“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Our fine friend (Orville Tigerman): A-I-N-E-I-D—that is his entity name, and I send him my heartiest regards.

(“I was going to ask him about the right leg,” I said, “but I guess he’s already answered the question.”

(“Write it down and ask him,” Jane said. [...]

[...] Before long, however, he will be much more confident as his own improvements convince him of his body’s overall vitality, and its resurge of excellent health. I am glad to give him such reassurance—and now I bid you a fond and peaceful good evening. [...]

[...] The feeling had built up in you to help him. [...]

[...] An exciting conversation, an exciting inner mental activity serves well to divert him. [...]

(At no time was Jane aware of Seth as a personality, and neither of us saw any signs of him or from him. [...]

(9:56 P.M. “I could feel him around when I was doing the supper dishes,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance. “And I could feel him around more and more after that, but I still get cold feet when I know he’s going to start a new book…. [...]

[...] For a while, again, have him write three hours of free writing, and paint or whatever. [...]

[...] I hope to show through the entire book that the reader himself is independent of his physical image; and I hope, myself, to give him some methods that will prove my thesis to him. [...]

[...] The energy that I would put into sessions has gone into some private talks to him while he slept. [...]

[...] If I had all the abilities that you think I have, I would have his typewriter working for him automatically all the time. [...]

[...] I hadn’t noticed this, but told Bill Jane had talked at times of being left-handed as a child; I told him I remembered Jane saying something about being made to write right-handed in school.)

[...] Far be it from me to answer for him. [...]

([Peg:] “Why would this cause him concern?”)

It would be difficult for me to change the features of a third individual indeed, but far less difficult to change Ruburt’s features, since he gives me permission to work through him, and his mental and psychic abilities would help me. [...]

[...] Dr. Instream feels that something has been misrepresented to him professionally, I believe, on the part of the university or in connection with his work there. [...]

Near him now, a miscellany of objects, small ones, some of them white, that look like marble. [...]

[...] I succeeded in talking to him, and saw by his shoulder patch that he was a sheriff.

The yoga discipline is helping him more than he realizes. [...]

[...] It is not necessary for Ruburt to adopt the deep trance state for our sessions, since I am able to speak through him without shutting out most aspects of his consciousness.

Of course I get help from him. [...]

If such a study is conducted however with preconceived ideas, then each experimenter will find only what he has been looking for, for all else will appear meaningless to him.

[...] This is not particularly conducive to his intuitional activities, so I did not give him a break before our tests, but let the trance state continue. [...]

[...] On the 15th I spoke for him for the first time. [...] For this reason I’ll devote some space to the early sessions so that you can become acquainted with the material as Seth gave it, and see him emerge as a personality in his own right.

[...] What if everyone has those abilities?” I stared at him. [...]

[...] (A few weeks later, though, Rob had some more difficulty with his back and went to a chiropractor who told him that his first vertebra was out of alignment.) The session lasted until after midnight, and after that we sat up talking about it.

[...] I could have crowned him.

[...] Seth then told Bill he saw him living until around 85, with Peggy equally old. [...]

(I tried to question him closely about this and remember what I could. [...]

[...] Ruburt has always been cautious here, for when I tell him of the significance of the material, then he wonders about the aspect of his own personality. [...]

[...] Seth is a part of what I am and I know him well. [...]

[...] When you are working with Bega you must try to let down and forget your physical data, for you do not know him well enough yet. You do not let him come through clearly enough. [...]

[...] In the morning it would be good for him to say this aloud, or even sing it in an exuberant manner.

[...] It will serve him well.

[...] He felt that nature expressed for him the vast power of his own emotions. [...]

[...] Through nature’s manifestations, particularly through its power, man senses nature’s source and his own, and knows that the power can carry him to emotional realizations that are required for his own greater spiritual and psychic development.

(I hadn’t realized that her grandfather, Joseph Burdo — “Little Daddy,” as Jane had called him — had spent a couple of years in a hospital for TB when Jane had been around ten years old. [...] Marie then succeeded in thwarting his plans and banned him from the house. [...]

[...] I feel him around, but it won’t be too long.” [...]

[...] He thought, for example, of his own pajamas that he wears now instead of the jeans he wore before, and it seemed to him that in all his strivings he had in one way or another also acted like your friend whose jeans kept turning into the Turkish towel: he had been trying to protect an important way of relating to the world, or to protect a way of life. [...]

[...] Your discussion reminded him of how he used to be (pause), and also brought up in his mind the seeming contradictions of creativity, in that it is private, but usually ends up as some kind of public expression. [...]

[...] If voices tell him he is to be destroyed, then these at least are comforting voices, for they convince him that his life must have value.

[...] And if man does not find these (louder), then the so-called basic drives toward food or shelter will not sustain him.