“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Driving through Sayre,¹ Pennsylvania, one Sunday afternoon, Joseph noticed a house for sale in a neighborhood he knew — and remembered that it had belonged, in his memory, to a man of whom his mother had been fond. [...] Joseph only remembered his mother speaking of this gentleman in the past. [...] Now of course he is an old man, unable to tend to his home any longer. [...]

[...] In certain terms his mother will feel vindicated if Joseph buys that house, but the choice is still his and Ruburt’s. If you pay more attention to what you think of as coincidences, you will discover another kind of order that underlies the recognized order you follow. [...]

4. In his Preface, Seth discusses the relationship between my mother’s death and his beginning “Unknown” Reality; in sessions 679–80, some of my mother’s probable lives; and in Session 683, my contacts with her in the dream state. [...]

[...] I am here using an incident from the experience of Ruburt and Joseph, but the reader can make his or her own correlations, and discover like events from which the same conclusions can be drawn.

He was a study, a living example, of the effects of conflicting unexamined beliefs, a fierce and yet agonized personification of what can happen when an individual allows his conscious mind to deny its responsibilities — i.e., when an individual becomes afraid of his own consciousness.

[...] He glowered at our friend Ruburt with great vehemency, projecting all of the energy at his command to show that he would not be cowed, and that if anyone took over the situation he would be the one to do so. He spoke of another personality far more powerful than he — though, he said, he could force a roomful of a hundred-and-fifty people to follow his commands. [...]

[...] The visitor arrived from the airport with his wife in tow.

[...] I am discussing it here because it so beautifully illustrates the nature and power of beliefs, and the conflicts that can arise when an individual does not accept responsibility for his own thoughts. [...]

[...] If the analyst, over a period of time, should convince Augustus that his condition in the present resulted from some specific inhibited event in the past, and if the analyst was an intuitive and understanding man, then Augustus might change his beliefs enough so that some kind of “cure” was worked. [...] Unfortunately in his present state, powerless as it were without Augustus Two, he might also simply call on his “alter ego” to show the good doctor that he was no one to trifle with.

Then there would be the matter of helping Augustus to face the implications of his other-self’s behavior in such a way that he could accept it as a portion of his whole identity.

[...] Now again, if Augustus somehow changed his beliefs it is possible that even within that framework some kind of cure would be effected. [...]

[...] He looked supercool in his cut-off denim shorts; his long hair curled into natural corkscrews, his light durable frame seeming to luxuriate in the heat while my light durable frame turned into a sponge that added ten pounds of fatigue.

[...] My hunch is that because of my state of mind — interpreting Rob’s dreams, and my reading of his notes, I was in a particular kind of correspondence with him, or with his state of mind, that facilitated the inner communication. [...]

Something in his words struck me in a new fashion. [...]

[...] Not two minutes passed before Rob stood at my door with his camera! [...]

[...] He could not assimilate the information, and became frightened, to some extent at least, at the vastness of the experience involved, as if the ancient yet new knowledge that he sought for his individual reasons was so encompassing that his own individuality would have trouble handling it while retaining its own necessary frame of reference. [...]

He was bathed in that light, however, filled with it, refreshed by it, and given new comprehensions that will now emerge in his experience in a piecemeal fashion that can be assimilated in his normal frame of reference. [...]

[...] Granted that Seth’s material may “only” be bringing into our conscious awareness knowledge we already possess and use on other levels, still it’s a fine thing that his material makes us aware of that inner comprehension — and so new dimensions of consciousness become available to us. [...] And when the painting is finished, the artist contemplates a new reality of his or her own creation.

[...] Each person’s “individual” life plan fits in somewhere with that of his or her contemporaries. [...]

Now he has felt that if the “authority,” the people, do not like what he says, then they will not buy his books, and deny him that “welfare.” [...] Instead of the people giving him handouts as a child, where he had to be careful of what he did and said, he saw them as contributing to his welfare through buying his books, and if he went too far and offended them, they would stop.

[...] There are many variations on the same thing that the artist, the revolutionary thinker, the genius, would be punished by his fellow men, or even be betrayed by his own abilities. [...]

None of this ever had to do with Ruburt privately, but with Ruburt and his contact with the world. None of our sessions, or his own natural development would ever bother him. [...]

[...] He has done his thing, but fearfully. [...]

Ruburt has the impression of the school fence across the street from the house in which he lived, and he is thinking of a particular photograph of his own that involved his house, the street, part of the fence, and perhaps some children. [...]

[...] For the test I used a color photograph of my brother Bill, his wife and two young children, taken in Webster, NY, in 1959. [...]

[...] The individual’s health is determined by his ability to take advantage of, or to use, this mechanism.

Ruburt has for years done fairly well in this matter, automatically regulating large areas of his health, with as you know some small failures, such as the sinus condition mainly, and the faulty eyesight.

[...] Tan had questions concerning his father and his girl, Eve and told us he felt he’d had extended psychological connections with both. Eve, he thought, has been pivotal in his life.

[...] He would make horrible funny faces at the window of his soul to frighten others away, and yet through all of this the inner abilities did indeed grow. He added to his stock.

[...] Tam said Seth’s data about his inner life was “especially true.” He also cited similarities between his doodles and the crest decoration Seth described.

[...] He was afraid his stock would be gone.

[...] His creative abilities were growing and developing, his concepts enlarging, but he was for some time so convinced of science’s viewpoint that the ideas of the Sinful Self were looked upon as unworthy and superstitious. [...] When his creative abilities found contemporary scientific thought also too narrow, however, and his natural intuitions had led him toward a new framework—one that, again, introduced values having to do with the nature of consciousness, or soul—then the new ideas began to conflict directly with the old buried ones, particularly those that had to do with the conflicts between creative expression, the church, and “forbidden knowledge.” To go ahead creatively, forming new versions of a spiritual reality, to state that man and his impulses were good, brought him finally into direct conflict with the old beliefs of the Sinful Self, whose value system was based upon the idea that the self was indeed sinful, not to be trusted. [...]

[...] Most religious concepts, unfortunately, regardless of the original intentions behind them, end up by dividing man from his own sense of grace—his sense of rightness within the universe, and the individual will do almost anything to gain back that sense, for it is highly vital. [...]

(9:00.) His Sinful Self therefore tried to restate its position in order to right the situation, but its reasoning, again, was that a sense of grace was dependent upon the prior admission of a sinful reality. [...]

[...] A concentration upon the healthy parts of his body will help increase his health. [...]

With all of his repressions, love-making became the most loaded time, for in a moment of weakness he feared he might spill out his feelings about your job and all the other material that has come to light.

[...] Ruburt’s idea of actively searching out his usually repressed feelings is excellent.

[...] Ruburt should write in a personal diary if he prefers, but write his feelings several times a week. [...]

At night the two portions have been squabbling, in an attempt to make their peace, hence his discomfort. (In sleeping.) His performance last evening showed however a greater participation of the overly conscientious self in the psychic work, showing itself as authority and confidence. [...] As a result Ruburt very seldom relaxed physically, and this has been largely the cause of his symptoms. [...]

[...] When the overly conscientious self and the spontaneous self are working well together there are no difficulties, and Ruburt has the full use of his remarkable energy, and it is well focused.

[...] Ruburt as a child was highly mystical, and also overly conscientious and overdemanding of himself, and afraid of his own spontaneity and natural appetites.

What Ruburt believes to be his intellectual skepticism is the voice of the overly conscientious self in quite limited Catholic terms.

He has no reason (long pause) to feel guilty, or to punish himself for his mother’s situation. He did not murder her in any way by his birth. [...] He is not his mother’s murderer, then, in any fashion, nor responsible for the breakup of his parents’ marriage.

Let Ruburt remind himself that his birth was not responsible for his mother’s incapacity. [...]

Tell Ruburt he is in no way responsible for killing his grandmother or the housekeeper.

There is no reason either, to blame his mother, or to hold any grudge against her, for in no way did Marie understand the issues.

His specific art (pause) was both his method of understanding his own creativity and a way of exploring the vast creativity of the universe—and also served as a container or showcase that displayed his knowledge as best he could.

[...] Iran’s religious leaders actually run the country now, operating behind a weak secular and probably temporary government appointed by its Western-leaning and departed leader before he fled his country last January. [Now, looking tired and ill, he travels the world with his expensive entourage, looking for a safe place to live after leading 25 years of savage oppression in his homeland.]

Ruburt was correct in his introductory notes (for Mass Events) today—about the poet’s long-forgotten abilities, and his role. [...] For the poet did not simply string words together, but sent out a syntax of consciousness, using rhythm and the voice, rhyme and refrain as methods to form steps up which his own consciousness could rush.

(Seth actually began his Preface for this book, Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment, with the next, 881st session, which Jane delivered for him 12 days later [on September 25]. [...] Especially do I like to interpret his material tonight as meaning that Jane is “a psychic or a mystic,” for to me, at least, this means that in this physical life she’s chosen to penetrate as deeply as she can the depths of reality, or consciousness.

He is able to give his emotional abilities far greater freedom. In all of his existences he has been of an extravagant nature, impetuous, choosing extravagantly-opposite experiences. [...]

[...] He was called Marcus Porcius the Younger; his great grandfather, Marcus Porcius the Elder, was a Roman statesman who lived from 234—149 BC.

[...] She must cease mourning over his disabilities.

I do not mean to scold her, but in her well-meaning sympathy she can hold down the native joy that he feels, when left to his own standards of achievement.

The comical series of events involving Floyd, one of his sons, and another helper had started this noon: “Hell, Rob, it’s a coon!” a surprised Floyd called down to me from the roof of the house, after the beam from his flashlight had illuminated the black mask across the animal’s face and made its eyes shine as it crouched at the base of the fireplace chimney. [...] Then while his two helpers stood guard to keep the raccoon in the tree, Floyd lugged a very heavy flat stone up the ladder and planted it across the chimney; he’s going to cement a wire mesh in place as a permanent seal against animals and birds.

Within the patterns of human experience, then, lies evidence of man’s greater ability: He rubs shoulders with his own deeper understanding whenever he remembers, say, a precognitive dream, an out-of-body—whenever he feels the intrusion or infusion of knowledge into his mind from other than physical sources. [...]

(Jane hadn’t operated well yesterday.¹ She did tell me that she was somewhat surprised to realize Seth might be closer to completing his work on Dreams than she’d thought he was. [...]

[...] I was getting the rather odd impression that to some extent his material this evening would grow out of our experience with the raccoon, even if he didn’t mention it.)

(Tonight John told us that on September 2 he was meeting at his home in Williamsport, PA, with his district manager, and that of course business was discussed. [...] The company to date has not granted his request. [...] It now develops that John’s district manager is not too sure of his own job. [...]

(Thursday evening, September 10, John Bradley visited us while on a selling trip to Elmira for his company, Searle Drug. It will be remembered that in the 63rd session, June 17,1964, Volume 2, page 159, Seth gave a date of September 2 for John, stating that on that day “plans may be born at that date which will affect his participation in his professional field.” [...]

My welcome to Mark, with his enthusiastic good intentions. [...]

[...] There is a reason also in that a deeper state of consciousness is sometimes needed when the upper level of his subconscious is concerned, as it still is since he gave notice at the gallery.

There may be areas in which he realizes he is not adequate, yet because of his belief in his basic worth he will be able to accept these lacks as a part of himself without feeling threatened by them. He will be able to try to improve his condition without knocking himself down at the same time.

[...] His life constantly reinforces this concept, and while he is peripherally aware that some people are “nicer” than others, his main intimate experience allows him to see the best in others and in himself. [...]

(Pause.) A modern Western physician — granted, with the greatest discomfiture — will inform his patient that he is about to die, impressing upon him that his situation is hopeless, and yet will react with scorn and loathing when he reads that a voodoo practitioner has put a curse upon some innocent victim.

[...] The belief in his own comeliness is so important that others will react to him in the same fashion. [...]

[...] You must also keep in mind that the individual creates his own environment through his successive incarnations.

[...] Each of the five people is aware of only one space continuum, his own, in which his physical construction exists. [...]

[...] I am glad I do not work at his art gallery. [...]

[...] Yesterday afternoon I had told Jimmy that Jane and I would value his opinion of the property, but no arrangements had been made as to when the three of us might get together to look the property over. [...]

Because his conscious desire was based strongly upon inner emotional need, and not opposed to it, and because the emotional need at that time was powerful, that is his need to leave on vacation, and because he remembered our discussion on expectation, he was able to utilize both conscious and unconscious energies. In other words, to consciously focus his subconscious psychic abilities to perform toward a definite, material end.

Now here; this end, seemingly, to his mind could be achieved in no other more ordinary way. [...] This added to the strength with which he focused his abilities; and I will have more to say concerning this attitude, which often but not always accompanies such psychic manipulations, even ordinary ones of which you are not aware.

(Just before the session was due, I mentioned two things I hoped Seth would discuss: his dates for Miss Callahan, and the car experiment on my part, described on page 302. [...]

[...] His boss was busy and asked me to stop back later, after he’d had a chance to look at the car. [...]

[...] Throckmorton and his wife, Lessie, usually slept in it. It was given over to Dick because of his illness.

[...] This was of my present younger brother Dick during his life in England in 1671. [...]

[...] After Seth spelled out his greeting, Jane rose and began to dictate. [...]

[...] His eldest sister slept in another, and a young brother in the third. [...]