“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Such dreams gave him the assurance that other lands existed outside of his own, and spurred him onward into those physical expeditions in which the species has always taken a particular delight.

[...] Jane began speaking for him with unexpected vigor:)

[...] They often represent humiliations, most often at his mother’s hands—humiliations that convinced him that he was indeed unlovable and bound for trouble. [...]

Ruburt took on the bargain later, where the symptoms could be used as a backup system, preventing him from going out and working, so adjustments were made along the way. [...]

[...] Nor did I ask him to. [...]

[...] My clothes were in disarray, I told him laughing. [...]

[...] I didn’t know him. [...]

[...] I hadn’t expected him to use our bank accounts as analogies, but saw at once what he was up to. [...]

[...] You should still help him to trust relaxation, but I want both of you to take this session to heart, so that it can help you accelerate your growing understanding, and bring you more beneficial practical results. [...]

[...] Leonard lives alone, however, and though he has brothers and sisters, you thought of him as alone. [...]

[...] Ask him if he has anything to say. [...]

(I should add that at 2:30 I called to see if Andrew Fife was in his office at billing, since I wanted to show him the claim-denial reports I’d received from the insurance company the day before Christmas. [...]

(Today when I called his office, I found out that Andrew Fife was on vacation until January 3, so I’ll see him then. [...]

[...] Once more I put him in the closet while Jane gave me an “oh, well” look. Actually Willy doesn’t interrupt us very often; but now I made a mental note that after this we’d go back to our old routine, and put him in another room before session time. [...]

[...] Ruburt, “him,” “he” — entered in; yet [as she was to note in a subsequent statement] she wasn’t picking up on Seth:)

“The ghostly, off-center Saratoga adventure bypassed and blurred usual neurological processes, allowing him to slip through. [...]

Some frogs jeered and scoffed at him.
Others called him great.
He only smiled and went off by himself,
Poor lonely frog, to meditate.

The frog did not learn to tell time from his watch, though, and it’s difficult to see how this would have helped him if he had. [...]

[...] I wrote the dreams down in my notebook which was on the bedside table, and then, to make sure, I awakened Rob and told him the dreams also. [...]

[...] My name kept coming to him over and over, and he sensed my presence. [...]

Any normal home life is denied him; and along with the overall concentration upon the problem at hand, all other stimuli is purposely held to a minimum. [...]

[...] (Gesturing:) The individual who speaks out most loudly for the death penalty feels that he himself should really be condemned to death, to pay for the great aggression (violence) within him that he dares not express.

[...] The criminal mind expresses these for him, hence the ambiguous attitudes on the part of society, in which renegades are often romanticized.

[...] This will help him uncover the reasons for his distrust of the body, so that he can begin to feel a new sense of the body’s reliability, resourcefulness, and powerful healing abilities.

So, when I “meet” another, I may be able to relate to him much better on the basis of a particular past life experience, even though in my “now” we have little in common. [...]

[...] What I say is one thing, but the pupil of course is thrust into psychological and psychic behavior and experience that may seem quite alien to him on a conscious level.

[...] Figuring out how he will get such-and-such done an hour or two hours from then—so he foreshortens the moment, in that it becomes far less full than it is capable of being for him.

[...] He does not have a responsibility to sit constantly at his table, as if creative ideas could only find him there. [...]

[...] He is a son, and then a father, and always within him he feels that part or inner self which cannot be seen by another, which is neither father nor son, but which is within him while he is father, and while he is son.

Ruburt will want to know if the door is closed, so tell him because I want our friend over here in the bridal white (Maria) to realize that each of you should realize that the energy and strength and vitality that rings through this frail form now rings also through that form and that form and that form and represents the energy and vitality that belongs to each of you, and you all have it to draw upon. [...]

(To Daniel.) And for our friend over here, and not really for him but for our long-faced friend who is not present tonight (meaning Ron), Ruburt will go for any tests that are fun. [...]

[...] You wanted him to go into more acceptable work, and you were ashamed of your own early wanderings as an itinerant artist.

(Pause at 10:35.) Again, those details will emerge that were important to him. [...]

[...] When Jane finished with certain challenges, Seth remarked, “… there will be a ‘birth’ of seemingly new concepts, simply because his [Jane’s] old mental barriers kept him from making certain important connections, and an increasing system of communication between waking and dreaming states.”

[...] A little reflection will show that in spite of the “sexist” implications it would be quite difficult to present such material in other ways, so common is the use of “man,” “he,” “his,” and “him.” [...]

[...] We have not seen him since Monday, and probably will not for at least two weeks. [...]

His hypnosis experiments have a unique effect or success, that should be meaningful to him by the time he reads this material.

A package delivered to him this week, with some connection with the initials M A or A M. I do not know to what the initials refer, perhaps merely that the package was delivered in the morning, or perhaps the sender.

[...] A couple of weeks ago she received notice of his death, with a photo of him edged in heavy black. [...]

[...] Jane met him toward the end of the long period during which she had her recurring playground dreams. [...]

[...] Seth came through thusly when I asked him about the “Four. [...]