“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It is easy perhaps at times to have regrets, to wish that curiosity, the love of learning, the desire for knowledge, and yearning to help your fellow men (was Seth a bit amused here?) had not gone quite so far, and to imagine that had it not Ruburt would be in excellent physical condition, and no one would miss the work that then would not exist.

[...] Ruburt believed that people hated you if you were different. [...]

[...] They have quite hateful characteristics. [...]

[...] Within consciousness all things are incipient, and all creations are lovingly nurtured. [...]

[...] Forgive me if this is a trite analogy, I almost hate to say it, but it bends with the wind. [...]

I hate to bring this up, however you are the one who brought it up.

[...] It was a job she hated.)

(Nor did I understand what was happening, beyond the obvious fact that she was coming to hate the job. [...]

“There is no man who hates but that that hatred is reflected outward and made physical. And there is no man who loves but that that love is reflected outward and made physical.”

“It then purposely gave them more and more detail, and yearned toward this diversity and grew to love that which was not yet separate from itself. [...]

[...] With love and longing It let go that portion of Itself, and they were free. [...]

[...] All That Is loves all that It has created down to the least, for It realizes the dearness and uniqueness of each consciousness which has been wrest from such a state and at such a price. [...]

[...] I do not mean that they love or hate, in your terms, but that they are aware of their own separateness, and aware of the ways in which that separateness cooperates to form other organizations.

[...] Since your reaction when Rebellers was published, he feared that you would grow to hate him for any success, if you did not succeed, since his success he felt was largely at your expense—you bought him the time in which to work.

If he succeeded he might lose your love, in other words. [...]

At the same time he projected his fears upon you, thinking that you loved him only because he was a writer. [...]

[...] So the true love and compassion goes crying, while you are forced to express an exterior love and compassion many times.

[...] Help given spontaneously out of love is the only kind of real help to giver or receiver, and yet this important kind of help is often denied expression because of the inner resentments.

[...] I hated to interrupt with a lot of questions. [...]

[...] He identified with each, hating and loving each for that reason. [...]

[...] Your heritage includes vastly richer veins of love, yet your concepts of self and godhood have severely limited these. You often seem to hate those with different beliefs than your own, for example, and you have perpetrated cruelties upon others in the name of religion and in the name of science, because your limited ideas about the nature of the self led you to fear your emotions. Often you are afraid that love will overwhelm you, for instance.

Now: In the past in the same way, love could be immediately expressed. [...] With the developing expansion of space, however, loved ones often dwell far apart, and sudden bodily response cannot be expressed at once, at a particular point of immediate contact.

[...] She hates her and loves her for this reason. [...]

You made love when it was safe to do so. [...] You made sure you had a good reason not to make love when Ruburt spontaneously wanted to, and the same applied to him.

[...] After his first marriage he determined, with the help of your love, to find a suitable framework. [...]

[...] He thought you hated distractions, and for a period of time he felt that you thought him one.

[...] He hates them because he considers them evil because they are wealthy. [...]

[...] However the other portion of the personality is spontaneous, highly gifted, creative, intuitive, and loves luxury. [...]

When this portion is operating he does not dare enjoy the pleasures of love. [...]

(Last night while we made love I broke down and cried for my worry over Jane.

[...] I explained that I hated to “put her on the spot” by asking if I had an ulcer, or a hernia, say, or gas or whatever. [...]

[...] I hate to ask you, but could you wait until we get there?”

[...] He fell in love with her, and despite her condition, took her to his home village.

[...] He hated his daughter the more and railed that she had forsaken him in his old age, after he had cared for her.”

[...] Now Sally loves him, and has learned to see the good points of his personality.

[...] [Yet my father is a very loving person. [...] I love my father deeply. [...]

[...] Your parents were in the act of making love. [...]

[...] I just “loved” Mr. Finfrock. [...]

([Pat:] “But I hate to ask for a Seth session. [...]

[...] Ruburt hates to give it up for that reason, but to a lesser degree so do you.

[...] “I loved the idea of that Foster Street house. [...]

[...] You may feel quite virtuous, for example, in hating evil, or what seems to you to be evil; but if you find yourself concentrating upon either hatred or evil you are creating it. [...]

[...] Only love of peace will bring about those conditions.

(2. “The one thing about an ancient existence [like mine], if you will forgive the term, is that old hatreds do not last because you learn to have a sense of humor … Love, on the other hand, even with a sense of humor, becomes highly precious and large enough so that it can contain old hates very nicely.”

[...] from “Previous hates unresolved.” [...] When I asked Frank Watts about those unresolved hates, he replied “No information direct permitted.”

[...] (Sue’s latest, Speaking of Jane Roberts, is crowded with much frank and loving information about Jane and me that I have no room to go into here.) Peggy Gallagher and her husband Bill worked for the Elmira Star-Gazette; as a reporter Peg wrote several well-received articles about Jane and the Seth material. The Gallaghers were the best friends anyone could have, but we loved everyone. [...]

[...] Routines, yes, but also ever-changing ones that still revolved around the simple elements of the work we loved and carried out amid the unexpected freedoms of living so much closer to the environment we had always taken for granted: the writing and painting, the sessions and mail, the publishing of books, the visits of friends and fans, some even from Europe. The hill house was the first property either one of us had ever owned, yet even within that loving context Jane gradually had more and more trouble walking even while the Seth material continued to grow in reach and flexibility, to attract a wider and wider audience. [...]

I’m married now to a very beautiful, intelligent and much younger lady who in her own unique ways offers me invaluable love, assistance, and reinforcement. [...]

[...] I hated to have to depend on someone else to tell me what was going on, but I had learned one thing: I couldn’t be Jane and Seth at once. [...]

[...] We have a lovely large apartment that has, unfortunately, a tiny closet-sized kitchen. [...]