“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It contains, therefore, the inner ego of each individual who has lived or will ever live upon the earth.

Some ancient religions put the existence of gods there, and saw the spirits of each living thing as existing primarily in that invisible medium of reality. [...]

[...] It is the part of you that exists outside of time, yet simultaneously lives in time. [...]

[...] Your involvement in the private aspects of your living, and your participation in mass events, has much to do with your estimation of the physical situation, and with your beliefs and desires regarding it. [...]

(Now there’s talk of evacuating up to a million people who live in the counties surrounding Three Mile Island. Some refugees have already reached the Elmira area, where we live, and upon checking a map Jane and I were surprised to see that we’re only about 130 airline miles north of Harrisburg. [...] “Strange,” I mused to Jane, “that of all the nuclear power plants in the world, we end up living that close to the one that goes wrong….”

(At the card table in the living room, then:)

While taking advantage of the good points of the medical profession in whatever ways you can, by all means do not allow that to become the framework of your lives, either. [...]

The inner energies within your lives are moving forward in new directions. [...]

[...] Fragments living and vulnerable to forces, same forces, to which all earthlife is.

[...] Alien lives can’t see each other. [...]

[...] You have made your living often enough before. [...]

[...] I’d sacrifice this house and live in a cheap apartment on Water Street again, if it would help, and we just had royalty money to live on.” The other day I’d told her we had enough money to live for at least five years—and more—without earning anything, and I said it again now. [...]

(Long pause.) The more you try to live “a life of service,” or to concentrate primarily upon providing such a service, the more then your artistic self displays its private nature. [...]

[...] You have often thought of living under more isolated surroundings. [...]

(Long pause.) You kept your own studio apart, say, from the house’s living areas. [...]

[...] People who should have died ten years ago by such prognoses, still live, while others who it seems should have lived, died.

(2. Last Thursday night, kidding around with Frank Longwell, Jane said I could have all the reincarnational material on my own lives that I wanted, but that she wasn’t interested in her own. [...]

In your terms, early man felt his body to be a living, independent extension of the earth itself, and of the land. [...]

It should play far more a part then than it does in your lives, whether it amounts to a quiet half hour, simply lying together; but touch is vital. [...]

[...] I couldn’t help feeling that that was the way we were fated to live out our lives—that we’d picked those paths as a matter of choice years ago. We’d fallen so far away from a “normal” physical routine of living and motion that I could hardly recall what our lives had once been like. [...]

[...] We sat at the card table in the living room. [...]

[...] Your own love for Ruburt is far more helpful than you realize—and if you can get the feel of that love, it alone can serve as a very potent force that can refresh and revitalize both of your lives. [...]

“The rabbits in our neighborhood would continue to live as usual without our help, although they might miss nibbling upon the leafy vegetables in the local gardens. The fish and all of the complex minutiae of the local river bottoms would go on living as they always have. [...] They’d live the same as ever, since it’s illegal for us to feed them — although they do like to move down the hillside at night and sample certain shrubs we have kindly planted about our houses.

[...] As I typed away after supper, I could tell that Jane was listening to the speeches on TV in the living room. [...]

[...] I hoped their errors are not rationalized, or made just for the publicity, since the psychics have to live with them. [...]

(Seth may have made his humorous reference to a cat’s whiskers when he did because our cat, Billy, had just meowed rather frantically as he chased a dusty-looking moth through the living room.)

When we hesitate, hold back, falter, when we hold back energy in the hopes of saving it, when we allow fear rather than trust to guide our activities, when the quality of our lives becomes less than we know it should be—then warnings flash. [...] This has happened in many people’s lives—and so recently the same kind of warning recently appeared in my own life.

[...] Its indescribable depth of feeling was remarkably prescient in light of the events in our lives that preceded—and then followed—the hospital experience that affected us so much.

[...] She sat bundled up in her chair in the living room, her head down as she listened. [...]

We do not just receive the torch of life and pass it on as one Olympic runner does to another, but we each add to that living torch or flame a power, a meaning, a quality that is uniquely our own. [...]

[...] Your experience is separated from your usual living area, in other words. [...]

[...] You have many existences at once — but each one has its own living area, upon which that portion of you focuses. [...]

[...] Like the child play-acting, however, events occur within events, all dramatically real and vivid, all eliciting specific responses and actions, and each one possessing its own private living area (intently).

[...] Some of you were to be reminded of events and images that were extrememly important in your lives and that have connections with other lives and such was the memory that came into your mind. [...]

Concepts, however, must be put into living knowledge and into practice or they are not meaningful and so the concepts that are received will also be translated in such a way that you can use them and put them into daily practice so you will at sometime be able to speak your body with more effectiveness than you do now. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Ruburt is now far more willing to make certain changes in his life than he was earlier, and he sees himself more as one of a living congregation of creatures—less isolated than before, stripped down from the superperfect model, and therefore no more under the compulsion to live up to such a psychological bondage (all with some emphasis). [...]

[...] Even as I sat beside her at the round card table in the living room, writing these notes, she kept nodding off into sleep. [...]

For all of his and your complaining, you understand in rather good measure the decisions and actions that motivate your lives, so that Ruburt is more than usually aware of the manipulations that psychologically and physically lie just beneath the material usually carried by what is ordinarily called the conscious mind. [...]

Therefore, a kind of momentary gap appeared between his life and his living of it—a pause and a hesitation (pause) became obvious between his life and what he would do with it, as his condition showed just before the hospital hiatus. [...]

Now in the greater framework of reincarnational existences you choose your roles, or your lives, but the lines that you speak, the situations that you meet, are not predetermined. “You” live or exist in a larger framework of activity even while you live your life, and there is a rambunctious interplay between the yous in time and the you outside of time.

[...] Because of her concentration on that hook she hasn’t done much on her book of poetry, If We Live Again, since late February; and as I mentioned in the Preface for Dreams, she laid aside her third Seven novel, Oversoul Seven and the Museum of Time, in May 1979 when she began God of Jane. [...]

[...] In actuality, of course—say that I smiled—all time is simultaneous, and so all reincarnational lives occur at once.

To some extent that emotional reality is also expressed at other levels—as your own is—in periods of dreaming, in which animals, like men, participate in a vast cooperative venture that helps to form the psychological atmosphere in which your lives must first of all exist.

An excess of male lives will turn a personality sour in a feminine manner, without the inner understanding and compassion that is usually associated with the female sex. [...] For this reason most entities live lives as male and female.

[...] The boy might have lived without the dubious assistance of the doctor. [...]

[...] The basis however is very strongly female, since without the giving quality the aggressiveness would be but a stationary closed fist, incapable of motion and incapable of unfolding into other lives, as it must. [...]

I suppose I should consider myself lucky that you don’t request a demonstration of the tree to grow up through your living room. [...]

Once more, as I’ve done often in recent years, I expressed the hope to myself that in another probable reality very similar to this one I opted for the outdoor life in a much stronger way—even to living outside night and day for most of the year. [...] Not that I want to copy Cézanne, for instance [I couldn’t even if I wanted to], but in that other reality I too chose to live the natural life in a more naive or clear-eyed manner—to sublimate myself before nature while at the same time trying to become master of whatever means of expression I can achieve.

[...] Sometimes I simply yearn for that way of living. Of course, what I’m really stressing here is living the independent life as much as possible within our ever-more-complicated national and world cultures. [...]

[...] I chose to present this private session first because in it Seth offers certain information about Jane and me that I think applies to all of our work with him, through the session and books, and to our own separate creative lives as well. [...]

Our lives do indeed seem to revolve around book projects and events! [...]

[...] Jane received from Prentice-Hall the first copies of her book of poetry: If We Live Again: Or, Public Magic and Private Love. We had looked forward to seeing that handsome little volume ever since she first conceived of it well over two years ago, before she had a title.⁴ If possible, Jane was even more pleased at the publication of If We Live Again than she had been when her book of poetic narrative, Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time, came out in 1975. If We Live Again once more carried her back to her earliest days of creative work, which in turn had led to her teenage dreams of becoming a published poet [she was born in 1929]. [...]

4. I first mentioned what was to become If We Live Again early in the Preliminary Notes for the Preface to Dreams—those leading off the private session of September 13, 1979. [...] It’s in Section Two, which section bears the title of If We Live Again itself. [...]

In what past lives
did we live before?
My cells remember
what my brain does not recall.
Your touch
sends images flying up
like leaves rising in a wind
from silent layers
underground.

The panspermian theory is that life reached the Earth from a living organization permeating our entire Milky Way galaxy, and that there is a creator, or intelligence, or God out there. [...] All That Is, I said, might have offered those same incipient forms to the living earth many times, only to have the earth reject them or fail to develop them for many reasons. [...]

[...] Live each day.” [...]

[...] It is perfectly fine to make plans for the future, yet each individual should live day by day, without worrying (underlined) about the outcome of those plans.

[...] In the meantime, however, live each day as fully and joyfully as possible. [...]

(Note: Just as Jane had had this dream, I’d read an article in the Star-Gazette to the effect that a few blocks near downtown Elmira, including the apartment house we’d lived in at 458 W. Water Street, had been designated a Historical Preservation Area by New York State. [...]

YOU, YOU, YOU, AND YOU.
LIVING AT CROSS PURPOSES

[...] Living at Cross Purposes.”

[...] Joe expressed concern about how long he would live with his cancer. [...]

[...] Jane was quiet as she sat at the card table in the living room while I worked. [...]

[...] And I even wonder about the woman [Mrs. Anderson] who lived in this house, and committed suicide later—though it’s no big deal. [...]

[...] I had her back in the living room, at the dining room table, within 10 minutes. [...]

[...] You chose your environments, your interests, your families, friends, and associates forming bit by bit the details that would become the pictures of your lives.

[...] Each of you conspired to share your knowledge with the world, so that other lives were also enriched.

[...] You set yourselves these challenges, and in all of your lives you have been challenge-oriented. [...]