“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Yesterday, 6/16, Jane and I bid a last farewell to Dee Masters and her husband, who left for a resort in Vermont for the summer. [...]

It is actually a blessing in disguise, in some respects, that Mrs. Masters has left your town. [...]

[...] He left for his motel, taking with him a carbon of Volume 2 of the Seth Material for copying. [...]

[...] I then realized that I saw a darkened ball something like an old tennis ball, lying in grass in front of me and somewhat to my left. [...]

[...] A large wound on his left shoulder is healing itself.)

[...] This in turn left Jane feeling not quite ready for the session at the usual time. [...]

[...] They left her feeling quite relaxed, so that she took her nap earlier than usual, and passed up her exercise period. [...]

[...] While I answered mail she began reading yesterday’s session, and once again did very well, holding the pages in her left hand as usual. [...]

[...] I left Jane after saying the prayer we always use with her, and went shopping at ACME supermarket on Elmira’s south side. [...]

[...] Jane began reading yesterday’s session, and did quite well, holding the papers in her left hand as she usually does now. [...]

(And I’ll see you on Christmas Day, and we’ll exchange whatever gifts we have left. [...]

[...] We were left thinking that the general tone of Seth’s material early in the session, especially in his references to such ideas as “historical sequences” and “alternate realities,” might have served as a trigger.

As he progressed with the series, Seth delved into Jane’s sinful self from a number of viewpoints: its birth and growth during her intense relationship with the Roman Catholic Church throughout her early years; the development of her very stubborn core beliefs; her creative dilemmas after she left the church in her late teens; the conflicts she began to experience after our marriage, involving on the one hand her sinful self and the religion she thought she’d left behind, and on the other hand science, art, writing, and the unconventional direction she discovered her natural, mystical abilities were taking via the Seth material; her growing fears of leading others astray; and the very real necessity for her—and for each individual—to achieve value fulfillment.

[...] Ruburt’s relationship with his mother left much to be desired. [...] At certain points, the assimilation of new information is so qualifiedly different from the original belief structure that in order to assimilate it the personality is left for a time between belief systems.

[...] [See the opening notes for Session 928, in this chapter.] Her options had become several steps more limited once she no longer left the house. [...]

[...] We had reached it to some degree, and more than once, but the emotional upsets involved had left Jane feeling worse during this time. [...]

[...] She was crying, saying over and over, ‘Oh dear, I have to go away, and I don’t want to go.’ There was a glassed-in area to the left in the hospital lobby, where you could buy gifts for the patients. [...]

[...] I was left with a pile of scribbled notes, written and titled automatically: “The Physical Universe As Idea Construction” — all that was physically salvaged from that remarkable experience. [...]

I was involved with the “pure” experience behind the diagram and words with which I was left. [...]

[...] Without it, incidentally, I would have been left without any tangible evidence at all. [...]

[...] He works best on a job when he is more or less left alone, in charge of given functions to perform, as when he acted as salesman. [...]

[...] And here is a pretty point: Ruburt’s insistence upon the term gallery secretary left room for a certain independence and impersonality and leeway, that the term Mr. So-and-so’s secretary does not leave room for.

[...] The sentence was left unfinished; at least I didn’t hear it all.

[...] In my left I carried an 9 x 12 manila envelope. [...]

(A very short unscheduled session was held Sunday evening, May 29, after company had left. [...]

(Richard Bach, the author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, left this morning after having been our guest since Monday, the 28th. [...]

[...] She had these images or impressions off to her left.

(After the session she had more impressions off to her left of the Turkish leader—“the white teeth and dark skin. [...]

[...] Leonard Yaudes had just left. [...]

[...] A note: It appears that the family of raccoons inhabiting our fireplace chimney may have left—or so it seems. [...]

(Jane did not feel much like having a session; she finally decided to hold one at 9 PM, and of course I left the decision up to her. [...]

[...] Jane said that as she left trance last time she got the feeling that “this personality felt that he was able to use some of my processes, that we were clicking together better, to get his ideas across.”

[...] You can trick normal consciousness quite easily with baubles, take its attention into other areas so that the inner self is left alone to do its work. [...]

[...] There are three days left during which communication is most likely between you and your probable self. [...]

[...] She said that after I left her at 7:15 or so last night, following all the events of the day, she “passed out” and slept well for 2½ hours. [...]

[...] “If any more of those kids come in I’ll scream,” Jane said when they’d left. [...]

(To resume: Sue Mullin, now Sue Watkins, one of Jane’s ESP class members, left three questions last night for Seth to answer when possible. [...]

(I suggested to Jane that she could have a session before I left. [...]

One small way in which I wanted to begin that quest was for me to teach Jane to write—print, actually—with her left hand, which functions much better now than her right one does. [...] (I spoke from my own related experience, since as a native right-hander I taught myself to print with my left hand just to see if I could do it. [...]

[...] At times she used her recorder in an effort to compensate for her lack of writing ability, but this left us with the prospect of finding the time to transcribe the tapes—and so far we haven’t done so. [...]

[...] On occasion I was consciously aware of thinking how easy it might be on certain levels to let my desires drop one by one—there seemed to be few left in any case—and to let myself simply drift off into an unastonished death.

[...] I took a nap as soon as the lady left.

He spoke of the undiscovered man in terms of the whole self, whose abilities are so little known, and this is precisely what we are here attempting to bring to light: the vast areas within the self which have been left undiscovered and unknown.

(I might also add here that in the short time since the bed was changed in position, so that its head points north, Jane has lost the persistent soreness of the ribs on her left side. [...]

You may if you prefer ask me questions, or since I left this evening’s session relatively open, you may take the occasion to rest and close early.

(His mother’s home was dark, of course, and not wanting to disturb her merely to leave the tomatoes, Jimmy left them on the back porch. [...]

[...] “It gets so he concentrates on book subjects so much that a lot of other things are left out…. [...]

[...] She had a question about herself, and I asked for a few lines from Seth on whether she just might have been born left-handed. [...]

[...] Sometimes these conflict, and sometimes they only serve to deepen his feelings that the body, left alone, will get any disease possible.

I’m well aware of current scientific theories about the supposed separate functions of the two hemispheres of the brain: The left half is said to control logical activities like writing, while the right half is responsible for the intuitive artistic abilities. [...]