“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Vacuumed living room—instead of walking house but made an effort during day to walk around some. [...]

[...] You live personally in a world of lush creative ideas. [...]

[...] When you look at world events, however, the present world situation for example (the war between Iraq and Iran, which began a few days ago), try to enlarge the scope of your intellectual reach, so that you consider world events as living multidimensional “novels” being formed in the present in response to both future and past triggers. [...]

[...] Either I followed him to his car, then talked to him, or followed him to where he lived with his parents — but he bore an uncanny resemblance to my own son.

[...] (A fourth brother had died at birth.) Their unknowing would match my own dreamlike idea of the two young men living in the Elmira area but not knowing of each other. [...]

[...] In your lives you see the results of the suggestions you have given yourselves—some extraordinarily excellent, bringing about superior understanding, growth of character, achievements on both of your parts, and a comfortable living in financial terms. [...]

In Framework 1, it does take some time for new habits to form, but even there constructive suggestions accelerate as beliefs change, so I would like you both to pay particular attention to the suggestions that operate in your lives.

The two of you often misunderstand your patterns of behavior in that regard, for they operate at many levels of your lives. [...]

In your daily lives, then, you use words so easily that you often overlook their power. [...]

[...] The suggestions you were each using were invisible to you, while in your creative lives suggestion was quite apparent. [...]

(10:24.) An exercise such as this evening’s simply allows you to unify your will with your body, and bridge the gap of separation artificially formed, to quiet the panic, to unify the so-called conscious and unconscious, and such exercises will release energy, not only for Ruburt’s recovery, but will automatically revive your psychic lives. [...]

[...] You know everything there is to know about those issues that concern your lives. [...]

[...] My mother, who now lives with Dick and his wife and family, made the trip back with Jane and me as far as the parking lot at Enfield Glen, Ithaca, where we met my other brother, Loren. [...]

[...] He also felt that Venice needed the proof of that woman’s complete recovery, and felt that perhaps his own doubts or fears prevented delivery of the particular information that might make the woman decide to live.

[...] But a great psychic, you see, should have been able to raise the dead and save the living. [...]

At the same time he was feeling that he would not be a great writer either, you were telling him he was using only about a tenth of his abilities, and so in both areas he was not living up to his expectations or yours, to his way of seeing. [...]

Television interacts with your lives, but it does not cause your lives. [...]

[...] Following our analogy, the technicians, the actors, the writers all assemble — only in this case the result will be a live event rather than a televised one. [...]

[...] Your communication systems bring to your living room notices of events that occur throughout the world. [...]

[...] Your help, again, with the suggestions is invaluable in terms of your loving active aid—but also because you are convincing yourself that you live in a safe universe, so that Ruburt does not feel that he must battle for himself and for you. [...]

[...] You live in a safe universe. [...]

The material on the book just given is pertinent: you live in a safe universe. [...]

To some extent, then, you and Ruburt have been behaving as if the planets from Star Trek could appear in your living room. [...]

In this deceptively simple but moving poem about her magical childhood responses to the world she lived in, Jane foreshadows from that viewpoint the innate knowledge she was to express a quarter of a century later in the Seth material. [...]

(In this poem, which she wrote just a year ago, Jane deals not only with her transformation of her work into its inevitable literary, physical form, but restates her belief that her individualized consciousness will live after her physical death. [...]

Tuesday, August 2, I did enough physical work to more than make up for walking the house three times; vacuumed living room, bedroom, john; and cleaned some woodwork. [...]

(Recently our friend in Boston, Pat Norelli, had visited a female medium who told her that she was under the influence of an evil eye, and would never have a happy day as long as she lived. [...]

Julie lived where there were few flowers—that is why she is so fond of them now. [...]

(To Pete:) this Mary Ann of yours lived once close to mountains. [...]

[...] Anyhow, he used a phrase that I remembered when I woke up: “I live in a brown-paper-bag part of town,” meaning a lower middle-class neighborhood; he implied that that was his station in life, and that he had no idea of trying to change it, or felt that he couldn’t. In the dream I wore a brown faded coat and perhaps a small matching hat. [...]

[...] If you ask “Is the world a better place to live because I live?” or “Have I helped the people in the world in any way?” or “Have I lifted men’s hearts or minds in any way?” or “Have I affected others for the better?” then those answers must be yes, and there is no better measure of true success. [...]

[...] Something about us not taking vacations….and even not wanting to rest between mental creative projects; that Rob had his stomach troubles when he needed a rest....a vacation of some sort could have prevented that....but since we prefer to do things differently, we should frequently arrange changes in our lives....that we control....changes in the house, routine, hours....or even a week off to do the house or yard or whatever.... [...]

[...] You yearned to give it some standards of excellence – standards, however, that could be applied to the entire area of living, to personal relationships, to politics, to social events, to philosophical thought.

[...] You have each given meaning to each other’s lives, because you have each sought for it separately also. [...]

[...] I saw them as making a significant alteration—at least potentially—in our lives. But then, I thought, given our present situation our lives were going to change anyhow and perhaps drastically: her not going to the john properly wasn’t a good sign. [...]

[...] That is, there are areas of your lives that operate quite smoothly, yet in a fashion almost outside of your conscious direction. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Creatively you deal with events and episodes that are by contrast with most people’s lives, most remarkable. [...]

[...] I have to get it, too—otherwise there are going to be drastic changes in our lives.” [...]

(While telling me this, Jane abruptly remembered that during part of the delivery she seemed to be standing beside the long, floor-to-ceiling bookcase that divides our living room from her workroom. [...]

(Jane had a “memory,” now, of giving part of Seth’s data from the bookcase area, of seeing the living room from a different viewpoint. [...]

Let us pursue this subject further as it involves you personally at those levels in which you live your lives and intermix with others.

[...] (Pause.) It is risky however to live today in such a manner. [...]

[...] Both you and Stephen shall have gained, and better now than later: for you cannot live your physical life in such a fashion. [...]

The impression of an extra back room, not used for daily living—for storage perhaps or mementos, and so forth. [...]

[...] This is because both you and Ferd have had similar events occur in various lives, and your subjective association patterns are similar also.

[...] All these lives, all of our lives are going on now.”)

([Bette:] “Then it’s the very core from which ...when we get involved in this time and all time is going on, all our lives are going on now—past, present, future...”

[...] Now the leaves fall off and eventually—I know that it’s the same thing like I said with our lives,  that all are going on at the same time. [...]

[...] In that moment can you hear the insects sweeping across the continents and the voices of the leaves speak, and feel their echoes in your blood — and that blood lives, beyond the time. It throbs beyond destiny, even as the masses of those people live beyond the beliefs of those gurus.

[...] Thirteen of us had gathered in our living room for one of the weekly get-togethers that Jane and I enjoy so much. [...]

[...] But hear also the voices of acknowledgment of your living cells as they grope and grow in the sacred continents of your own physical beings. [...]

(We began by sitting at a small table in our living room. [...] Our kitchen opens off the living room, so we closed the blinds in both rooms, and pulled the curtains over them. [...]

(And now Seth incongruously told us that Bill Macdonnel’s entity name was Mark, and that Seth, Bill, Jane and I had all known each other in previous lives.

[...] The living room side of the door holds a full-length mirror.