“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I am not telling him not to have his creative writing class. [...]

[...] He purred as I carried him back to the studio. [...]

[...] The closest she’s come to this situation is in giving a session for him in the dream state, as she does in waking life.

2. Since from this point Seth uses the masculine pronouns “he” and “him” while discussing representatives of the race, I refer the reader to Note 5 for Session 696, in Section 3.

Then I will return you to your pussycat — who is doing exactly what you want him to do — both of you.

[...] Seth’s remarks about Willy Two, or Billy, as we sometimes call him now, were obviously made in response to the funny annoyance we’d felt before the session, when the kitten had been in great form; jumping all over the furniture, pawing at the curtains — as well as Jane and me — getting in our papers, and so forth.)

[...] And you honor each other individual also, because in him is the spark of eternal vitality. [...]

[...] He behaved in quite a scary fashion, looking all about him, though there were no bugs about, or unusual sounds to upset him.

[...] Since we have here this evening such an elegant and welcome guest,” Seth smiled, “Let us then perceive him in terms of a slight discussion of matter, in which he will be our guinea pig.”

[...] I am in this particular instance speaking through Ruburt while I have also stood by in the construction and watched him speak. [...]

[...] No sooner had she left than Tam arrived, two days later, bringing with him the copyedited manuscript² of Seven Two for us to check; on the 20th, our work completed on it, I sent it back to him at Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] If Christendom saw man as blighted by original sin, Darwinian and Freudian views see him as part of a flawed species in which individual life rests precariously, ever at the beck and call of the species’ needs, and with survival as the prime goal — a survival, however, without meaning. [...]

He had another brief-enough surge of blueness this morning (which Jane didn’t tell me about), and the sessions enabled him to cut such experiences short, or to nip them in the bud, so to speak. [...]

[...] Tell him again not to be impatient, and this applies to you also. [...]

[...] Then, give him credit!

(Seth actually began his Preface for this book, Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment, with the next, 881st session, which Jane delivered for him 12 days later [on September 25]. I chose to present this private session first because in it Seth offers certain information about Jane and me that I think applies to all of our work with him, through the session and books, and to our own separate creative lives as well. [...]

(Pause.) It is somewhat fashionable to see man as always nature’s despoiler, as the destructive member of nature’s family, or even to consider him apart from nature, who was given nature as his living grounds.

[...] From him we’ve derived the idea that “value fulfillment” represents the creative development of hard-to-define values which increase the quality of life for any being, whether human or not—and not only in moral terms.

[...] Ruburt’s¹ writing set him apart. [...]

[...] Questions like that must intrigue Seth even more than they do us; his dealings with us—but especially with Jane, of course—are as much learning experiences for him as they are for us. After all, here he is, engaged in a “lifelong” process with my wife, and just as dependent upon what he can get through her psyche, as she is upon what she can get from him and then let through to me and to others! [...]

[...] Room is made for the existence of the devil, who rebelled against the God who created him and constantly inveighs others to follow him in choosing the not-good. [...]

Although Jane has had intimations from Seth in the hospital, she hasn’t spoken for him, and I do not know whether she will or not.

[...] You might have him become more aware of when he actually becomes tired, or uncomfortable, so that he does lay down then.

[...] It was agriculture that turned him more into a daytime rhythm, and for some time many beliefs lingered that resulted from earlier nighttime agricultural practices.

[...] It is not simply that man has a soul that is somehow blessed while the rest of him is not, but that in those terms everything [he knows], regardless of size or degree, is made of “soul stuff.” [...]

[...] Only Jane’s and my own conventions of time and habit, even concerning a phenomenon as unusual as the sessions, stopped him from doing so. [...]

[...] In the back of your mind you questioned whether giving him a new, more comfortable chair to work in was or was not a smart thing to do: would it encourage him to retreat to his room and his writing, and simply serve to intensify old conditions? [...]

Now—tell him what I said later.

Ruburt did not have, again, those influences working on him that worked on you to prolong the situation. [...]

[...] Part of what I seem to be as I speak through him is as deeply and unconsciously a phenomenon as the birth of a child would be. [...]

This is creativity of a most specialized nature and allows him to probe, if he will, into the nature of consciousness, the psyche, and creativity in a way that few can. [...]

[...] His imagination allowed him to develop the use of tools, and gave birth to his inventiveness. That imagination allows him to plan in the present for what might occur in the future.

[...] He is much more aware of our relationship however than you are of your relationship to him. [...]

[...] I am aware of him. [...]

[...] Our cat Willy moved about the dark apartment in a normal manner, apparently not sensing anything strange to him. [...]

[...] “I told him that he could have the session be as long as he wanted,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance. [...]