“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Old hates lie in wait for the infant
As he grows into a man,
Then they leap upon him
When he puts his father’s coat on.
When the father’s bones drop into the grave,
The lice flock up as the dark earth falls
To feed on a son’s guilt love.

No man can look in his son’s face,
What was done to him he does in turn,
For he carries the hate in his blood.
Ghosts of days forgotten,
Tragedies unseen, unspoken,
Wait in the past’s proud flesh,
And nothing can shake them off.

[...] At any point that an individual realizes his point of power in the present, he will not need a barrier to test himself against, or to focus him in what he thinks of as the proper direction.

A person with several existences stressing intellectual achievement might purposely then decide upon a life in which mental abilities are beyond him, and the emotions allowed a full play that he had denied them “earlier.”

[...] Again, your discussion about the dentist was vital to him, because he finally understood his attitudes—not only in that area but others; and in those areas, no matter what he told himself, he was afraid that the worst was really happening, or would happen.

[...] He can collect it, and yet let it flow through him with greater strength.

[...] He lifted the shield to try again to turn the set off and out jumped a shiny, many-tattooed Buddha which started after him. [...]

[...] I will let you return, and then I will return but I had to catch him on that. [...]

[...] Nor did you freely encourage him to do so.

[...] You have seen him in a very few honest expressions of anger, once when he tried to throw a chair, and felt the suddenly released energy that he usually does not channel physically. [...]

[...] Or that you resented him greatly. [...]

Our friend, Joel, reacts to our Lady of Florence, therefore, as she appears to him now in this place and in this time, and yet he also reacts as a person that he was, in your terms, and our Lady of Florence reacts as a person she was, in your terms. [...]

[...] Our cat, Willy, had been sick so we’d kept him with us during the session. [...] I called him; whereupon he chose to curl up beside me on the couch instead.

[...] We soon became acquainted with him and his family on a very casual basis, since the back of his property abuts the west yard of the apartment house. [...]

“The table beside Ruburt senses him even as Ruburt senses the table … The abilities of the tree are latent in man as, dear Joseph, are the abilities of man latent in the tree.”

[...] Although we liked him personally, we came to understand that he used words as a barrier to any real communication, asked Jane few questions. [...]

[...] You should indeed have spoken more freely, but you also should have seen him simply as an individual, and not as a symbol of a school, or a structure, or as a scientist.

[...] All of the cats were marked more or less similarly, yet there were enough differences in color and pattern so that I could know Billy when and if I found him.)

[...] He had not lived up to your mother’s plans for him, and would now obviously not do so.

[...] We hadn’t thought of asking him to comment on them. [...]

I stared at him. He meant it.
I knew him well enough to know.
I said as defiantly as I could, “It’s only a game.
Besides, we don’t know any Seth.”

[...] And it was in the middle of the eighth session that I began to speak for him. [...]

[...] Someone said you knew him.”

[...] With what power do you invest him that he should know better than you the feelings that are within your own heart? [...]

([Florence:] “If it’s necessary for him to stay for emotional reasons, then...”

[...] But as long as you believe that you kill a man and that you kill him forever, then you must work out that problem. [...]

[...] He was drunk the night I spoke to him in a stinking stall outside of Jerusalem. [...] I did not believe him. [...]

[...] (Smile): Ruburt, in particular, did not accept reincarnation, and the idea of such multiple life experiences would have been highly scandalous to him.

[...] You see him in but one stage of development. [...]

[...] (Emphatic.) He feared it even in his fascination, because he was bound to recognize that it would sweep him and his enemy into insanity or death.

[...] This gave him a sense of reassurance.

[...] According to him, the point of power is where flesh and matter meet with spirit. [...]

Your Willy is in no danger, but show him your love, and regulate his ingoing and outgoing. [...]

[...] Do remind him of his success in this and other areas, for the feeling and reality of success can and will be carried over.

[...] And Ruburt’s (Jane’s) material on plants may lead him to some most creative extensions of his own consciousness, and new insights.

(10:42 P.M. Jane remembered that Seth had mentioned tornadoes, which we hadn’t expected him to do. [...]

The situation with Ruburt is such that conditions like the hand are transitory, as with other conditions that bothered him and left. [...]