“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As it became harder for him to navigate, it became “easier” for him to stay at home. [...]

The millionaire checks all of the locks, perhaps, or has the bank president show him the latest security measures that are being taken—and to some degree, now, Ruburt, and you to a lesser degree, have checked Ruburt’s security system. [...]

You have seldom assured him that one day he would be walking normally, because, of course, you are also caught in the same dilemma. [...]

[...] Without breaking delivery Jane tried to shoo him away; but the cat persisted, so Jane finally stopped talking and pointed to the cat. I deposited him in another room and shut the door.)

[...] As far as hard facts are concerned, there is no God as mankind has envisioned him, and yet God once existed as mankind now envisions him.

[...] This focus, which I have mentioned before, has been chosen by him to meet the circumstances of this existence.

The God myth enabled him, man, to give his higher so-called instincts an objectivity, and the God concept represented and still represents a link with the inner self.

[...] For a while, have him look at some old suggestions! [...]

(“Do you want to say something about Jane’s dream about her mother, on Monday—the one that upset him?”)

Much of the session had been directed to him. He sat, taking notes, as Seth dictated, stopping now and then to stare at him as he made a point. [...]

[...] I’ll ask him to comment, if he doesn’t on his own.”

[...] While Rob’s back was vastly improved since Seth’s reincarnational sessions for him, he still had some bad days now and then. [...]

[...] We’d purchased the rocker earlier when Rob’s back was bothering him badly. [...]

(This reference to J.J., Jimmy’s youngest son, reminds Jane and me that Jimmy has often mentioned to us that as soon as he began to talk, J.J. started to tell his father about the “playmates” who kept him company through the day. [...] Jimmy states that J.J. related such stories to him up until he was about four years old. [...]

[...] This evening Jimmy asked if Seth could help him locate the missing cover for the thermostat, which is located in the downstairs hall of the apartment house. [...]

[...] I trust this will satisfy him.

Upon another occasion however, we will discuss your relationship with him and his wife, and the rather bizarre circumstances that surround the man and his youngest son.

[...] Jane’s father, Del, traveled with his trailer from Los Angeles to meet us in Daytona Beach, Florida; we followed him to Marathon, in the Florida Keys, where we lived with him and Mischa and Del’s Great Dane, Boo, in that wonderful climate while Jane put in the required few weeks of residency that Florida divorce law required. [...] We thanked him, said good-bye to him and Boo and headed north with Mischa in my ancient Cadillac. [...]

[...] Yet Jane and I didn’t ask him to predict for us in national or global terms. [...] Why didn’t we push him for more specific answers? [...]

A strong saving grace in all of the personal and household turmoil she lived in, Jane told me often, was her relationship with her maternal grandfather, Joseph Burdo, her “Little Daddy,” as she called him because of his diminutive size. Even as a youngster she had been well aware that she felt psychically connected to him. [...]

[...] During all of that time we had no communication with Walt, as might be expected, although we often talked about him and wished him well. [...]

(“Is the contract he signed going to bother him?”)

When it begins to bother him he will break it. [...]

Your help, Joseph, has been most beneficial to him, and it is difficult naturally for him to manage this sort of data; but if he could not manage it he would not have received it, since we are developing an integration here. And I have protected him from a vulnerability to experiences that would be, or that would present, a danger to the overall balance of the personality.

[...] And may I again assure him that his existence is in no way involved with any of the information he has received, at all.

I am developing, or helping him develop, his abilities with all caution. [...]

[...] She asked a friend of JP’s to have him send her tear sheets of his last two articles, which I thought an excellent idea. [...]

Now: the new policy of writing down Ruburt’s feelings is beginning to pay off, and is leading him to an understanding of the feelings, to a recognition of his impulses. [...]

The material on impulses was indeed from me this morning, and in a way that material, coming through as it did, was the result of Ruburt’s dawning understanding that his own abilities can indeed help him solve his difficulties when he allows it. [...]

[...] Briefly: Ruburt has always felt the strength of his abilities, even before he recognized consciously the areas into which they would lead him. [...]

[...] I could not see what had bothered him; Jane could not see him but certainly she heard him. [...]

[...] Sooner or later the personality will use or form other time systems in which to achieve developments, but nothing forces him to do so.

[...] She had been aware of him acting up, she said, without being upset by it. [...]

[...] Many years ago his experience with different editors, in his short-story publishing days, led him to see that a story that hit one editor might not hit another, that his work would be much more easily accepted by some editors than others, and that some, it seemed, regardless of long enthusiastic letters, would not buy a thing. [...]

Therefore his relationship with Tam Mossman was quite valuable to him, for it took a good deal of the unpredictable nature out of free-lance writing; particularly where projects like books were concerned rather than short stories, and particularly in an area that was itself controversial. [...]

[...] The matter of Yale led him in his own way to think of his work as if it were to be an institution, every word recorded, so that you only wrote down what you wanted other people to know—and therefore somewhat discouraged spontaneity of expression. [...]

[...] He becomes frightened, for the reasons given in late sessions, and again, he can use as much reassurance as you can give him—as much understanding. [...]

[...] She likes him; so John bore the brunt. [...]

[...] Your work with the pendulum, again, is important, for it assures him that you believe enough in a safe universe to encourage his freedom, and your own.

[...] The physical release will bring him into a closer contact with his psyche, in which he will find it safe to progress even further in his studies and development.

What he terms “heroic impulses” were impeded because of his beliefs, and the whole concept will become much clearer to him in the very near future. [...]

For him emphasis on potatoes in all forms except deep fried, and greens—spinach, turnip greens and the like. Citrus fruits for him should largely be avoided, particularly with milk together. [...]

[...] He sensed the energy, of course, and considered it one of his characteristics, but it frightened him. [...]

[...] This absolves him from such responsibility neatly, and it is important that he be so absolved—not only for his own benefit but for other work, from which such demands detract.

[...] His diet, and yours, should follow the following patterns: for him particularly, except for bacon which is dried, very little pork. [...]

[...] Visiting him on Monday, we found him much improved but still destined to remain in the hospital for observation.

[...] Other responsibilities in his profession were being put upon him, and this plus his intent to find his own apartment all weighed upon him, until he had to get out from under.

[...] It is almost necessary that he realize the way his mother is dominating him, and understand his own dependence. [...]

Because of the fact that bad weather has often saved man from wars in the very early stages of human development, man misconstrued this to mean that sacrifice to the elements could save him from calamities of this kind. [...]

[...] Looking out from the hill in Perspective Two, Perspective One was invisibly behind him, and Perspective Three was still “ahead” of him, separated from him by a gulf he did not understand.

He was determined to find the kind of mate that would best suit him and his own unique characteristics. [...] In his own way Ruburt always concentrated upon one challenge at a time — boring in, so to speak, and ignoring anything else that might distract him.

When he approached the hill in Perspective Two, he spoke to the contractor who was there before him. [...]

[...] He used the particular symbols, however, simply to bring the theory home to him, but it represented the fact that any given object in one dimension has its own reality in another. [...]

[...] And it was a barrier to him. Such tests are very good training for him... [...]

[...] She also plans to write him a letter. [...]

[...] Bill should read the material because the intellectual integrity behind it will appeal to him. [...]

[...] Bill and I implored him to keep the voice under control. [...]

[...] When Seth began saying that Jane would resume walking in reasonable comfort, I at first believed him, but soon came to not believe him, for I saw no sign of such a change even beginning. [...]

[...] Of course, on one level Ruburt wants to be home, and you want him home also. [...]

[...] It does not bother him. [...]

Now as class members should know, our friend Ruburt is not possessed and no energy has taken him over. [...]

[...] Ruburt, though he does not know this yet consciously, is also in another class in another dimension of reality—for I teach him while he is asleep. [...]

[...] I will bring Ruburt back and let him face that one. [...]

[...] Willy had begun to act up again, so I deposited him in another room and closed the door. Jane said she had been bothered by him, and by my sneezing. [...]

[...] Instinctively I spoke to him rather loudly, afraid he’d shock Jane out of trance. [...]

[...] You were simply trying to look in on him. [...]

Our friend Ruburt does indeed have stage fright, and to some extent this is understandable, so I bear with him.

[...] To others it seems strange that I address her as “Ruburt,” and “him,” but the fact is that I have known her in other times and places, by other names. [...]

[...] I call him Joseph.

[...] His position put him just in back of Jane’s head as she sat in her rocker.)