“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Some version of that method would be most effective, for it directs him most effectively toward physical ends. Most of all I want him to realize that his body is improving, and that the improvement can easily accelerate—easily.

[...] Most interesting is the pendant I showed him wearing; I did a couple of enlarged sketches of this feature, noting that I didn’t understand its meaning or origin. [...]

The first thoughts, with their emphasis on detail, were still important, convincing him that such a trip was possible, even under present conditions. [...]

You had some good points when you told him, for example, to simply think of fixing rice, rather than worrying about how to do it. [...]

Is it really safe for him to let go entirely? Will you accept him as the emotional creature that he is, as you accept the intellectual creature that he is? [...]

[...] The practice is good for him. [...]

(Billy, of course, was highly intrigued by the change his nose told him had taken place in his sister. Indeed, our only problem was keeping him from constantly nosing after Mitzi, since she usually ran away from him each time he tried to investigate what must have been changed bodily odors of hers. For the session I put him in the cellar.

[...] Ruburt was appalled at your situation, and moreover your moodiness at the time led him to fear that you might turn away from him. [...]

Stating his position will clear his psychic air, and relieve him of the strain of hiding his symptoms. [...]

[...] So tell Ruburt not to judge himself too harshly, and (whispering) in all of this have him try to remember his sense of play, and to read often that July session on the creative state. [...]

[...] He seeks to emulate him; he seeks to be himself as fully as it seems to him that his father was himself. [...]

[...] It is much more natural for the male to try to vindicate the father than it is to destroy him, or envy him in negative terms.

To the male child, the penis is something that belongs to him personally in the same way that an arm or leg does, or that his mouth or anus does. [...] He is not jealous of his father’s love for the mother, for he understands quite well that her love for him is just as strong. [...]

[...] You cannot teach a boy to be “the strong silent male type,” and then expect him to excel either verbally or in social relationships. [...]

[...] He had the ability, very strong creative energies, but he did not have the idea or principle to unite him as a personality and focus his energies. This has been given to him, though it has taken work on his part.

[...] He wants to sense me, and to believe that I exist in precisely those terms that I have told him.

[...] He did not believe I was a survival personality strongly enough to request that I even try to convince him.

[...] Before, no results would have been accepted by him.

[...] While they still allowed him to pursue those activities in which he was interested, the conscientious nature, the questioning mind that led him to investigate psychic realities, and that led him to learn so much, did not change overnight. [...]

When you were ill and did not have sexual relations often, he feared that his desires then could even lead him to physical unfaithfulness, and so on all counts the habit of repression and of physical repression also built up. [...]

[...] The sale of the book and his influence led him to question anew that if he had such influence, it had better be based upon legitimate truths.

It made his position clear to him in the world’s eyes, he thought. [...]

[...] I looked at him fully in the face, running ahead of him, ready to confront him with “What’s the matter with you?” But, instead, I realized that he didn’t see me. [...]

She did not remember him … as she taught his children. [...] But beyond this, Miss Cunningham’s present personality has been gently disentangling itself from this plane of reality — and she simply did not remember him.

[...] I thought: “I might as well ask him about Miss Cunningham anyway, regardless of what’s going on.” [...] I walked over to him and said, “Hi Sam. [...]

“You should call Sam and ask him where he was when you saw him,” Rob said.

[...] I felt defensive and guilty; he was trying emotional blackmail, and I didn’t want to see him. But I thought of him, a stranger, in the newspaper office of a strange town.... [...]

“Hello,” I said when he came to the phone, and his voice was dull and flat, full of self pity; he was sure I wouldn’t see him. [...] His call reminded me finally of his letter and my response that I wouldn’t be able to see him during his trip. [...]

[...] He was right there waiting, would I talk to him at least—on the phone? [...]

[...] When you finally left to prepare breakfast for yourself, he immediately got up, and barefooted, carrying his shoes and other paraphernalia with him—something you usually do not see him do.

Each day became a battle in which what he loved to do had to be transformed into work, with all of its unnatural connotations—to him. As soon as a workroom really became a workroom his creativity made him leave it, so that he could create outside of the work context.

[...] He got up this morning because you did not expect him to, and he could act spontaneously—surprise you and delight himself. The very breakup of the pattern allowed him the fresh creativity even before the breakfast dishes were cleared.

[...] Have him think of it simply as writing. [...]

[...] Jane watched him while I went to the post office. [...] That afternoon I took him to the veterinarian, who kept him for treatment; the problem was serious; by then the cat was in great pain. [...]

“Billy belonged in another probability, and in a fashion you switched probabilities for him, though without his consent, when you took him from the animal shelter, where he would have soon been ‘done away with.’ His three years with you represented a grace period for him…. [...]

[...] I hadn’t gone after him: The ground was frozen so I couldn’t bury him in the back yard beside Willy, and the veterinarian had agreed to dispose of the remains for us.

(On Tuesday the veterinarian told us by telephone that Billy was better, that “probably” we could take him home the following afternoon; I was to call before making the drive across town, though. [...]

[...] John knocked on our door during the session, but since we had not yet begun having witnesses, we asked him to return later. As soon as the door closed behind John, Seth went into a rather lengthy rundown on him, much to our surprise. [...]

I would suggest that our friend with the ulcer read our last two previous sessions, for this will bring home to him the fact that he does indeed, literally, consider his ulcer as much a part of himself as an arm or a leg. [...]

[...] But their reactions are entirely different, and Philip’s past life experiences prepared him for the nature of his present occupation, where he is dealing with medicinal matters.

[...] John felt that the questions were loaded, that his answers, which were very frank, would be used in considering him for advancement.

There will be some legal difficulties for him, with a March 1 5 date connected here. There will also be an illness for him, unless he makes some inner adjustments. [...]

[...] The object was given to him rather than purchased by him. [...]

[...] Everybody in the house was to chip in to pay him. [...]

[...] He feels now that everyone is against him.

[...] It confused and haunted him, since his inarticulateness applied also to thoughts within himself. [...] But to him, nature did not include his fellow human beings. The solitariness that besieged him — because it did besiege him — is dangerous to any personality unless it comes after identification with the human race.

Even in his poetry, before our work, Ruburt’s energy led him way beyond “himself” at certain times. He tried to hold himself down because, he felt, the energy was so strong that allowed freedom in almost any direction, it would bring him into conflict with the mores and ways of other people.

(Throughout her formative years, however, Jane’s grandfather — her “Little Daddy,” as she called him — played an important part. [...] In certain ways Jane identified strongly with him, as Seth explains in the excerpts to follow from the 14th session for January 8, 1964.

[...] He attracts it, and it must therefore go through him, translated into outward experience. [...]

Using emotion from the present, let him now imagine the event only defiantly, saying to hell with the feelings he had at that time about the dumb psychologist. [...]

I told him (emphatically) that the hot towels on the knees would help his eyes considerably, and his head. [...]

[...] The most important thing at this point is for him to keep in as good spirits as possible—not by being Pollyannaish, but by recognizing the reality of his improvements, and by not overstressing those areas in which improvements have not yet appeared. [...]

[...] I will help keep him from concentrating on the times when he does not feel that good. [...]

[...] The conservative behavior that, for example, kept him a virgin into his mid-twenties, was never understood by others—no one, for example, would have thought him at that time a virgin.

[...] Have him see how many such things he can note, and this will automatically help him focus his attention in beneficial ways. [...]

[...] The production manager has the script with him in Albany, New York.

No one in his childhood, in his 20’s, or in your early relationship, ever warned him that he could become too conservative. [...]

[...] (Pause.) The framework about him as a child was not supportive, but threatening. Therefore he is very aware of your partnership with him.

[...] We decided we would like Seth’s help with this problem, and so expected to hear him speak this evening.

[...] Let him, whenever possible, include along with the material on any given topic, my personal comments. [...]

[...] It is perfectly proper, beneficial and legitimate for him to make any intellectual investigations he chooses, concerning differences in perception in our sessions, and when he is psychically involved on his own, and all other, intuitive or intellectual studies of this sort he has in mind. [...]

John must tell her that she is free to leave, and that he joyfully gives her her freedom, so that even after death she does not feel that she must stay close to him. [...] So she sees him as the self that he knows, and also as the people he has been, and already looks upon him with new eyes.

He should remember to recognize resentment when he feels it, and then to realize that the resentment can be dismissed, can fall away from him. [...] Then have him imagine plucking out the resentment by the roots and replacing it with a positive feeling. [...]

She is already running about where she is now, and laughing, but she does not want him to be sorrowful. [...] She is trying to make them neat, so it is difficult to tell him things clearly, now, but she is not worried.

[...] This is active prayer, with him, and a definite training device. [...]

[...] It is important that you try to play this with him, or know what he is doing, simply because you reinforce each other so strongly. So you play your own “as if” game with him. [...] You should not remind him of them either, or concentrate upon them yourself.

[...] You should try to help him in this game—understanding how it works. Even if you want to play it with him, it is extremely important that it is an “as if” imaginative game.

[...] He can appreciate his health as he can appreciate the air, without feeling that either is going to be taken from him. [...]

[...] Ruburt considers his writing a part of him. [...]

[...] He needed the rest from it, and had he gritted his teeth and plunged back into it, he could have fallen into old frameworks—but following his inclinations, as I told him, he avoided that, and when he begins it again it will be with the relaxed attitudes that his dreams and his newer understanding are teaching him.

The dreams are providing him with excellent personal inner experience, telling him of his progress. [...]

[...] The officer I talked to today didn’t know what had happened to him after that. [...]

[...] He did tell them he had an apartment in Denver, CO, but obviously no local agency was going to pay to transport him back home; we’d wondered about that, too. [...]

[...] Like me, he didn’t believe that Fred flew here from Denver—that is, talking a stewardess into giving him free transportation all that way—yet Fred got here somehow, and I explained that the manuscript of Fred’s that I’ve looked over contains descriptions of his landing in Pittsburgh, PA, and working his way east through a series of stops at restaurants, in which he’d add to his manuscript each time. [...]