“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We’d like to publish his information eventually.

Dictation, while Ruburt continues his recovery. [...]

[...] Ruburt, under such circumstances, cannot travel symbolically from his own atmosphere, though the contacts at our end may be clear. [...]

[...] Jane said she used “they” in talking about Seth and his entity, then said that perhaps “there are more than the two of them.”)

[...] I have been strict concerning our schedule, since conditioning must be set up, and while we always allowed for some spontaneity, it was necessary that Ruburt develop greater efficiency in his handling of the trance state.

There are obviously many occasions when his condition is unusually suited to hold a spontaneous session, but when the emotional climate is not for one reason or another correct, or when other elements, practical ones to you, may prevent a session.

[...] Ruburt’s habit of requesting before he sleeps that his system effortlessly continue its healthful and natural cooperation is a good one. [...]

[...] His eyes, his motions, his fur, were beautiful—an excellent example of that “supportive action” that Jane had been talking about. [...]

[...] He does now exist in his own reality. [...] I am not only what he will one day become in your terms I am far more—and in me your Seth, while remaining a developing identity on his own, is a distant memory in my consciousness. [...]

[...] I can assure you that I have gone my own way as he has gone his own way—and the universes that I have had a hand in, have a far more emotional basis and I personally prefer them. [...]

But our friend, Ruburt, is not finished with his questions, and so I will let him continue his interrogation. [...]

(To Arnold.) Now where is our fond physicist in his red shirt over there? [...]

[...] During that period we held the 737th session [on February 17], but since we weren’t consciously concerned with that particular place then, we neither talked about it nor asked Seth to comment; instead, on his own during the session, Seth discussed the house on Foster Avenue as representing a probability, and a pretty likely one, that we could choose to explore. [...]

(Because we’d been looking at houses today, Jane was excited: “How am I going to get my mind on the session?” Just before Seth came through, she reread his list of the families of consciousness that he’d given for the 732nd session. [...]

[...] Many music or art teachers belong in that category, where the arts are taught with a love of excellence, a stress upon technique — into which the artist, who is often a Sumari (although not always, by any means) can put his or her creativity. [...]

In the past some religious groups have also promoted beliefs that illness is a sign of God’s punishment, or vengeance for sins committed against his “goodness.”

He suspects that others have some difficulty, that they do not understand themselves sufficiently, and add to their own problems through putting to use the methods in his first such book. [...]

[...] He is also in need of love and care, and he knew, in his own way, that a bargain could be worked out. Simply by being there he can change, to some extent, the balance of the household and also have his own wants catered to. [...]

[...] At about the same time my father got rid of his, for good. Seth told me some time ago that my father had given me his hay fever, and that for reasons of my own I had accepted the “gift.”

[...] The object was a black and white photo of Jane’s father and his deceased second wife, Maxine, taken sometime prior to 1954. [...]

He has an ache in his right arm. [...]

(Briefly, the object is a black-and-white photo of Jane’s father Del, and his deceased second wife Maxine. [...]

It is not [so much] that such developments are beyond man’s capacity as it is that they involve manipulations impossible to make for all practical purposes, from his present standpoint. [...]

In that dream your worries were initially reflected—worries that your friend Floyd has also encountered on his own about virility and age,⁴ so you saw the two of you in a five-and-ten-cent store, simply representing the world of commerce, where items are sold: Did you still have a value in that world? [...]

4. It took me a while to realize that Seth had made a most interesting statement here—implying that somehow I’d picked up Floyd’s worries about his age and virility. [...]

It is paramount then that Ruburt trust his body now, and not be worried. [...]

[...] When he can sit in the sun on his porch the heat treatments should be dispensed with.

[...] Now on Thread A, Self A would not be aware, in his present, of the ‘future’ selves on the other threads. [...]

“The personality of God as generally conceived is a one-dimensional concept based upon man’s small knowledge of his own psychology. [...]

[...] … Each was highly gifted psychically, knew of his role, and accepted it willingly. [...]

[...] … Again, because you believe that you can murder a man and end his consciousness forever, then murder exists within your reality and must be dealt with. [...]

However the window(smile, eyes open) you see, was a quite valid fabrication of his own. [...] The actual physical window was behind his head, you see, so he felt impelled to have a window in front of him, in order to get out of the physical house.

[...] But his answer to that question also makes us believe the interpretation above is the correct one.

[...] When you talked to Ruburt there was an implied invitation on his part, for he would have liked you to have gone down.

[...] As I stated this does not mean that at certain stages if his knees hurt he cannot cry, or that either of you should consider that a defeat. [...]

(This morning, in between calls from my brother Loren and his wife, and Mrs. Austin’s son about delivering the laundry, I worked on the first draft of a letter to Maude Cardwell at Reality Change in Austin, Texas. [...]

[...] I described how Del had driven us around the town and country there in his old pickup truck, and how for a time he and I had become separated from Jane. [...]

[...] I will let our friend take back his class. [...]