“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I cannot get through to him as well when he is so concerned; nor, when he is so concerned, can I let him know ahead of time whether or not witnesses will arrive.

[...] That is, I can let him know; but overly conscious preoccupation blocks him from knowing.

Close friends obviously no longer bother him. [...]

[...] There were two children then, and he is in this life closely acquainted with three individuals who were close to him in the past existence.

[...] In a fashion the material returns him, however, to a natural yet mystical inner knowledge of his childhood before (underlined) he cloaked it in the church’s robes, and it would be good for him to remember that and perhaps try to recapture some of those very early feelings that he has consciously forgotten. [...]

[...] I don’t feel him around at all.” [...]

In other words, the psychic development is a part of his natural growth (long pause), a reaffirmation and restructuring of inner information that in one fashion or another was always available to him, but needed to find a conscious format, a conscious expression, a way to pierce the seemingly opaque habits of knowledge of the cultural world. [...]

Such reassurances and reminders can help connect him with feelings from that earlier time. [...]

To some extent Ruburt has identified with him. [...]

The ape episode served to connect him in trust with his own deepest instincts, and he saw that those were loving. [...]

He also identified with his grandfather as a child, seeking protection from his mother in someone who seemed to love him more. [...]

[...] When he became important at all in world terms, he could no longer be a pygmy, and therefore lost a part of that identification that he felt had protected him against his mother and the feared spontaneity or instincts. [...]

[...] At the same time the background itself will be alive, so it is difficult to tell whether the living background propels him outward, or whether he himself, from his own power, seems to rise out apart from the background. [...]

[...] But what power moves him, and is it the same power that moves you, and that moves those who will look at the painting? [...]

[...] Become your prophet as you paint him.

Let the prophet therefore be yourself, and yet let him also stand for every other man. [...]

[...] The drug was refused him in any case. He said that he was glad that he was forced to see the thing through, yet grave doubts brought him here, and will finally lead him into other areas away from such therapy.

Meditation had brought him some enlightenment, yet the guru [in India] told him that he must follow blindly in obedience. [...]

[...] I spoke to him on both occasions.

[...] Like many young men all through the ages he was on his individual journey, looking for truth, overturning all stones in an effort to find those methods that would help him discover — in capitals — THE WAY.

[...] The conflict brought him to a point where he simply could go no further intellectually, for the intellect would not follow where the intuitions led. This caused him to think of our sessions in stereotyped ways, putting an either-or aspect to our relationship, and closing his mind to my own explanation of my existence.

[...] (Recently.) It is a highly evocative word to him, and even his intellect has always trusted revelationary knowledge as long as it was given to him through channels that were egotistically accepted. [...]

[...] I told him sessions ago that the poetic and psychic portions of his personality were deeply united, and now looking over his old records he knows that I was correct.

[...] The search for answers, and this passionate yearning toward truth, has driven Ruburt’s personality, and he became ill only when he was afraid to continue the search, because it led him into byways that he had not planned upon; or rather, upon which the ego had not planned.

[...] If possible for you, I am smiling, remind him of that in the mornings.

There will be further library experiences, however—and tell him (louder) that the doctor is a friend of mine. [...]

Remind him of the exercises. [...]

[...] It would have been almost a penance for him to have stayed longer. You helped him ‘save his soul’ at one time [in a past life] and he was returning the favor. [...] On that occasion you stopped him.”

“He wanted to remarry, but no one would have him because of the daughter. When she could, she defied him. [...]

[...] The daughter had left too late; he was too old; no one would have him, and now he had no one even to talk to. He hated his daughter the more and railed that she had forsaken him in his old age, after he had cared for her.”

She insisted that a shower and quick supper would fix him up like new. [...]

[...] This, combined with your attitude that he take a normal job, almost literally paralyzed him, for your voice was added, in his mind you see, reinforcing the rigid attitude of the overly conscientious self. [...]

The nursery school, in a basement, made him feel imprisoned. [...]

The desire for punishment led him to contemplate doing the program, but under a guise to fool the spontaneous self. [...]

[...] The bedroom window should be opened for him, and for now at least the bed moved a few inches out into the room. [...]

[...] I did not bend my arm but waved at him awkwardly with it held stiff so that only my hand moved. Father did not speak a word to me, nor did I speak to him or call after him. [...]

The interruption did bother him somewhat, as he was prepared for a session on time, per usual. [...]

[...] The ego, the conscious ego, the so-called conscious self, is only the front man in the front lines, supported by multitudinous areas or portions of himself that he does not know, and whose messages come to him only through the correspondence of dreams.

The idea that sparked the book came to him, though he may forget, in two ways. [...]

But that night, Mark insisted that Seth had read his mind and listened spellbound as Seth told him about the inner senses. None of us suspected that Seth would give Mark detailed information about the inner organization for which he worked, or help him understand personal problems, or delight in telling him what had gone on at sales conferences that Mark had already attended — or with a great rush of humor tell him the exact amount of a new raise he had just been given. [...]

And as your dreams originate with you, rise from you, attain a seeming independence and have their ending with you, so do the entity’s personalities arise from him, attain various degrees of independence and return to him while never leaving him for an instant.

[...] I was in trance, of course, but, knowing him, I can well imagine how he must have stared at me as I strode back and forth speaking in that deep Seth voice and talking to Rob in such a manner. [...]

“You’re just running yourself down when you think thoughts like that,” Rob said, when I told him.

Your confidence in him is important here, for he still harbors Irish superstitions having to do with contacting the dead. The experiments with the table are most helpful, and I did indeed help him out on two occasions with the green table. [...]

[...] If students do drop out they will be replaced, for his energies are being properly, and you may tell him, most effectively used, in the classes themselves.

[...] I will help him when he asks me in his classes, as long as he does not ask too often. [...]

The husband’s activities outside of his home lead him into a nervousness that can be mistaken for exhilaration. [...]

As far as the sessions themselves are concerned in relation to Ruburt, your love and reinforcement are necessary; and on your part the atmosphere of confidence, which indeed you have always given him, this will allow him the greatest possible development of ability within the sessions, and of course will further the sessions themselves.

[...] Jane has a photograph of him.

His Saturday housecleaning, believe it or not, is excellent for him. [...]

[...] His overall condition, however, is very good, indeed, and if my suggestions are followed I anticipate no difficulty for him. [...]

(John Bradley also brought with him carbon copies of the beginning sessions, which a friend of his in Williamsport has been typing up for Jane and me. [...]

Philip cannot be different than he is, and any attempt at pretense will betray him, and not serve his purpose. [...]

If he takes a stand as an individual, despite the pressure against him, he will get most of what he desires, and compromises will be worked out to his satisfaction. [...]

This same originality and independence that made him an extraordinary salesman, will operate even more effectively if he is in a higher position of responsibility. [...]

[...] That stimulus naturally led him to do the bathroom, and to plan to do the bedroom. [...] Sunday is not considered a “workday,” however, so it was easier for him to follow through on those impulses. [...]

(9:57.) That kind of activity would automatically and naturally stimulate him to further walking. [...]

[...] Early man’s identification with the natural world so led him to feel a part of it that he did experience a kind of being-with the universe in a personal manner or context. [...]

Ruburt’s feelings about his nap: he finally remembered what I told him some time ago—to relax is to let go. [...]

(We also discussed a letter Jane had received today from a young man who’d visited us unannounced a couple of months ago; he thinks he’s being bugged by nasty voices from outer space; before that he’d insisted that Seth was speaking through him. He still refuses to consider that his problem is a psychological one, instead of disembodied, outside evil voices picking on him. I’d felt badly about his visit, since we certainly accorded him a hostile reception, and evidently had accomplished little. [...]

It will help him to remind himself of this.

[...] There is nothing standing in the way of Ruburt’s normal walking—except the understanding that I am trying to give him, and that is dawning.

[...] Jane had been attracted to him also in an attempt to make up to him, because she hadn’t been able to make up to her invalid mother. [...]

(As Bill opened the hall door, Jane, standing beside him, came through as Seth, very loud, for a few words. But it was enough to make him shut the door quickly. [...]

(Seth made one short remark I would have liked to question him further on, to the effect that we would have plenty of go-arounds with “your parapsychologists.” [...]

(Seth told Bill that a summer Sunday in 1946 is very important to him subconsciously. [...]

Ruburt’s project—and this book (Dreams)—serve the same purpose to him, of course, as painting does for you, and such activity can in that light only benefit him. [...]

[...] His indispositions taught him this is a way that he will not forget. His inner and unthinking reactions literally immobilized him.

[...] He is to visit us on September 1. Jane is particularly interested to talk business with him. [...]

Now Ruburt utilized his abilities in helping you, but he did not mobilize them with any vigor in helping himself, until panic drove him to do so.

[...] This alone will save him from many indispositions. [...]

[...] But for all your talk about “wanting to help him too,” you seldom take the initiative in that regard. This time you began to caress him. [...]

[...] The impetus further led him around the kitchen, usually in the chair, but often to take steps in a different way from one point to another. [...]

[...] Ruburt enjoys your combing his hair, because then you are touching him. [...]

[...] Ruburt, however, feels that it is not safe to express disapproval—the opposite of your habit—and so he feels threatened to some extent because your verbal expressions are so often of that nature, even if they are not directed to him, and he inhibits his own expression of any disapproval he feels, or frustrations. [...]