“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Finally, she said she felt “him a little bit”....)

The dream also served as a framework allowing him to intuitively and psychically and biologically perceive the emotional reality of Framework 2. That is, he participated in its emotional content. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s dream, by the way, also signaled him that he is now approaching what the Sumarians used to call “the time of festivals,” or a time of grace. [...]

[...] I haven’t gotten to the deeper level of dream experience yet, where I could meet him directly. [...] When he comes into my dreams the automatic intersection takes place, so I’m not aware of him separately.

“… to meet him personally, I’ve had to go to another level. [...]

(10:29.) The idea is for him to play with Seven, to let his mind freely play with ideas, and to follow his impulses. [...] The psychic experiences, intuitional developments, and dream activity—these refresh him and lead precisely to the kind of inspiration he wants. [...]

[...] He is quite open often, say, to making love, as you know now, but earlier you colored your reaction to him often through the pessimistic cast that both of you had allowed to slip over your perceptions.

[...] It was of course apparent to him, but this is an example of the way in which unthinking habits of reaction can inhibit your perception.

[...] He has been inspired, but to paint, because his impulses are quite correct; the painting of flowers leads him to contemplate beauty for beauty’s sake, frees his mind, and also allows for certain kinds of muscular motions that are now beneficial.

[...] The man was a native—another reason Bill noticed him. I didn’t know this, having seen him from the rear. [...]

[...] We’d already begun his series of tests and were sending the results to him each week. So far we’d heard nothing from him about these, and I also looked forward to see how we were doing here. [...]

[...] I didn’t realize how much depended on the depth of my trance and on my willingness to give him freedom—I had to learn not to “block” information that came through. [...]

[...] He varied the depth of my trances during tests so I could get the feel of various stages of consciousness, and also showed me how to let him use my own personal associations in order to get certain data. [...]

[...] A previous inclination to gluttony had once led him to some slight gout, and in the present case there was a swelling of the feet.

[...] It was the stubborn ego in this case that prevented him from seeing clearly the direction which had been given by other portions of the self.

The knees, incidentally, I can help him here: in Saint Vincent’s punishment took the form of having the child kneel straight upward, and doing so Ruburt’s knees often became sore. [...]

[...] A message to this effect was given him in a dream, and he ignored it.

[...] I see him also England 13th century, as a shepherd dying at the age of 33. [...] The personalities which he has layered about him are not well rounded. [...]

I like him, but after all I insist on even mental manners. [...] Consciously he had no intention of trying to dominate the session, but underneath he really wanted so much, and I don’t know him very well. [...]

[...] This time you know him well. [...]

[...] He copied old manuscripts, fussy as an old woman, and yet this methodical part of his nature there served him very well.

(Bill Gallagher’s ulcer was not bothering him. [...] I sat beside him and saw more of the left side of Jane’s face, and Peggy from her position was looking at the right side of Jane’s face. [...]

When I badger him it is for shock value, for in that way I can get through to him. [...]

[...] I cannot get around him as far as his abilities are concerned. I will not push him. [...]

[...] Father Trainor, in the photograph we have of him, was a very heavyset man. [...]

Those feelings did frighten him, and led to several bouts of blueness. Those bouts, however, helped rid him of buried feelings, and his determination did indeed give the body’s immune system a greater thrust. [...]

That determination and that faith also let him see (long pause) how far from healthy, normal behavior he had come. [...]

[...] That (underlined) frightened him also.

[...] I did not mean, earlier, to give the impression that I was poking fun at our friend’s intellect, only that you can at times prevent him from reaching out to others as he should. [...] It is not a barrier to him. [...]

[...] I make him work hard because he has the ability and is working. [...]

[...] I look out for him. [...]

[...] If our words could not convince him, or his own understanding grasp the truth, then you had the “truth” uttered with all the medical profession’s authority—and if once a doctor had told him years ago how excellent was his hearing, the medical profession now told him that his slowness [his thyroid deficiency], helped impair his hearing to an alarming degree. [...]

(Long pause at 7:46, one of many.) If Ruburt once found himself imagining that he must be strong and perfect enough to help solve everyone else’s problems, now he found himself relatively helpless, and “undefended” —that is, his physical condition put him in a situation certainly where he felt helpless. [...]

Let him rest. [...] This confused him, for this was material directly felt but verbally inexpressible. [...]

(Pause.) A musician writing a symphony, however, does not use all of the notes that are available to him. [...]

[...] He was, however briefly, involved in a process that enabled him to reach beneath verbal or imagery language.

Time three, after the individual’s physical death, becomes for him what time two is for him during this existence. It is therefore available only to the same degree that time two is available to him now.

[...] According to him the consciousness, the individual consciousness of time one, becomes something else at physical death, and the consciousness that is part of time two in physical life becomes dominant in the next existence. [...] Priestley’s individual, after death, with his dominant time two consciousness, has available to him what was time one during physical life.

[...] A great glimmering of enlightenment has hit him. I hope it did not hurt him; because while his idea is not right in one way, it is not wrong.

[...] Bill said the boat reference above, reminds him of the peculiar look thinks appear to have on the surface of the water when seen from below. Several times while snorkeling he was close to coral cliffs or outcroppings rising above him. [...]

Now: Very briefly, I want to congratulate Ruburt on the Rembrandt book, and to reassure him that that same creative energy is healing his body as surely as it has written books. [...] Let him realize that (emphatically), and the healing energy can more freely circulate through his physical body—with results as astounding as his books are! [...]

(Dr. Gibson was in briefly this morning, Jane said, but she didn’t tell him about the second opening in the knee, for drainage, nor did he ask. [...]

[...] His life constantly reinforces this concept, and while he is peripherally aware that some people are “nicer” than others, his main intimate experience allows him to see the best in others and in himself. [...]

[...] He will not need to prove himself, so it will be easier for him to accept contemporaries with fairness.

[...] The belief in his own comeliness is so important that others will react to him in the same fashion. [...]

[...] His ensuing experiences come naturally to him. [...]

[...] I am even, and this is quite unusual for me, hesitant at bringing him to discipline here, since he is usually so concerned about subconscious distortion that I do not want to imprint the suggestion in his mind.

[...] I do not want to set up a fear that is an exaggerated fear of distortions, since this might well make him so rigid that he would block perfectly valid material, fearing he was adding distortion.

[...] It was the extra conscious and subconscious element of anticipation that got him into trouble.

[...] You are not going to make him over, and he tries very hard within the limits set by his entity. [...]

[...] The telepathic communication arises as a result of an attraction, a personal emotional charge on the part of the second dreamer that allows him to open these channels of communication.

There is a particular type of food that does not set well with him [Willy], although he likes it, strangely enough. [...]

[...] He simply needed a rest, creatively speaking, and the change of seasons will exhilarate him.

[...] A woman close to him in a yellow dress. [...]

[...] They seemed beneath him, unworthy or cowardly—but in any case their validity as feelings was not recognized or understood. [...]

[...] The dream came to remind Ruburt of those connections, but also to remind him that his life even then was enriched by a long-held love relationship. [...]

[...] Those fears, however, have been pertinent, since they stood between old beliefs and new ones—that is, they prevented him from taking full advantage of his newer knowledge, and of the abilities and good intent of the spontaneous self. [...]

The dream representing his grandfather symbolically allowed him to go back to the past in this life, to a time of severe shock—his grandfather’s death—which occurred when he was beginning to substitute scientific belief for religious belief, wondering if his grandfather’s consciousness then fell back into a mindless state of being, into chaos, as science would certainly seem to suggest. [...]

[...] You met your brother there—Dick—(who visited us last Monday, 11/24/75, with his wife, Ida) where his momentary understanding and illumination allowed him to appear. (On his visit Dick told us he has embarked upon the practice of transcendental meditation recently.) You saw also an Oriental version because his daughter (Teresa), who was also connected to him in an Oriental existence, was about to bear a male child.

[...] They included a projection through the eastern wall of our living room, and a “visitor” who returned with her; the Latin title of a book; her awareness of a third eye; some material, with diagrams, of me as a monk who wrote manuscripts in an underground chamber that he later sealed; a vision of Seth in a brown robe, looking as I’ve painted him—but the brown robe was “too easy,” Jane said suspiciously. [...]

[...] He often looks to you for signals, as you look to him for signals at other times. [...]

[...] To the adult this seems like the sheerest of nonsense; yet the child’s connections with the heroic dimension still remind him of that truth.

To skip ahead: it is true that Ruburt has not asked you to take him for a ride, and it is equally true that you have not offered (although I mentioned it last week). He would have gone to the party (at Bumbalo’s on December 29) with some encouragement from you, and you gave him none—for cleverly, when one is ready to move the other is not.

[...] When you fell in love with Ruburt, a part of you was appalled, for it felt it must hold itself ever aloof—and in those days Ruburt’s spontaneous self often met a response from your overly conscientious self, so that you appeared cold to him, and in repelling his spontaneity you were of course frightened to reveal your own.

(9:55.) You showed him often the face of the overly conscientious self.

His concern about your health also operated as a strong impetus, allowing him to break through usual frameworks, and the sessions did give you the knowledge you needed to recover.

(John told us that although he had kept his eyes and ears open for news, he knew of nothing happening to any such neighbor, although as explained through John’s map in the 63rd session, two such women neighbors with children live three doors from him. [...] The “V” given by Seth has no particular meaning for him, he said.

[...] John has witnessed several sessions; with him he brought the first carbon of Volume 1 of the Seth material, which he has been reading. [...]

(It will be remembered that in the 63rd session, June 17, 1964, Seth stated that he could “also see a sort of trouble in September for a woman neighbor who lives three doors down the street from him” in Williamsport, PA, “the difficulty here somehow involving two children... [...]

[...] Bill Macdonnel left for home because his cold had tired him out. [...]