“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To Kyle.) Now, our friend here is pleased with his new joy and I am glad for him. [...] Your brother, you see, must follow his own way and into the paths it will lead him, and it will be a different way than your way. So in your joy, allow him that privilege. [...]

([Natalie:]“You said I knew him in the past. [...]

It was not my presence alone which so startled him. I was not completely reassembled for your plane, however, and he prickled at the unusual chemical fields that were noticeable to him because they were not yet stable. [...]

[...] Both of us then watched him begin to very cautiously stalk back through the apartment toward the studio. [...]

[...] But as mankind grows even more ambitious then the idea will cease to work for him, and it will be actually discarded on theoretical terms while it is still utilized in its limited fashion in practical mundane terms, as you still find the table useful in practical terms; although theoretically you realize that it is not a solid you still manufacture tables, and you will still use watches long after your scientists discover that the theory of successive passage of moments is antiquated and itself passé.

[...] The voice effects carry him along so that he gives no attention, or very little attention, to what I am saying, and therefore we usually get a good reception in terms of clear communication.

[...] There is an emotional rapport that also carries Ruburt along when my spirits or moods then also sweep him along; and again the Jane ego is content to stand aside. [...]

[...] In actuality Ruburt uses the energy, for it is in a form which is more accessible to him than to me. [...]

(Jane plans to copy the excerpts dealing with Dr. Instream weekly, or perhaps bimonthly, to send to him. [...]

[...] It is the halt that frightens him.

[...] I add to make him feel better (smile), and you also, that he could not have done —I am going slowly here so as not to offend his sensibilities—he could not have done earlier the kind of book he will do now. [...]

Later, when such material does not affect him, this will make no difference. [...]

(Voice louder.) There is a peculiar corner within Ruburt’s personality, also deflected into your own, that allows him a rather clear access into informational channels most difficult to reach from your system. [...]

[...] There are connections between an individual and his photograph, and there are connections between the physical individual and the inner self, but the person must recognize the image in the photograph, for it will not recognize him.

[...] I will be able to activate certain abilities of Ruburt’s (pause,eyes closed), by helping him alter certain coordinates within his own inner system.

[...] (Long pause.) My communications are dependent upon Seth’s permission as well as Ruburt’s. The material should still be called the Seth material, for I am an aspect of Seth that you did not know, and in the past I helped him deliver material though I did not directly attend sessions. [...]

[...] I would like him to become familiar with our innovation. [...]

My friend’s manner was meant as a gentle reprimand to me, and as a joke between us, since I had told him that I did not want him to confuse you, or to discuss matters being covered in our material.

I did not want him coming in as a substitute teacher, and with all good intentions in the world causing any misunderstandings in my class. [...]

[...] With him he brought some rolls of copper sheeting for our table, and incense and a burner. [...]

It may be significant that such distractions did not bother him until he read that they were supposed to. [...]

(John also noted that he was keeping alert for any sort of trouble involving a woman neighbor who lives three doors down the street from him. [...]

[...] Perhaps our friend meets him for the first time, or sees him clearly for the first time.

[...] The man thinks he is acting in response to demands put upon him by his superiors.

(10:25.) Man’s vulnerability to pain helps him sympathize with others, and therefore helps him to more actively alleviate whatever unnecessary causes of pain exist in society.

[...] To her surprise he sounded weaker than he had the last time she’d spoken to him, and at his request my planned visit tomorrow was put off until Friday afternoon.

[...] His visit cheered us up, and seemed to do him some good also. [We paid him the balance due on the front glassed-in porch.])

As it naturally occurs to him, Ruburt should read over material he has of the Sinful Self, and it will with its own rhythm lead toward further therapeutic adjustments. [...]

[...] Tam is to call Jane following the interview, or if it’s too late Jane will call him Tuesday morning—which she did. [...]

[...] And in his own fashion, he passed on some energy to Ruburt as a gift to help him in that endeavor. [...]

[...] I described to him the house in which I was born, situated directly across Route 6 from the old college buildings. [...]

[...] A few times, because Ruburt was so upset, I managed to console him by saying that he wasn’t pregnant when he rather feared that he might be. [...]

[...] Incidentally for Ruburt’s benefit, first he finds difficulty with his writing and then gets something wrong with him physically, not the other way around.

Subconsciously his development along this line is of supreme importance to him, and working less at poetry will cause psychosomatic symptoms. [...]

[...] You met Ruburt in Boston, in this country, after an absence from him. [...]

[...] But I was determined that he understand our feelings—or mine, at least, in no uncertain terms, for as we talked I could feel him start using words to paper over our upset about foreign rights; I felt that his tactics would only make it possible for the whole thing to happen again with succeeding books, and that I was going to short-circuit at once. I believe my reactions, which were loud and clear, paid off, for Tam called Jane yesterday to find out, in his own way, whether I was mad at him personally. [...]

Your mother looked up to him because he made money. She held his money up to your father, and in many ways let your father know that she did not think much of him. [...]

[...] He found he could do much more than both of you thought when he had to, and you can encourage him to tell you about more, for sometimes he feels in your way. [...]

[...] At 8:58 she had received Seth’s greeting; but she held him off until 9 PM.

[...] If the man comes let him in. [...]

[...] He spent several minutes checking reception on our set while we talked with him. [...]

[...] Neither of us knows the TV man or had seen him before. [...]

[...] Your financial situation, tell him, is assured. [...]

[...] You need not tell the other person or you may, but if you refuse to ignore the feeling, the feeling builds up until someday the poor man makes a simple, innocent mood [sic], you will beat him over the head, or worse, develop a knock in your knee because you want to hit him over the head and do not dare to do so. [...]

[...] You would not think of going to a hypnotist and having him tell you that you are getting sicker by the moment or the world was getting cruddier by the moment or that your arm or foot or head or toe or ear would hurt more and more with each breath that you took. [...]

(To Ned.) Behind me, this fellow behind the rocker, you mark my words and guard your vitality and the love you have of life and of your wife and of your child and the new life you see beginning in him and do not let the other emotions destroy your peace of mind. [...]

He was a probable self of your grandfather’s and he kept in touch with you, and you were able to see him because of your own abilities. He noticed you, even as you noticed him, and in his probability he wondered who you were, but he liked you. He was a portion of your grandfather that your grandfather as you know him, could not be, and in many ways he was much freer than your grandfather. [...] But you were able to see him. [...]

[...] The crippled black cat we’ve made friends with here cried outside our door, so I let him in and fed him. [...]

[...] I tried to have him sit and write books, chained to his chair, don’t you see. [...]

[...] I did not think Ruburt would work unless he was chained to his chair, so I chained him, both to do his own work and force you to do yours. [...]

[...] Tension is being relieved, and often this sudden lessening of tension also frightens him. [...] You can be of help to him by reminding him of that support and protection. [...]

[...] I don’t remember him describing her before in just that way; it’s another insight into her chosen mystical-psychic role in physical life “this time around.”)

[...] That attempt, of course, brings him into conflict with whatever doubts still stand in his way.

[...] I will have further pertinent material to add to the overall category of Ruburt’s situation, but I am simply making this evening’s session to give him a sense of immediate direction.

[...] For his point-of-power exercises have him just playfully for five minutes pretend—knowing that it is a game—that he feels perfectly normal and relaxed. Let him consider impulses also playfully, not looking at each one as if it were as important as the ending of the world.

[...] You see him operating normally. [...]