“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The cold is meant to lead him backward mentally and physically through the group of beliefs that initially cause the entire condition.

[...] The body has been calling for more food and nourishment, and quite unconsciously he has been consuming a larger amount of peanut butter, which is giving him several nutriments that he needs.

And tell him these ideas have been very near ordinary consciousness.

[...] He needed to know that people saw and recognized the symptoms of a cold so that when he was rid of it he could see for himself that they no longer perceived those symptoms in him.

[...] His head, to him, was like space or the sky. [...] To him, his spirit was inside his skin. Blood flowed through him with refreshing life, as water flowed through the rivers, refreshing the land. [...]

[...] You can, and you have, helped him by reminding him that this is safe, that the body’s protection and his own lies precisely in the body’s agility and quick response.

[...] No man’s knowledge will alone save him from heart failure, or heart difficulties, if such knowledge is not backed up by comprehensions of an entirely different order.

[...] On some occasions specific knowledge of the various parts leads him to forget other issues, and leads to a mechanistic approach.

[...] They also give directions for him to his own supraconscious, so that suitable physical adjustments may follow. It will help if Ruburt remembers this fact, and does remind himself that he is indeed being aided, although the work is not being done for him.

Tell him then again, easy does it. [...] Have him imagine for example pillow fights with you, or wrestling on the floor with you. [...]

[...] The word exuberant is a good one for him to use. [...]

This will effectively have him concentrate his attention where it belongs, while the inner self follows through on the suggestion which he has given.

He did not tell her because he knew she would have had no part of him. So when she discovered this other part of him she felt betrayed. To some extent she was, since she had been honest with him. Then when she discovered that he was not willing or able to go either way, or pay either price, she was enraged and embittered, and did not think of him as a man. [...] And she looked at Jay and was envious, and hated him for being the sort of man she wanted and did not get.

For part of him was determined to gain worldly success, and he was always caught between wanting freedom, but he would not pay the price, or wanting worldly success for which he was not willing to pay the price. So that part of him that wanted success was attracted to your mother, who also wanted the same thing, and he spoke to her with that part of himself only. So in the beginning she did not know about this other part of him.

Originally, she collected the buttons to help him in his business. [...] He took great pains in his work, but he was also frightened; and the world confused him and he chattered, again like a squirrel. [...]

(On the evening of August 5, Thursday, Jane and I mailed Dr. Instream a copy of the 175th session, held August 4,1965, and asked him to check the telepathic/clairvoyant information on pages 176-77. [...]

The unused energy ties him up in knots, you see. [...] This will effectively relieve him of all physical symptoms.

[...] This evening’s session has already intuitively made great sense to him, and will save him several months of difficulties. [...]

[...] The concentration that he used in teaching should tell him something. [...]

[...] For him it results in a smooth performance, for when he does not use it fully then he is besieged by false starts and interruptions.

[...] He did not have to examine each one minutely, for his abilities, after some familiarization, left him with the knowledge of their merits. [...] You have encountered them through your relationship with him. [...]

[...] You do things for him. [...] You prized his independent nature so, and you are so temperamentally different in certain ways, that he was ashamed at asking for reassurance of your love—though he knew you loved him. [...]

If Ruburt now and then wants to cry on your shoulder, let him, and comfort him. [...]

These previous cozy hopes of such acceptance were quite necessary to couch him as he went about his own searches, because he did not want to admit that he was, in a way, now, alone. [...]

[...] Jane has called the hospital each day to ask about him; she’s putting together for him a unique, evocative little book of poetry and paintings. I’m running errands for David, and eventually will be taking him home from the hospital.

(Our friend, David Yoder [I’ll call him], is 48 years old. [...] Jane and I met him in May 1960, when we moved from Sayre into an apartment house close to downtown Elmira. [...]

[...] It seemed that we were always apologizing for bothering him.

[...] Sometimes we swapped furniture with him; sometimes he sold us at very reasonable cost pieces he’d replaced. [...]

[...] Seth as you knew him will also be Seth as you know him; for whether or not I speak as myself or through him, as you think of him, he is still the intermediary and the connection between us, and he will help transmit energy; but more, he will also appear as himself as you have known him. [...] You will understand him better emotionally, and need, I believe, that strong connection.

(Briefly, Jane’s voice became a little stronger.) While I was the source of the material, Seth as you think of him was at times a silent partner, helping Ruburt make the proper translations while standing aside in a personal manner. [...] Seth will always be an element in the sessions as you know him. [...]

[...] Seth as you then thought of him, was far more than a delivery boy however, for it was his peculiar personality, and his particular qualities, which gave the material life for you.

You have already been told that connections exist between you and Seth as you have known him. [...]

Because he has not built up the good trust of his body, however, any new discomfort, regardless of origin, alarms him—an alarm that causes him to tense his muscles, withhold his weight, become hesitant—actions that of course themselves bring about stress, and prolong what should be a fairly minor adjustment. [...]

[...] Tell him to give himself the following suggestions:

[...] He knows when he has poor habits in that regard, but have him work with one, say, just one a week, rather than take on several at a time. [...]

[...] In a way, singling out particular attitudes or habits can at times be helpful, for it gives him particular issues to deal with. [...]

[...] It looks better, and you are helping him. It would help him more if you actively and lovingly encouraged him to comb his own hair, and told him that he could do it better each time.

[...] But when you take over the responsibility for washing his clothes you are denying him acts that he did do—and can do, and adding to a sense of powerlessness in that regard. Help him wring out his slacks, for example, when he has trouble doing so, but do not automatically wash his things for him.

[...] That society could then accept his journeys, and the individuals could allow themselves to follow his adventures, and forgive him for his cultural transgression because he brought home goodies.

[...] He is not a doctor of anything, for there is no one alive who could give him a degree in his particular line of research, or in yours.

For a time however a conglomeration of beliefs merged, so that he felt that he had to drive himself unremittingly: and this meant, to him, imposing disciplines as given earlier. The fears of time, the early fears that made him want to escape poverty, the feeling that all eggs must be put in one basket, and his reaction to you and your circumstances—these were all connected. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s brains however gave him much more leeway than his mother’s beauty gave her, and his intellect came with a counterpart—an intuitional and psychic counterpart that enriched it and kept it from becoming bitter or even ingrown.

[...] Being a writer would give him status even if he did not make money, though he hoped to.

The development of his psychic abilities frightened him, for the very simple reason that in his mind a psychic did not have the same kind of status. [...]

[...] Ruburt allows a framework to use him. In one session—he remembers it—I told him to write for three hours daily. [...]

At the same time, because of it, and because of his love for you, Ruburt tried to be the good wife by relating to you in the way he thought you wanted him to—as a writer. [...]

[...] When he had his last series of excellent improvements, he paid attention to the sessions I gave him on his ideas of work. [...]

[...] Your methods are not necessarily natural to him. [...]

[...] You will not lose him in a nether land or some forsaken place where you cannot reach him, so do not fear that. [...]

I do not know him. I know through various grapevines of him, and let us leave it at that for now. [...]

[...] I would not presume to announce a break for Ruburt, there are some egotistical bounds of his, and I would not presume to upset him. [...]

[...] Joel told Jane of his personality, Bill, beginning to speak through him, directly instead of the automatic writing. [...]

(I should also note that when I met Curt at the lumberyard I never really got to talk much with him, because I was so busy running down parts and asking clerks for help. Perhaps Curt didn’t have much time to spare either, for when I did get a minute to talk, I saw him going out the front door. [...] I may have appeared somewhat rude to him, and plan to phone him.

[...] Frank Longwell had visited at noon, and I’d showed him the new chair I’d made for Jane, based on his design. [...]

[...] You feared this made it too easy for him. [...]

[...] It made him more a part of the process. [...]

I did want to remind him that many of his classes, and our class sessions, have this effect, and again remind him the notes he has made himself are excellent for him.

[...] These are imperative, and tell him I said so. [...]

[...] Have him do it out of the corner of his mind, as it were, and whenever it comes to his mind.

[...] Now when he feels a sense of exhilaration—he knows the subjective feeling I refer to—then have him direct it, that energy, to his arms. [...]

In his dream he is also aware that these people like him, and that in some manner he has been acquainted with them in the past. [...] They were images of the men whose voices spoke to him in his earlier dream, when he was so frightened; and when he leaped so gracefully from the banister, I was the one who extended an arm to assist him.

He will however then realize, or he should realize, that this ability was his in a past life, but unused, and is now awaiting him. It will bring both warmth and confidence, and will give him protection.

[...] It represented what will seem like a new ability to him, when he will shortly discover it in himself.

[...] The one room into which he looked for example was not vacant, or ready for him in other words. [...]

Let him simply write what comes into his mind. [...] Do help encourage him in a more playful attitude.

Tell him to forget publishing for now, for he worries overmuch. [...]

[...] Now let him keep his regular hours. [...] When he is going about household chores for example, let him give his mind a rest. [...]

Not only this, but he needs other interests to refresh him. [...] The yoga is good, excellent for him. [...]

[...] Let him work so many hours and then concentrate elsewhere. [...] For him it is most beneficial.

[...] These suggestions, followed, will return him to his proper course. I am able to tell him such things now. [...]

His behavior, however, led him of course to quite powerful emotional outbursts, which frightened him. Ida married him because she believed his educational status, and his Anglo-Saxon background, meant a step upward for herself and her children. [...]

[...] It seemed to him, with the force of old beliefs, that Ida, Richard and the children were indeed driven willy-nilly by contradictory impulses, and that their lives lack any organizing inner purpose.

He is in a period where he is trying to release impulses, but one look at that situation—momentarily, now—panicked him, so that he began to wonder if any discipline was not worthwhile to prevent what he considered that kind of intuitional and intellectual sloth.

[...] Your brother to some extent identified strongly with your father, seeing him as the intellectual, the inventor held in bonds, almost in thrall by the “emotional” demanding woman. [...]

[...] Now Ruburt once felt that he had to discipline his impulses, lest they spontaneously lead him where he felt his purposes, or safety, might be threatened. If he understands now that his own nature provides for his sustenance, and automatically leads him into fulfillment, and couches his existence in perfect safety (leaning forward), then certain things will become clear.

[...] They were designed specifically for him and his nature, for when he forgets about work, with its connotations for him, then he is at his most intuitively creative, and inspiration springs naturally and quickly at his beckoning.

[...] The painting is providing a mental rest, aiding in the coordination of hand and eye, and allowing him to work at certain inner challenges in a different way. [...]

[...] His fears, unexpressed, now being given expression, led him to certain beliefs about the body. [...]