“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

That inner psychological universe is a psychic gestalt, propelled, formed, sustained or driven by value fulfillment, love and desire, by the loving values that have no limit (intently). The universe does not give up on itself, or on any of its creatures. [...]

(This afternoon Jane and I outlined a “credo” for her that we hoped she could follow back to the productive endeavors she loves so much: writing, poetry, painting, the sessions, the mail, cooking, feeding our cats, Billy and Mitzi, and so forth. [...]

[...] Each day as I look at my lovely wife lying in her hospital bed after years of struggle, I feel the surge of those events—and I see them in Jane, and feel them in her!

[...] He was always a pleasure-loving personality however and avoided anything unpleasant. [...]

[...] You had to learn that basically to hate is to kill. [...]

(According to a relative of Miss Callahan’s that Jane saw this morning, March 6, yesterday Miss Callahan talked quite coherently of the “lovely walks” she had been taking lately with her two brothers, both of whom are dead. [...]

“I love the way he ties all this in with subconscious motivation,” I said later.

[...] There was no evidence of excessive emotionalism in the material, though: no repressed hates, prejudices, or desires. [...]

(It might be interesting to note here that Seth began talking about action in the 13th session, January 6, 1964: “Love and hate, for example, are action,” and “In your plane, action is the main word of importance,” etc. [...]

[...] The energy in hate can be utilized in love, for example. [...]

[...] For instance, I’d wondered, as I read her paper, how often does the newly deceased person’s meeting loved ones from other lifetimes “dilute” the love he or she had felt for the mate, say, who is left behind this time? How ironic, that the one still physical grieves for the departed loved one, while that newly dead individual is joyfully becoming aware of connections with other existences, other loves….

“He did initiate a small religious order in the 16th century, in France, and he was in love for many years with the man he met in his dream (five evenings ago)—a cleric. The love was not consummated, but it was passionate and enduring nonetheless on both of their parts.

[...] There was a road and other scenes from my past I wanted to paint too; a significant green bottle; people I dearly loved, and Rob might have been involved too. Lots I’ve completely forgotten about people who loved you in particular lives always in some way being supportive; that we’re caught up in time-to-time overlays Seth has referred to in his late book dictation; that rhythmic time overlays happened as various anniversaries or significant events from various lives overlapped, bringing them momentarily closer (like comets) when entries back and forth, and interchanges, are particularly easier.

[...] From behind Rob, standing, she lightly soothes his forehead, then quickly is in his lap, facing him, sort of melting in with him; then they express their love.... [...]

(“At dinner, vague thoughts that Nebene hated taxes of any kind, with the chicanery involved.”)

[...] Many years later she was to tell me, “My mother hated that woman.” [...]

Give us a moment … Ruburt greatly needs to realize that you love him, and accept him, as he is now in your terms. [...]

[...] You were mainly surrounded by love and affirmation. [...]

[...] I think she really hated them. [...]

Remember our friend who kept falling in love with men she couldn’t have? [...]

“The idea that you must find a man that will love you is a cover to hide this deeper refusal to accept life on life’s terms. [...]

[...] Still, I hated to say this to Jon over the phone. [...]

[...] For one thing, she kept falling head over heels in love with men who didn’t want marriage under any circumstances. [...]

[...] And I made Ruburt one lovely wife — so there, my lovelies.

[...] I know that I have hated one parent or another. [...]

[...] It is meaningless to say that the books are Ruburt’s. Your ideas of “perfection” and love of detail, or if you prefer, your feeling for the significance of detail that appears exteriorized in your notes, is as present in the inner consistency of the material itself as given by me.