“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Monday, June 10, 1974, I lay down to take a nap. It was very noisy; a neighbor clipping a hedge and machinery of some kind grinding away at the new bridge site. Suddenly I became aware of a mental image, with sound that I couldn’t hear; like a silent movie. I was getting out of a car, with a man, and we were on our way toward a house in which a healer or physician lived. As that me, I had this emotional gratitude: thank God; at last, someone who can really help—or something like that; I think though I’m not sure that I also meant... someone who knew our way of thinking and what I was up to. This vanished almost at once when I snapped to, feeling that a bug or something was crawling up my leg. It was; an ant. A few minutes later, another ant, plus the noises.

[...] Ah, here he hedges. But I will run him around that particular hedge.

This is not hedging the matter, if you will excuse a pun, and the subject will take much further study on your parts. [...]

We are going to hedge about for a moment, until Ruburt’s state is such that he is completely unconcerned.

[...] You have, indeed, appointments with the universe but your first appointment is with yourself and when you have the courage to meet that appointment then begin thinking of the universe for then you will realize that you and the universe are, to a large extent, one but not while you hedge. [...]

[...] Therefore any large and overall hedging, any significant difference in commitment between the poetry and the nonfiction, can be taken as a sign that the whole personality is divided to that extent.

[...] And other probable systems are aware of the experiments that you are trying, and in your terms and I am speaking now in your terms only which to some extent means that I am hedging the fence, other civilizations have gone your route, some have failed. [...]

[...] I am speaking in your terms only, which means that to some extent I am hedging — but other civilizations have gone your route. [...]

[...] The idea of the subconscious mind is merely a grudging, hedging, partial admission that man is more than the conscious ego, more than the sum of his parts, and more than a mechanism.