“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There has been however on both of your parts a new determination to do what is necessary, an impetus not to let matters ride, and a new quickening at other levels of your own relationship with each other, so that your love for each other in Framework 2 is coming to your aid now.

[...] You each have achievements, but you let these fade in your concentration upon the problem.

(“Well, you’d better come over here [to the card table] and let me take a stab at it before I fall asleep,” Jane said at 8:07. [...]

(Today we resumed the vitamin and cod-liver-oil therapies, which we’d let go last week, in the face of what I had taken to be Jane’s resistance. [...]

[...] And do not let me keep you too long.

[...] Had the two of you not let your own communication lag, such misunderstandings would not have occurred.

If you let yourself lie still longer with eyes closed, the symbolism would continue to change character, losing perhaps some of its visual characteristics and growing more intense in other directions. [...]

[...] If you let yourself drift off into sleep here, you would most probably manufacture two or three dreams that symbolized the fear, dreams in which you consider and try out possible solutions within the dream context. [...]

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

[...] Let the mistake, then, be erased.

[...] 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.

All of that work—and more—accounts for the long delay in the completion of Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment. Actually, with the exception of one session held in November 1980, I let my work on the book go for over 13 months, from early June 1980 to mid-July 1981.

[...] “Let me relax for a minute,” Jane said. [...]

[...] Let people talk around me, I thought: I no longer cared. [...]

“Let my soul find shelter elsewhere.”

“Let my soul find shelter elsewhere,” Jane said, by way of a quick translation when I played the tape for her a few minutes later. [...]

Lest I give an inaccurate picture of my wife, however, let me add that she combines instances of that seeming intransigence with a profound intuitive innocence before nature (and thus All That Is), and with a great literal acceptance of nature’s manifestations and of her own being and creations within that framework. [...]

[...] “What the hell am I letting myself in for? [...]

[...] For one thing the change of environment is necessary—and I am speaking for you, Joseph, as well as for Ruburt; and here we shall let the matter rest.

In grade six, let us suppose that you had a severe disagreement with this same John X, and then you disliked him thoroughly. [...]

[...] (Jane gestures.) Ruburt’s association is with something that did not arrive on time, but let that one pass.

(“Ruburt’s association is with something that did not arrive on time, but let that one pass.” [...]

I will never either suggest or condone a wholesale letting go of outer personality defenses. [...]

However, when it is enabled to let go its preoccupation with the camouflage universe, it can receive and be aware of data received by the inner senses. [...]

If scientists think that the inner world is a murky maze of intimate chaos, let them see what happens when they attempt space travel; that is, journeys through a camouflage nonexistent space to begin with, with a camouflage vehicle. [...]

[...] Relax, let go. [...]

(Pause.) Ruburt let his guard down ever so slightly, stopped stewing ever so slightly. [...]

(“Okay,” I said, “so let’s work for that.”

[...] Nevertheless, let us look more closely at the situation.

Let us return to the example of a gentleman who has ulcers. [...]

(Pause, in another fast delivery.) Let us take another example, a very simple one. [...]

(“We’re very concerned about when these symptoms will let up, of course.”)

(“Is it okay to let the nursery school job for next fall, and the contract, ride for now?”)

You may let it ride for now, and there is some blockage here on this particular question alone, caused by fear. [...]

[...] But before I go, let me say this: Ruburt does not let himself realize, as yet, what he knows. [...]

[Seth II:] Let the human characteristics by which you know me, fade into their proper perspective. [...]

[...] If you will recall our early sessions dealing with value fulfillment, let us now consider what I prefer to call a moment point. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t comment on it and I let the matter rest.

Now let us begin again.

(“Well, perhaps we’d better let it go then.”)

[...] Much better to let some distortive material through than to let no material through at all.

[...] Let your friend in and request that he be seated.

[...] The ache in her shoulder had let up somewhat, but she was not too surprised now to develop a pain in a foot. [...]

[...] Part of your accomplishment lies in our sessions and your own considerable work with the notes, and with the invisible aura contained in those notes, for there in a different way you are painting a portrait—a portrait of two lives from a highly individualistic standpoint, extremely unique—and that is the kind of experience that would be ripped out of your life’s fabric, were you the hypothetical idealized version with whom you sometimes relate—a version highly romanticized, let me add. [...]

[...] Now Ruburt’s body is trying to rid itself of those tensions, and he is learning to let go of them, and with your help, which lately has been considerable. [...]

[...] His mother let it be known that she had no use for him, and he thought if his mother could not love him, then certainly there must be something seriously wrong and unworthy about him.

[...] If Ruburt were under hypnosis you would then command him to let me speak. [...]

Now I will let you all take a break and do not break up into pieces. [...]

(To Ron.) And when you are ready let us know. [...]

[...] I’ve also been painting several hours a day, recording dreams, writing extensive notes on a variety of subjects, filing reference material I’d let pile up, and, lately, working in the yard of our hill house each day.)

Let us see. [...]