“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In all cases, however, such situations instantly bring to mind questions of man’s own reality and source, his connections with God, his planet, and the universe. He interprets those questions according to his own beliefs. [...]

(Seth’s statement at the end of dictation for the 815th session, “I will try to begin work on our book in a more predictable fashion,” reflected his good intent, but things didn’t turn out that way. [...]

[...] Man’s psyche, however, is emotionally not only a part of his physical environment, but intimately connected with all of nature’s manifestations. [...]

[...] They mix and merge the inner, unseen but felt, eternal psychic experience of man with the temporal events of his physical days, and form a combination that structures thoughts and beliefs from civilization to civilization. [...]

Ruburt’s body is completely reorienting itself according to his new beliefs, so remind him not to become impatient.

His own inner experiences are structuring the necessary changes. [...]

[...] I do use much of his subconscious knowledge. I do draw upon the knowledge of his own inner ego. [...]

[...] We did not want a later arrival; also we had wanted to explain a few things to Bill, among them the taking of his own notes.

[...] I am even, and this is quite unusual for me, hesitant at bringing him to discipline here, since he is usually so concerned about subconscious distortion that I do not want to imprint the suggestion in his mind.

[...] You are not going to make him over, and he tries very hard within the limits set by his entity. [...]

[...] Jane and I felt reasonably sure here that this referred to the boss of the studio at which both Wendell and I worked in 1941-3. His name is Jack Binder, and he is in his 60’s now—perhaps twenty years older than the crew of artists he had working for him. [...]

[...] To this end, envelope objects are often deliberately chosen by me with emotional involvement in mind, since Seth has said many times that his abilities have an emotional basis; this primary emotional basis is then disciplined and given shape by the intellect.

(Wendell uses the numeral 2 to indicate the second page of his typed letter. [...]

[...] On page two of his letter Wendell tells about a friend who works for the Neilson TV survey people—having to do with pictures. [...]

[...] The part of himself that did ‘teach’ him to see still guides his movements, still moves the muscles of his eyes, still becomes conscious despite him when he sleeps, still breathes for him without thanks or recognition and still carries on his task of transforming energy from an inner reality into an outer one. Man becomes trapped by his own artifically divided self.

The mover, the breather, the dreamer
Shares with me this fond flesh.
He is a twin so like myself
That I cannot recognize his face.
He goes his way and I go mine.
We never meet head-on, and yet
I am aware of this ghost
Behind my every word or act.
Who moves? [...]

Rob spent the next Saturday afternoon in his studio, as usual, painting and doing other artwork. [...]

[...] Rob “knew” that he was seeing the bedroom in which his brother, Dick, had died in a past life in England. [...]

(“I’ve been wondering lately about how much of a role his psychic abilities have to do with the intensity of his reactions to his childhood experience. [...]

[...] He came to get his rope out of the fireplace chimney—our family of raccoons is still there, evidently immune to the temptations offered by the rope. [...]

[...] Seth is correct, in that the old reference here does concern Bill Gallagher and his subjective feelings [the male], on the evening of his birthday party, for which the envelope object was written. [...]

[...] Ruburt did not use his abilities in precisely the same manner in the past, simply because he was unable to do so had he been willing.

His abilities took in one way a giant step forward. [...]

The earlier drinks of course let down his guard, but it was the caffeine in the coffee that allowed the system to alert and direct the inner abilities on this particular evening. [...]

[...] They did meet rather often over a period of many years, as she taught his children. He admired her very much, as his children found her an excellent teacher. [...] Frank Watts considered her a friend, attaching more importance than she did to her influence upon his children; but beyond this her present personality has been gently disentangling itself from this plane, and she simply did not remember.

I also suggest strongly that Ruburt resume writing down his dreams and putting the notebook by his bedside.

[...] His dream was a mixture of telepathy, and this legitimate telepathic message was colored by the other elements that made up the dream, and this was subconscious fantasy. [...]

[...] His powers are not yet developed enough, even here, so that he can be aware of this until she is almost completely materialized.

[...] The profound changes I spoke of in his condition are now occurring. [...]

[...] Ruburt need have no worries about his book, or about the library. [...]

[...] He noticed you, even as you noticed him, and in his probability he wondered who you were, but he liked you. [...] These were dolls made of wood and into them he projected all of his creative energy, and he made a doll that looked like you, and he called it Susan without ever knowing where he got the name. [...] He lived in Germany in his reality. He was born in his reality in 1831 and died in 1897. [...]

[...] Tell yourself that you are doing well in the reality, that you are using your abilities, that you are helping your husband use his and that you have brought to birth an individual who will use his very well. [...]

[...] He never knew the tomb, he left his body long before then. [...]

Now, I would not have any husband standing around for his wife because of me. [...]

[...] Man from his particular vantage point imagines images and events that are not before his eyes. [...]

[...] First had come her reactions to a group of upsetting letters she’d received this noon: One is a 20-page missive from a mental patient who wants returned to him all of the notes, objects, manuscripts, and books of poetry he’s sent her over the years: another is from a woman who informed us that she’s writing a book dictated by Seth: a third is a long letter from a man who’s claiming us as his counterparts, for reasons we can’t agree with. [...]

[...] My first thought was to recast his subjunctive mood in the next paragraph entirely in the present tense. [...]

[...] But that intent was sabotaged because the philosophy behind it denied the validity of the very subjective values that give man his reason for living. [...]

[...] She had no questions for Seth, but expected him to continue his material of last Wednesday night, when he’d started an answer to my question about the relationship between the host organism and disease. [...]

[...] In that regard, every person paints his or her own portrait in living color — a portrait that does not simply sit in a tranquil pose at a table, but one that has the full capacity for action. [...]

[...] I am saying that man’s evolutionary progress was also dependent upon his dreams.

His dreams reminded him that a cold season had come, and would come again. [...]

(Pause at 10:30.) When Seth Two speaks, Ruburt initially is aware of the following: His consciousness strains upward, following an inner psychic pathway, an energized funnel, until quite simply it can go no further. It seems to him then that his consciousness goes out of his body through an invisible pyramid whose open top stretches far up into space.

[...] Seth did analyze the dream at the end of the session, so that material is deleted from the dictation on his book.

[...] “His” energy forms your identity, and your soul is a part of you in the same manner.

Still, my experience enriches Seth Two, and his experiences enrich me to the extent that I am able to perceive and translate them for my own use. [...]

[...] For now, let me say that in his writing and psychic activity he has learned to largely forget the levels of consciousness that are limited to cause-and-effect and time continuity.

[...] During that time he automatically refreshes his body, by placing himself in a state of consciousness that is at least capable of opening up all kinds of help, inspiration, and undreamed-of considerations.

[...] And in a matter of speaking, again, man becomes the earth thinking, and thinking his own thoughts, man in his way specializes in the conscious work of the world—a work that is dependent upon the indispensable “unconscious” work of the rest of nature, a nature that sustains him (all very intently). And when he thinks, man thinks for the microbes, for the atoms and the molecules, for the smallest particles within his being, for the insects and for the rocks, for the creatures of the sky and the air and the oceans.

Ruburt is finally setting himself free, dispensing with beliefs that he once accepted from the world—beliefs that set up conflicts—and now the unity of his nature is healing him. [...]

[...] Tell Ruburt to tell Venice (McCullough) that I will look in on Howard, and ease his way.

[...] After the session Jane called his wife Venice and tried to offer some comfort.

The actual physical window was behind his head. He felt impelled to have a window in front of him in order to get out of the physical house, and the window through which he went was a fabrication of his own, a symbol. [...]

[...] He fell asleep and “awakened” to find himself hovering about three feet out in the air outside his studio window, between the house and the large pear tree that shades the room. [...] He knew that physically such a position was impossible, and he held his breath, waiting for the inevitable fall.

[...] Suddenly he realized that he was out of his body and didn’t know what to do next. [...] He could see the yard and garage clearly but the image of a grown-up man on a scooter up two stories from the ground was just too much — he snapped back to his body.

Ruburt’s projection from the dream state was legitimate, though his control was poor. [...] The Lydia episode contained many ordinary dream elements. [To Rob:] You were indeed present with Ruburt in some of his travels, but you have forgotten.

[...] Jim T. reported that this afternoon, upon being invited to attend a session by Jim B., he felt his scalp distinctly crawl on three separate occasions; lifting up as though it would detach itself. Jim T. stated that his mother is quite clairvoyant, that often when he is ill, for instance, she will get in touch with him before he has time to inform her of his illness.

Nevertheless in his case an excess, fervent nature has always been in existence, and even now his enthusiasms are extremely fervent, and although a humorous exterior personality now shows its face, nevertheless the extremely authoritative and sometimes too rigid nature holds the personality presently in bounds.

[...] The interest in extrasensory perception, the interest in science and religion, all represent efforts on his part to tie various of his older personalities together, and to learn from their mistakes.

I am pleased that Roarck came for a regular session, and also that he brought with him a friend, who has been a friend of his, though not of mine, on countless instances.

[...] Suffice it to note that in the mail last night I found prescription drugs from Dr. Blount, to my complete amazement; I also found a letter from the Arthritis Foundation, in which Dr. MacDuffie expressed his complete opposition to Dr. Blount’s treatment for rheumatoid arthritis. Then this morning Dr. Tihansky called me from Schuylkill Haven, PA, to offer his sensible-seeming suggestions for Jane’s care. [...]

It is better, if possible, for Ruburt to be on his back, but this is adequate right now. [...]

Ruburt has, for many reasons, as I have said before, hypnotized himself into the physical condition that is presently his. [...]

[...] You saw the doctor in working clothes, expressing your feeling that doctors were more like mechanics, dealing with exterior manipulation, thus your doctor appears without his usual well-groomed attire, and fashionable facade. This is tied in of course with your experience in general regarding the members of the medical profession, and here symbolically you strip the doctor of his assumed authority, and see him more like a hired man—a plumber or mechanic, perhaps, but devoid of any deep philosophical bent. [...]

[...] Fred wore old work clothes—jeans and a sweat shirt, I think—and I could hear his voice clearly as he talked to the other person. [...]

Ruburt did make an attempt to rid himself of those feelings, however, by speaking of them to you, thus expressing them, and by reminding himself of our sessions and of his own physical improvements. [...]