and acknowledgments of the universe, as even through the sessions the sweet universe acknowledges his own presence and being. [...]

[...] “I don’t know what he meant by the “Let us continue,” but that’s the last sentence I got. [...]

It may be significant that such distractions did not bother him until he read that they were supposed to. There is a reason also in that a deeper state of consciousness is sometimes needed when the upper level of his subconscious is concerned, as it still is since he gave notice at the gallery.

[...] With him he brought some rolls of copper sheeting for our table, and incense and a burner. [...]

(Seth began referring to mental enclosures, mental enzymes, etc., many many sessions ago, at the same time he began to give the information on the inner senses. [...]

A mental enclosure cannot be seen or touched, yet no man is ever within a mental enclosure but that he is alone. [...]

[...] (Pause.) The major issue is indeed the reminder that he can trust his own native rhythm and motion—that it is safe to express himself in his natural life. The main point also is to be relieved of comparison with a super image, with thoughts of what he should be, and an acknowledgement of his own (underlined) feelings about any event or situation. He did indeed identify with his own tensions, so that as these are relieved he is sometimes frightened. [...]

Ruburt’s body is changing while he sleeps. [...] He is sleeping better—all issues that should be remembered. [...]

[...] The connection between black and white thinking and creativity is legitimate, but it exists the other way around: as a rule the artist or creative person is (underlined) creative to the extent that he or she escapes black and white thinking, for the creative person deals with syntheses, original versions of reality and the consideration of different groups of probabilities—groups that appear otherwise very unlikely together from the standpoint of black and white thinking. [...]

[...] It is (underlined) an excellent idea for him to write down any and all improvements he notes in each day. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Ruburt is now far more willing to make certain changes in his life than he was earlier, and he sees himself more as one of a living congregation of creatures—less isolated than before, stripped down from the superperfect model, and therefore no more under the compulsion to live up to such a psychological bondage (all with some emphasis). He need not try to be the perfect self, then, the super-image—and in fact to some extent found himself the supplicative (self?), knocking upon creaturehood’s earthly door, as any creature might ask aid from another who found himself wounded through misadventure. He found a mixed world—one hardly black or white, one with some considerable give-and-take, in which under even the most regrettable of circumstances there was (underlined) room for some action, for some improvement, for some decision, for some creative response. [...]

[...] He is returning to activity at his creative, naturally therapeutic pace, no longer afraid that he is going too fast—or will —but shown only too clearly that activity and motion represent the only safe, sane, and creative response. [...]

Therefore, a kind of momentary gap appeared between his life and his living of it—a pause and a hesitation (pause) became obvious between his life and what he would do with it, as his condition showed just before the hospital hiatus. [...]

[...] Ruburt can work with the self-image he has now. [...]

[...] He had, in truth, been thrown off it, and I believe that he was either dead or mortally wounded from stab wounds. He had a bandage wrapped around the biceps of his left arm. [...]

[...] He’d related the entire affair to her some months ago; his original perceptions had taken place over seven years ago, long before Sue had introduced him to Jane and me in 1973. Peter told me after class that my sketches had instantly rearoused his memories, although in his experience he’d seen the event from different angles. Yet, even with those discrepancies, and a few others, Peter believed that the walls in Jerusalem, the battlemented tower, the soldiers that I’d just described and depicted, were all the same as those he’d seen in his own visions of so much earlier.

[...] He’s traveled a good deal. In Chapter 4 of Politics, Jane described how Peter offered some interesting present-day “correlations” with portions of my third Roman, of the first century A.D. Peter’s information concerned the Spanish fishermen he saw hauling large nets ashore along certain beaches of the Mediterranean Sea; I’d seen similar actions during my internal perceptions that day.

(The day before the 724th session was held on December 4, I had another experience involving internal perceptions of myself as a Roman soldier in the first century A.D. As far as I can tell, however, this latest episode was not a continuation of my three visions of last October, in which I saw the end of my life while I was an officer in the armed forces of Imperial Rome¹ — yet this time also I confronted circumstances surrounding my own death. The little adventure certainly fits in with Seth’s idea of counterparts, as he introduced it in the 721st session, but it raises a number of questions, too. [...]

[...] Now, I am aware that I shall have some small difficulties with my friend but he, Ruburt, understands. When circumstances are at their best then he allows me to come through clearly, but he is concerned over issues that are only of surface importance as far as the volume of the voice is concerned, and he is only now learning control. [...]

[...] We are having some difficulties with our friend’s voice and as you see he has worn a skirt rather than slacks which somehow hamper activities. [...]

[...] He would worry about the neighbors. [...]

[...] His fingers seemed to be as flexible as a child’s. Incidentally, he talked about taking care of his hands. He played one of his own songs on camera. He’s black, by the way.)

He understands the nature of death, as in their way all animals do, but he does not understand frightening pictures of imagined illnesses that do not exist in his present, or worries about death that is not as yet to be encountered. Again, he is like all animals, filled himself with unbounded, natural biological optimism, and when that biological support is allowed its freedom, you have people performing into the very latest of years, with vitality, agility, and an elegance that only age can provide.

[...] Ask him what is wrong when you are bothered with symptoms, and he will most certainly tell you that you are frightening him by dire imaginings that do not exist in his world. [...]

[...] So he’s now actually in the process of forming a new model of the universe between those two extremes—one that recognizes that each portion of the universe has meaning in relationship to all of its other parts, but that the meaning can’t necessarily be deduced by an examination of exterior appearances, but only in so far as man examines the nature of his own consciousness in its relationship to other species—to nature itself, to the objective universe, and begins to understand the vital nature of interrelatedness, within which the process of divinity is actualized.”

[...] He wasn’t in. I left a message, and he called fifteen minutes later. [...] In his own experience, he’s handled only one such case. [...] Pete said he’d call back. [...]

[...] He’s already talked to Andrew Fife and Mary Krebs, and visited the head of the local Blue Cross office, on the floor beneath his own office. He tried to contact Kathy Hagen in Syracuse, but she’s out for the day. Next he’s going to call Fred Kardon. [...]

[...] I’d thought A. Fife mistaken yesterday, but he’d repeated the same thing to Pete, and gave him file and form numbers. [...]

[...] He said this after A. Fife had outlined the situation, that Jane didn’t require hospitalization. [...]

[...] Although we liked him personally, we came to understand that he used words as a barrier to any real communication, asked Jane few questions. At the same time he thought himself liberal-minded, he repeatedly couched Seth’s ideas in the terms used by the respected, well-known members of his profession. He told us often that while he liked a good idea “no matter where it came from,” he wouldn’t use Seth’s name in conversations with others, but would try to work in Seth’s ideas under the guise of others’ works. [...]

[...] Jane actually reacted better to some of the things he said than I did, to her credit, but I’m sure we can do much better. [...]

Your friend—Professor “Crazies”—thought himself on the one hand very avant-garde to come here, and on the other he felt the need to protect himself, to maintain the stance of a professor. [...]

[...] He lived under the authority of Welfare, as well as the church. [...]

[...] Ruburt began to feel hopeless about his condition, more and more dissatisfied with it, yet no longer certain that he could dispense with it even if he made his mind up to do so. [...]

[...] Ruburt in particular, and you also, must understand that he can indeed recover normally, that he can indeed walk normally again—and moreover that normal walking is the body’s natural tendency—his body’s as well as anyone else’s.

[...] With such an edifice, Ruburt can only use his abilities under certain conditions, and he imagines all kinds of impulses, situations, or whatever, that might steal them away, or steal away the time necessary to express them. [...]

You have seldom assured him that one day he would be walking normally, because, of course, you are also caught in the same dilemma. [...]

[...] At that time Seth didn’t come up with a party connection with mirth, although he mentioned party later on. He did connect mirth to something unpleasant, however, and we believe this to be the correct connection. Here above, he is also unsure about the party connection, the something unpleasant data interfering.

[...] Intellectually he is highly critical of it. On another level however he knows very well that it is legitimate. [...]

[...] The window through which he ascended was a symbol necessary to him. The actual physical window was behind his head, you see, so he felt impelled to have a window in front of him, in order to get out of the physical house.

Instead he has to form the imaginary image of a window, which is in itself some feat, and then project himself through this. [...] I merely wanted to point out what he did. [...]

The Butts family albums contain numerous photographs of my father as a young man, many of them self-taken with the aid of a timer; he poses with a variety of automobiles and motorcycles through the years before his marriage to my mother in 1917, and afterward, too. Sometimes he’d assembled the vehicles himself, or modified them in his own ways. In 1922 he took his wife and children (I was 3 years old, Linden not yet 2) on a six-month motor trip from the East Coast to California. When our touring car broke a rear axle on a remote dirt road in Montana, he fashioned a substitute in a blacksmith shop.

(Pause at 10:07.) This does not mean that such a personality is limited, basically, or that he does not collect about him new interests and challenges, for he is himself mobile. He even has many of the characteristics of the other self, though these of course are latent. [...]

[...] He met Stella (my mother). [...] At one time, then, in your father’s past as you think of it, having met Stella, he did not marry her after all. [...]

[...] Watch how you interpret that, but he was the child least affected by other realities. For that reason, however, and because of your parents’ personalities here, the same amount of attention was not paid him psychically, and he felt that lack.

He needs you at times to remind him that he can trust the body’s ancient wisdom—otherwise he would be in as good physical condition as you are. [...]

Any and all of his doubts can be alleviated by the complete realization that he can indeed trust the physician within, and the ancient wisdom of the body. [...]

(This morning Dr. Wilson visited Jane, and suggested that he’d like to clean out the site above her right knee where it’s open and draining. [...] He also said that even if Jane had an operation, he didn’t know if it would help straighten the leg. Jane and he discussed some sort of chair in which she could sit up, and he mentioned a type of vehicle like a wheel-chair-lounge of some sort, that perhaps could be adjusted for her to use.

[...] We are taking it gradually and gently, and upon any occasion when Ruburt feels momentarily panic-stricken, though I do not believe he will, by now he will merely come out of his state more or less automatically. [...]

The clues which he does not look for would lead toward not mere dry generalized facts, but facts that are at the basis of the universe as he knows it. [...]

The pieces to the puzzle are at mankind’s fingertips, but he has put together an awkward, ill-fitting miniature model universe of a puzzle with which he is afraid to part. [...]

[...] He tries, therefore, to construct a model of the universe with only a handful of available clues.

Ruburt knows and does not know he is onto something. We will see how far he carries it. It can be highly important, of course, but it and he should be left in that regard to their own paths right now, so I will let the matter rest. [...]

[...] “I think he’s going to go into some of that stuff I got last night about true and false, so I just thought I’d let him go. [...]

[...] So when Ruburt asks such questions from the framework of old beliefs, with their old meanings, then he can find no adequate answers. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) In that regard it is important that he realize this. [...]

You will note that he has had his own psychic experiences, and has been able to draw knowledge from them and from his own intuitions. He has followed through by using the intellect, but the intuitional data, as always, provides the direct experience upon which the intellect can then work.

[...] He asked why he did not dream of me. [...]

[...] The perceiver constructs the pseudomaterial apparition as he constructs the physical image of his contemporaries, but in, or rather and in line with telepathic data that is received by or from the consciousness whose material image is being constructed.

[...] If he merely picks up his brother’s thought, and the thought is, quote: “I am dying. [...]

Now, your friend had been to the Olympics (last month, at Lake Placid, New York), and he was charged by the great physical vitality that he felt watching that athletic panorama. [Because of that, and for other personal reasons], he could find no release for the intense energy he felt, so he got rid of it, protected himself, and threw out his threatening biological posture: the viruses.

[...] The fact is, you were not able to give your dog that added emotional vitality at a time when he needed it most. [...]

“Animals, like people, sense when they are a burden, and the dog sensed that he was a burden, and also something of a nuisance. [...]

[...] He certainly was a true companion to us. [...]