“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But I vaguely feel him around....”

[...] Ruburt’s dreams have been helping him identify his own personal experience as he interpreted such beliefs in early life. [...]

[...] Again, the material should be read and discussed now, and let him mention specifically any events that come to mind naturally as you read or discuss the sessions. [...]

[...] He learned from it, and what he has learned will stand him in good stead. [...]

A page number 397 connected with him. [...]

[...] Does someone give him a calendar? [...]

[...] Nothing, however, would have kept him at the sessions for this amount of time unless he wanted them. [...]

It seems to him as if he would—if he were using all of his abilities as he should—be a public figure. [...]

[...] Ruburt has been straining to live up to an unreasonable image—sometimes with your unwitting assistance—an attempt that certainly has made him drag his feet, and one that is exhausting. [...]

[...] You wanted to give him confidence and to reassure him. [...]

[...] It was this that gave him the idea of a projection experiment that morning. [...]

(10:12.) Man’s dreams have always provided him with a sense of impetus, purpose, meaning, and given him the raw material from which to form his civilizations. [...]

[...] “But now I’m beginning to feel him around,” she said at 9:10. [...]

[...] Even now, as I write about him over 16 years later, I feel a strong emotional pull toward him.

1. Seth first mentioned viruses in the 17th session for January 26, 1964, when I asked him to comment upon the recent deaths of our dog, Mischa, at the age of 11, and of a pair of kittens Jane had obtained from the janitor of the art gallery where she worked part time. [...]

[...] There was also increased circulation to the eyes—very important, though this gave him a feeling of congestion at times. [...]

[...] Words are important to him. [...]

That word and its meaning to him has the power to offset many of his negative body beliefs and projections. [...]

3. Nor was I quick enough to ask Seth if the material Jane delivered for him tonight constituted any kind of contradiction with that of the 689th session; for in that session he discussed man-animal and animal-man as existing within the Tertiary Period. [...] Was it possible that during the complicated rhythms of history, man could have been man (at least approximately as we know him) even before the Tertiary Period, then moved into a long cycle of animal-man forms before returning to being man again? [...]

[...] I wasn’t quick enough to ask him; I didn’t remember the details in the 689th session well enough …

[...] Tam is due tomorrow afternoon, Thursday, and is bringing with him the copyedited Seven Two, as far as we know. [...]

He started off very well with the walking and exercises and you have helped him. [...]

[...] He ignores the message, and sleeps, muttering in protest at the discomfort, and then it takes him another hour or so after breakfast, simply because he did not move the body when it was ready to move.

You might each secretly believe that such worrying will frighten Ruburt enough “to make him do something,” and that is hardly the case—for worrying always increases stress. [...]

[...] I want him to imagine a box. [...]

Now you remember his ribs hurt him for ten days or so, and that then that discomfort largely vanished. [...]

(A note by R.F.B.: The following quotations are from sessions Jane delivered for her trance personality, Seth, just before and during the time she worked with him on Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment. [...]

[...] It will be recalled that the worker described a portrait drawn of him while he was in the service; and that the artist making the portrait drew him with a symmetrical face, whereas his face is decidedly not symmetrical.

[...] The enforced rest also gave him time to gain back his psychic resources. [...]

[...] His own native resiliency and your combined psychic reinforcement protected him. [...]

[...] Your friend Mark (Bill Macdonnel) was subconsciously trying to pay you back, to repay you, for your help to him, and particularly for the meals.

[...] For each of you, including Ruburt, create and project your own image of him, and each of you perceive with your physical senses only that image of him which you have individually created.

[...] This is why I wrote to him in the first place. Jane and I would feel this rapport when we met him, also.

[...] Bill said his ulcer had not bothered him, and Lorraine said that her neck felt much better.

[...] Any time we wanted to, we could obtain information from him. [...]

[...] Dr. G looked at it, remarked that she had a large ulcer on the knee, and quickly left with Mary before Jane was quick enough to ask him what he was talking to the nurse about. [...]

[...] This is tied in of course with your experience in general regarding the members of the medical profession, and here symbolically you strip the doctor of his assumed authority, and see him more like a hired man—a plumber or mechanic, perhaps, but devoid of any deep philosophical bent. [...]

[...] We hadn’t known that Gramacy was a scientist until he told us that night, and it was as a magician rather than as a scientist that Seth addressed him, telling him to trust his dramatic and imaginative flair.

[...] You heard him, and wondered if he was perhaps in the bathroom and needed your help. [...]

[...] I will give him more in the same way to keep you both on the right track.

[...] So we told him. [...] A discussion about Seth followed, and Rob showed him some of our notes, later, in our room.

[...] So in March 1964 we wrote him a letter. [...]

[...] Suppose he tries to do what’s asked of him and fails?”

[...] Now I shut up and let Rob do the talking—or tried to let him.

[...] He has such a range of receptivity that it is impossible for him to construct all of his ideas physically. As his scope widened, a mechanism was necessary that would allow him to choose. [...]

[...] No longer did memory flicker briefly and disappear, enclosing him in darkness again. Now it stretched brightly behind him and also stretched out ahead — a road on which he always saw his own changing image.

[...] And with his focused memory at his command, man’s ego was born, which could follow its own identity through the maze of blazing impulses that beset him, could recognize itself through the pattern of continuing constructions and could separate itself from its action in the physical world. [...]

[...] A man who is sure of himself is not angry at every slight done him, nor does he carry grudges. [...]

[...] At the same time his church may tell him to turn the other cheek when he is upset, and to be kind, gentle and understanding.

His society teaches him that such qualities are feminine. [...]

[...] No man dies unless he wants to die, and for a much better reason than that you may want him to.