“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Martha’s husband, Florence’s brother, lost his life as a result of war wounds. Martha keeps all his possessions together, including his guns and rifles.)

[...] The fashion of his clothes is old. [...]

(Schachter—his name.)

Seth presented his sessions for “Unknown” Reality as usual, but dispensed with any chapter framework. He did group his material into six sections, though, with headings. As he told us in the 743rd session, a few days after the visit of Tam and his associate: “This book had no chapters [in order] to further disrupt your accepted notions of what a book should be. [...]

[...] For obvious reasons I’ve deleted most of Seth’s instructions for punctuating his material, beyond leaving a few examples in place at the start of his Preface, or in an occasional session. [...] Once in a while Jane or I recast his sentence structure for clarity’s sake, or we eliminate a repetitive phrase — for all of this is verbal work as opposed to prose work, which can be easily revised on the spot. [...]

“When I’m Seth, I’m just a small part of his reality, maybe only the portion I can grasp, but I bask in that personified energy. When Seth turns his attention to people, addressing them or answering questions, then I sense an almost multidimensional appreciation of their worth and individuality. [...] That experience of his reaction to others leads me to suspect the existence of an emotional experience far more vivid than the one we know.

[...] Seth wouldn’t have our current daily activities to draw upon for some of his analogies, for instance, but in such cases I think he’d either call upon similar episodes from our pasts, or cast his material in different ways — which would yield the same results.

(We were visited over the weekend by Robert Monroe and his wife, Nancy; they live on a farm in central Virginia. [...] Among many things, he wanted to tell Jane about the research complex, tentatively called The Mentronics Institute — or System — that he’s building on his farm. [...]

[...] I came across his essay, The Poet, in which he talked about the ‘speakers’ as being those who use their inner abilities to ‘speak the inner secrets of nature.’ The essay impressed me strongly, seeming to echo elements in my own writing and psychic characteristics; and of course I thought of Seth’s ‘Speakers’ as he described them in Chapter Twenty of Seth Speaks. [According to Seth, Emerson was a Speaker too!] Then Bob Monroe and his wife arrived, and we had a busy evening. [...]

The dreamer, whatever his age, job or family background, is considered most suspect, for it seems that he doesn’t even have a craft to excuse his moral laziness. [...]

[...] With my inner sight I felt that one of those forms, sturdy and impossibly massive, might bend down and with his gigantic face peek into my kitchen window … though I was also aware that all of this was my interpretation of what I was receiving.

Later he wonders what happened, that his life was saved, and his plans altered at the last moment. [...] In spite of his own conscious lack of knowledge, he was brought to operate according to the information available in Framework 2, though he was not aware of it. He lost his ticket—a stupid error, it seemed. The lives and events of all those involved with his trip—the neighbors, the children, and so forth—all of those issues were arranged in Framework 2, so that while the events seemed most unpleasant, they were highly beneficial.

[...] His creative abilities work, no matter what he is doing, and they will work better and reach further when his body is normally flexible, able to relax normally as it should. [...]

[...] Lo and behold—for while everything seems so poorly, our friend’s life is being saved, for he misses his plane.

[...] As Ruburt’s Cézanne simply came out of nowhere, so will his complete flexibility.

The change in his subjective life is considerable, as the psychic work and his easy manner in the chapter clearly shows. A psychic and spiritual openness will now help on his part. [...]

[...] The point is, it has been his habitual response. [...]

In other words, his back is up, you see. [...]

Now he did a good job on the chapter, and it will help him if he imagines the entire book to be a young beautiful sapling that moves easily with each breeze, the nerves like tiny unseen branches, soft and flexible, going even out from his body.

[...] In the past they triggered certain responses, to some extent leading to his physical condition.

They crop up now, but his response is different. [...]

[...] His body, however, is continuing to improve.

[...] “I know what his opinions were,” Jane said as she came out of trance. [...]

[...] In a fashion, to an extent he will refuse to be accountable for his actions—therefore taking them out of the frame of judgment within which other people must operate. He then can avoid putting his “talents and superior abilities” to the test, where he feels he would certainly fail. [...] His abilities are not really that grand. His failures are not nearly that disastrous. [...]

[...] As Seth remarked on August 6, when he gave his first session on the subject: “When Ruburt finished his project [God of Jane], he found himself with all of that time that was supposed to be used. He also became aware of his limitations, physically speaking: There was not much, it seemed, he could do but work, so he took the rational approach—and it says that to solve the problem you worry about it.”

[...] He was very well dressed and very well spoken, and I didn’t pay enough attention to the doubts I sensed when he told me about hearing voices in his head, and asked if Jane did the same thing with Seth. [...] He told her he’d been hospitalized several times for mental problems, and demonstrated his ability to speak very fluently a “nonsense” language he cannot decipher. [...] He described how he’s relating the Seth material to his sexual fantasies involving young girls, and detailed other instances in which he’d been strongly rebuffed when trying to physically actualize some of Seth’s ideas. [...]

“I can envision Seth’s material expanding almost endlessly just on a day-to-day basis, as he deals with events in the lives of Jane and me—and this idea conveys nothing about news of his reactions to and interactions with events on various levels of his own reality, plus other realities he may be able to reach. [...] Actually, most of his information does, regardless of subject matter. [...]

[...] He had a very few minutes for us before leaving his own office to keep an appointment. At his office Jane was informed that a phone call awaited her from the Alan Burke TV show; a Mr. Shapiro was on the line at that moment. [...]

[...] Note also that Seth didn’t make his presence felt, nor was he asked to, until a convivial atmosphere had been established between the three of us present. [...]

(Ray Van Over is leaving the Parapsychology Foundation sometime soon to launch his own business, which involves publishing. [...]

[...] It was apparent that her control with this new method was somewhat unsure; she paused often while speaking, and appeared to have to make quite an effort to maintain just the right balance between being herself while allowing Seth to hover just below, or within her range of consciousness, so that she could pass along his data. [...]

The man who wrote wants to live largely in his own world. [...] His view of reality is eccentric from most viewpoints. He adds a flavor to the world that would be missing otherwise, and through his very eccentricity, to some extent he shows other people that their rigid views of reality may indeed have chinks in them here and there.

(Both of us—but Jane particularly—had been struck by the unique and original way the writer had put together his selection of words to reflect his chosen reality. [...]

I do not mean to idealize him either, or others of his kind, but to point out that you can use your imaginations and intellects in other fashions than you do. [...]

[...] Joe is almost bald from the chemotherapy, and very weak, his son John said. [...]

Conflicting beliefs about the nature of reality can bring about dilemmas in almost any form, for the individual will always try to make sense out of his or her surroundings, and try to at least see the world as a cohesive whole.

[...] The more incohesive the individual feels the world to be, the greater his or her efforts will be expended in an attempt to put the world back together.

[...] A person may become so frightened of using his or her own power of choice or action that the construction of an artificial superbeing is created — a seemingly sublime personage who gives orders to the individual involved.

[...] Loren is as lucky in his way with his wife as you are in yours. [...] It does not have as immediate implications however since she, or he, has erected his own barriers along these lines, and the parents are not so involved as far as distance is concerned. [...]

[...] His wife is a great help to him, but so far he has not fully developed his intellectual capacities, for many reasons, and he has a tendency to blame her for it. [...]

[...] He also, to a much greater degree than you, never trusted his instincts, although they were very strong. Your mother had much to do with this and so did his own mother.

[...] Jane had taken a chair while dictating, and he wormed his way up into her lap and began to purr. His eyes were unusually dark, as were Jane’s.)

(The article about the psychologist creating his own reality, featuring his own mental deterioration, is in the latest issue of Human Nature magazine—November 1978. We’ve heard of him before—Donald Hebb, now 72—and his own story is a classic case of self-suggestion over the years.)

The psychologist believed most heartily in his theory of mental disintegration with age, and he set out to prove that he was right, bringing about self-predictive difficulties. [...] No difficulties were thrown in his way. [...]

I am pleased with his progress physically, and with his determination. [...]

[...] I had a session for him at his wife’s request when he was ill, and in Ruburt’s files his answering letter attests to the correctness of my interpretations and impressions.

A few of the early factual statements made were unknown, I believe, even to his wife. [...] It was not generally known that he was ill, or the circumstances of his illness.

He did not know his wife requested the session, and I do not want it known. [...]

(Pause.) Ruburt can give you whatever business statements you require concerning the sale of his books. [...]

(For the envelope test I used a pair of name cards made by our friend Bill Macdonnel for his art studio, the Cameron Gallery. Bill gave us these cards perhaps a year or so ago, shortly after he opened his gallery. [...]

[...] He is now at the point where he can greatly improve the condition of his eyes, and his vision, through consistent self-suggestion. [...]

He has his glasses off. His left foot has been bothering him. [...]

His feet are tired. [...]

His senses are extremely acute, his inner senses perfectly attuned. [...] However as he grows more familiar with me his strange actions will altogether cease. [...]

[...] His first name will be Ambum, A-m-b-u-m, pronounced Ammum. This time he will attain prominence from poverty, an experience which will greatly reinforce the strength of his entity’s purpose.

[...] I came halfway in on an interesting little experiment that Ruburt tried on his own, and you can thank me that he came out of it so well. [...]

[...] Since Ruburt was unaware of causing the dissociation to begin with, he was unable to find his blundering way out.

You tell yourself you have little control over his actions, or that your feelings make little difference in the face of his actions, but that is the other side of the same coin. [...]

[...] Break came at 10:25, after Seth had delivered material for his book on the mass psyche. [...]

[...] He wondered at first why Elizabeth did not perceive him, and he remained unconscious of his own funeral. [...]

[...] Most of all, however, he has identified of late with what he thinks of as his failure.

Ruburt’s intellect and his emotions, working together, work joyfully in his writing, his psychic endeavors, and his subjective experience in general. They unite and stimulate his creative abilities so that he does what comes naturally, easily and vitally to him, searching out his own view of reality—but in certain areas the intellect and the emotions begin to separate in their visions of the picture of the world. [...]

[...] In the meantime, there can seem to be other reasons, different ones, that crop up to make his attitudes seem more rational. [...]

When you spoke to him this afternoon, telling him it was safe to relax, you helped break his isolation. [...]

His body is changing at microscopic levels—highly important. (Pause.) The major issue is indeed the reminder that he can trust his own native rhythm and motion—that it is safe to express himself in his natural life. The main point also is to be relieved of comparison with a super image, with thoughts of what he should be, and an acknowledgement of his own (underlined) feelings about any event or situation. He did indeed identify with his own tensions, so that as these are relieved he is sometimes frightened. [...]

[...] Ruburt should therefore try to divert his mind more. His ink sketches serve that capacity. [...]

His eyes have improved reading. [...]

[...] First his face looked to my right, then the head swung slowly to my left. This was quite vivid; there were highlights of blue and white in his hair, which was black; I also remember the highlights on the side of his face, and the skin texture. [...]

Subconsciously his development along this line is of supreme importance to him, and working less at poetry will cause psychosomatic symptoms. He is afraid of speaking out aggressively when he feels unjustly taken advantage of, as he did not speak out against his mother out of fear of reprisal.

[...] Incidentally for Ruburt’s benefit, first he finds difficulty with his writing and then gets something wrong with him physically, not the other way around.

He will not have to worry about serious physical illness, nor will you, Joseph; as a sideline, often physical illness of a serious nature, or habitual bad health, can often be taken as an indication that the individual involved is in the maelstrom, the center, of his reincarnational cycle upon your plane. [...]

The West has forced the individual to stand besieged and alone, undermined by evolution, in which the individual’s only meaning lay in the survival of his species. [...] The poor man must struggle to get ahead, even if that means doing so at the expense of his neighbors, while saving his soul at the same time —a tricky, difficult venture indeed.

I am not saying that man is being manipulated, but that in a larger framework, even his seemingly evil acts have constructive meaning. A man who kills with hatred will have his hatred to contend with, but he is not able to kill anyone who has not decided to die—and to die in a particular manner; that is, someone who wants his death blamed on another, who would not commit suicide, who would not choose a long illness—someone who is ready to die but does not want to deal with the circumstances, and wants indeed to be surprised by death.