“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] When she did go into trance as we sat at the living room table, her voice had a distinct tremor—more so than on Monday night [April 12] and a farther-away or more distant feeling or sound. [...]

[...] You expect the dead to be little different from the living — if you believe in afterlife at all — but perhaps more at peace, more understanding, and, hopefully, wiser.

[...] The sessions, so strange at first, were a familiar part of our lives. [...]

The transition from Seth’s deep voice and lively gestures was very startling to Phil, who hadn’t heard the other personality speak before. [...]

[...] (As the voice spoke, my eyes were closed, of course, and I don’t remember what the voice said, but have checked Rob’s verbatim notes of the session.) In here someplace, suddenly I saw a giant’s face peer into our living room, its face filling up the entire window.

[...] In some ways its living forces and consciousness are kept to a minimum. [...]

Your tree lives through its inner senses, experiencing many sensations and reacting to many stimuli of which you are unaware. [...]

[...] In a sense, Ruburt saved your parents’ lives by insisting that you leave Sayre when you did. [...]

The interrelationships of your personalities in past lives is quite legitimate. [...]

[...] The G, the Milligan’s said, refers to Geneva, where both the aunt and the daughter-in-law live. [...]

[...] It was a warm and windy spring night, very beautiful, and during the session one of the living room windows was open.

[...] Seth’s reference to wild spring weather probably came because while delivering the above material Jane paused often before the open living room window. [...]

[...] She said her family had lived on the second floor rather than the first, and agreed with Seth’s description, now, of the placement of the front, or porch, door. [...]

[...] But she owned a black car in 1960, while living in Elmira, several years before we met her. [...]

[...] (Humorously:) It is not difficult for neighbors to understand each other when they live 50 miles apart. [...]

[...] She sat dozing with her body tipping to her left in the chair as we sat at the card table in the living room. [...]

[...] You may say, “I live amid abundance and am free from want,” while your eyes tell you that the desk is piled with bills. [...]

[...] Their living relics exist in the god concepts that embodied them. [...]

[...] The “past” races of men live to that extent within your Now, as do those who will seemingly come after. [...]

[...] You are a god living a life — being, desiring, creating. [...]

In dreams you are so “dumb” that you believe there is a commerce between the living and the dead. [...]

[...] Be more playful in your lives.

[...] There may be some who have known you in past lives, to assist you.

[...] You could see, for example, your present living room not only as a conglomeration of permanent-appearing furniture, but switch your focus and see the immense and constant dance of molecules and other particles that compose the various objects.

(“At the same time, I’m living these ideas. [...]

(Barbara Ingold, who lives across the hall from us, attended this session.)

[...] You will discover a rather powerful impact upon your lives, both of you, as a result of it.