“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] His mother was not medically neglected. His background included far more than illness, however, and the medical profession, but Ruburt knew that the conventional medical framework was not the answer to human ills.

[...] Ruburt is as “detailed” about his own working habits as you both admit you are in yours. He seems to be in awe, relatively speaking, of your simplified “perfectionist” detailed ways, while to a certain extent you seem to be in awe of his inspired undetailed ways—a game each of you play.

[...] Your questions merged with his. [...]

He is learning to use his methods better.

[...] Art is his focus so that he draws from Framework 2 all of those pertinent data that are necessary for his painting. Not just technique is concerned, but the entire visual experience of his life.

Again, the writer or the artist also brings more into his work than the simple ability to write or paint. In one way or another all of his experience is involved. [...]

[...] In a way the suggestion was my idea of trying to do something about Seth producing books within books, as I discussed in my opening notes for the 814th session; but Seth is so prolific that it seems we’ll never get all of his material published at this time.

[...] A man of letters, for instance, at the age of 40 suddenly remembers his old love of carpentry, reads do-it-yourself manuals, and begins his own home repairs. [...]

(10:48.) In that case, you see, there would be in another reality a carpenter or his equivalent with a latent love of words, unexpressed — and that individual would then begin to develop; reading books on how to write, perhaps, and taking up a hobby that would allow him to express in words his love of the land and its goods. [...]

[...] From the private session for January 30, 1974, which I quoted in Appendix 2: “Your father’s creativity … had its side of secrecy, privacy and aloneness … you identified creatively with his private nature. [...] You believed the painting self had to be protected … as you felt that your father had to protect his creative self in the household….”

[...] Several more sessions were held before I discovered the lapse, which occurred partly because I hadn’t typed the 735th session yet, and neglected to refer to my handwritten notes, and partly because in the meantime Seth had returned to his material on the families of consciousness. My error was unfortunate, since I feel that his information would have been most original, enhancing future sessions.

[...] Her voice was loud also, and Willy immediately squirmed out of her arms and darted away, his ears back. “See,” Seth/Jane said, “Your pussy doesn’t know who his mistress is right now....” Actually, Seth said, Willy knows him well, having grown used to his appearances. [...]

[...] Seth told Bill that if he follows the material given on the construction of matter and suggestion, and applies it, he can be rid of his ulcer within a year. [...] Then he will understand how he creates his own ulcer.

[...] Our friend Mark had, however, in his Denmark existence when he was a sailor. [...] According to Seth, Jane and I knew Mark in Denmark in the 1600’s. Mark, Seth told us, had a large angel tattooed on his chest as a good luck charm, and believed it to be a protection against storms at sea.

[...] Jane and I know Leonard fairly well, but actually know little of his inner feelings, his friends, etc. [...]

Ruburt, having interpreted your dream, looked wide-awake but relaxed through his studio into the kitchen. [...] Less than two minutes later, you came out into his studio with the camera that you had not used for months. [...]

[...] His eyes at times, on three or four occasions, read remarkably better. For some time his ankles and knees have had greater freedom of motion — in certain motions — but all such evidence is ignored, largely — or worse, it is viewed ironically, since he is not walking any better.

[...] He must be in correspondence with the evidence of mobility that his body tries to give him, so that it can build up a new picture of his body.

In terms of Ruburt’s condition, he often thinks that he is “faced with the evidence” that his condition is not improving, that it is growing worse, that all the evidence says such conditions do deteriorate rather than improve. [...]

He has indeed now learned one of the most basic lessons of his life. [...] A man uses his abilities according to the extent of this realization. [...]

Ruburt will get his money from his magazine, and will hear from them by next Tuesday.

[...] Finally Ruburt discovered for himself, this morning precisely, his basic problem—the problem that eventually everyone must face.

[...] Without the experience his abilities would not fully develop. [...]

[...] To a certain extent he soaks up their paranoia, until it becomes an unquenchable force in him, and he is their “victim” as much as his followers are his “victims.”

[...] His ideas were well received in Europe at the time, but weren’t in this country to any large degree. In fact, his lecture tour of the United States turned out to be a failure because of the hostile press reaction.”

[...] His intentions are evil. [...]

[...] The villains consisted of the following ideas: that the world is unsafe, and growing deadly; that the species itself is tainted by a deadly intent; that the individual has no power over his or her reality; that society or social conditions exist as things in themselves, and that their purposes run directly counter to the fulfillment of the individual; and lastly, that the end justifies the means, and that the action of any kind of god is powerless in the world.

Einstein traveled within, and trusted, his own intuitions, and used his inner senses. He would have discovered much more had he been able to trust his intuitions even more, and able to leave more of the so-called scientific proof of his theories to lesser men, to give himself more inner freedom.

[...] If I can get Ruburt over his sometimes cussed hardheadedness, his belligerent egotistical blunderings, then he can perform feats that will more than show the validity of my statements. To think that I am to some admittedly large extent dependent upon his development! [...]

[...] In some respects Ruburt long ago developed his ability to draw upon basic energy. If we can, and we can, overcome his quite natural fears and inhibitions, we can all use this ability with most beneficial results. [...] Actually he early recognized his ability to draw upon added energy, and somewhat feared it.

[...] Here you will find your answers as to how the inner self transforms energy for his own purposes, changes his form, adopts other apparent realities, and all this free for the investigation.

He protects his children and dies in so doing, and is born again in France in 1826, Bordeaux, a merchant. He has not discovered his paramount ability as yet in this life. [...]

[...] Many in this room have abilities…my dear friend, the Jesuit, whose flippancy does not help him in his dark moments (to Bill) for you are not facing yourself and your abilities. [...]

[...] His husband then deals with the cutting of stones, a stone mason.

[...] However, be not confused, for my own energy (loud voice) is far superior to his (louder), and though I dare not speak he listens at this hour. [...]

[...] In such a religious drama however (long pause), the main personality is much more conscious of his inner knowledge, more aware of his abilities, far better able to use them, and exultantly familiar with his relationship to all of life.

[...] The knowledge of multidimensional existence is not only in the background of your present conscious activity, but each man knows within himself that his conscious life is dependent upon a greater dimension of actuality. [...]

(Jane, knowing Seth had started his chapter on religion, was both relieved and very curious. [...]

[...] I could hear his claws against the cloth of her slacks. Although he lost his grip, he leaped after her leg again and gave a loud meow.)

[...] His ears were back. [...]

[...] He went along with it, which is very good, but he didn’t sustain it long enough so that he could distinguish the other tissue capsules which came within his own extended awareness.

[...] He just didn’t know what had happened to his Ruburt, that is all.

[...] Ruburt, incidentally, because of his blessed literal nature, will not feel fully released from his job until the last day is over.

I believe that his (ESP) class will work up to seven by the end of spring, or very early fall, stay at that level, and then be joined by others. [...]

Now our friend, Ruburt, will shortly call a break in his class, and this will give you time I know to figure out what you think you will say, but when the time comes, I expect feeling to predominate. [...]

Now I will let our friend call his own class break, but I will be listening to your answers, and I expect you to encounter the question in both of its parts quite honestly. [...]

Now I will let our friend continue with his class, and I welcome those of you who are here for the first time in all of your new revelance. [...]

Now in her (Bette) emotional response and in his (Ned) emotional response, you found a clear answer to the question and the answers were not the same but they were felt and honest and you (Arnold) came close but then you hid within the concepts. [...]

[...] His arms can comfortably release themselves, and his trunk, and in perfect rhythm with his legs, knees, and feet. [...]

[...] For example “Am I afraid of the implications in this letter?” and then, according to the reply and circumstances, Ruburt answers the correspondent in a particular fashion, states his feelings, or does not answer at all.

[...] His mind was refreshed. [...]

Ruburt’s feelings about his nap: he finally remembered what I told him some time ago—to relax is to let go. [...]

By this time he can change his reference points, although his experience is so much more vivid, and so much fuller proportioned, that to him the experience could be likened to going down into a small cramped tunnel.

(I presume here that by “earliest session” Seth refers to his first material on the fifth dimension, given in the 12th session. [...] Seth stated recently that the Seth material begins when he announced his presence to us by name, and this would be in the 4th session. [...]

In his reading he came across a statement to the effect that imaginary two-dimensional people could not comprehend a three-dimensional system. [...]

[...] And this long before Ruburt picked up his book on physics.

[...] It also, however, allowed him to see the picture of his own aggression as it existed on a subconscious level of his mind. [...] It was a portion, however, of his own energy. [...]

([Joel:]“I was thinking back to a few weeks ago when we were talking about a hypothetical case of two fellows having some kind of an argument with one another, and the other formulated a mental image of himself slugging his opponent. You said, at that time, it was a kind of self-defeating attitude, and it would have been much more beneficial for him to utilize his energy in striking some kind of an inanimate object or running up and down the road.”)

(After a discussion of probabilities, Ned related his dream of killing the fish.)

[...] He cried however because, you see, he realized that this was part of his priceless energy that he had expended, uselessly, and in the tears lay the lesson. [...]

In our demonstration, to which of course Joseph gave his permission, he allowed his consciousness to retreat, and to some degree began to cut off its physical expression. He was not aware consciously of his permission, simply because this kind of demonstration could not be held if the normal waking consciousness knew. [...]

(At 8:30 tonight Jane and I discussed Seth’s progress on his book. [...]

(For the first time I conceded to myself that perhaps I ought to ask Seth to slow down, while realizing his pace was slow to begin with. [...]

[...] From memory I recall his saying:)

[...] He left his home in San Francisco to travel to India to study with a guru. [...] His home program involves him with no sex whatsoever. [...] At the same time, when he meditates and alters his consciousness, he immediately finds himself with a blinding headache, images of nude women, and fantasies of female goddesses out to tempt him from his celibate state.

[...] Instead, they are telling him something — that his home program is impoverished, for he has been denying the reality of his being.³ If he ignores the advice of his psyche, then his journeys into the unknown reality will be highly distorted. [...]

Each person will have his or her own private experience here, but gradually certain kinds of physical data will seem to disappear while others may take prominence. [...]

[...] She also related Joe’s limited model of his nature to some of her own ideas about disciplining her “writing self.”

[...] A brief history: Last month our friend Marie Colucci let a local dentist, Dr. Lodico, whom Jane and I have not met, borrow an abstract painting of mine to try out in his office. A couple of weeks ago, on August 31, Dr. Lodico sent payment for the painting, with a request to see more abstracts for his office. Tonight’s object is a first draft of my reply to his letter, and is dated September 12.

[...] Instead we discovered his office—and that of his father—to be in a conventional two-story building across the street from the building with a flattish roof.

(This was the first time either of us had specifically noted that Dr. Lodico had his office in a certain building that both of us had driven past many times. His sign is fastened to the wall of the house beside an office door, beneath a porch roof, and would not be readable, probably, from a passing car.

[...] This is a reference to the fact that I have four paintings to show Dr. Lodico, in answer to his letter. [...]

Intellectually he followed the ideas, but his inner self gave him the all-important initial message. His poetry does not spring from the conscious self, yet he would not disinherit it for that reason. [...]

[...] Father was wearing a familiar brown hat, and a long brown topcoat, incongruously enough, and he was his present age. His face was very smooth-looking and pink-cheeked, looking very healthy, and he seemed to pedal past me quite easily, as a youth would do.

[...] As he passed me he turned his head to look back at me over his left shoulder, smiling serenely all the while. [...]

Due congratulations to Ruburt on the sale of his painting.