“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is a natural method of protecting the individual by giving him an inner knowledge of events. [...]

[...] I wanted him to enlarge upon the statement he’d made at 11:29 in the 690th session: “Further developments in your concepts will lead to greater activation in portions of the brain now not nearly utilized, and these in turn will trigger expansions in both psychic and biological terms.” [...]

The bird episode, you see, bothered him deeply. [...]

[...] How strange, I’ve found myself thinking, that Joe, say, doesn’t see our environment in artistic terms, since what I see is so plain to me. But then, I tell myself, Joe has a method of cognition that’s quite natural to him. If he loves flowers, for instance, he may enjoy more of a sheer emotional reaction through the appreciation of a rose than I can.

[...] We resolved to ask him to explain — but strangely enough, I note later, a month passed before we got around to a session on the subject. [...]

(In the 253rd session Seth told us he didn’t dream of us, just as we didn’t dream of him, and promised to tell us why soon. [...]

[...] He’s never mentioned the concept, nor have we asked him to. [...]

The relationship between Seth and myself snaps into focus by prearranged appointments, as suggested by him in the early day’s of the sessions. [...]

[...] Seth spelled out his greeting on the board but Jane began to receive him within immediately. [...]

[...] I asked him to write us. [...]

[...] Jim agreed that it might be a good idea for him to begin reading back sessions while Jane and I were holding our Wednesday night sessions, thus killing two birds with one idea. [...]

[...] Therefore to him the body feels larger. [...]

First, though, I’ll explain that in sessions Seth refers to Jane by her male entity name, Ruburt — and that he does so (as I quote him in Appendix 18) simply because “the given entity identifies itself more with the so-called male characteristics than with the female.” [...]

[...] The cat accepted this simply because the resentment was too huge for him, and he was snowed under. [...]

[...] They will get no further to the heart of truth or reality than a fly buzzing around the outside, forever-closed-to-him, portion of a round, hard, unripe apple.