“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“Seth — or somebody’s saying — maybe it’s just me — relates to the people in our time. [...]

(“Maybe.”

There must be a vast amount of pertinent dream information ready for the tapping, however, and maybe with Seth’s help Jane and I can eventually learn more about the undoubtedly therapeutic roles our joint and individual dreams have played as we contended with the challenges posed by her physical difficulties. [...]

[...] If you hit upon the back room as a winter bedroom, perhaps you could purchase a secondhand rug, use plastic window covering, and maybe leave the door open. [...]

[...] It occurs to me that maybe they can’t.

[...] Somehow the wire dropped, came down, falling maybe two feet from where I stood. [...]

[...] One sentence read, “Or better, send on some notes from the original Seth material, and maybe we can consider that as advance work for a contract.”

[...] “Maybe you really don’t want to remember any,” I said.

[...] Maybe Seth will know.

“Well, maybe he’ll be too tired.”

[...] “But maybe I’m just too smart for my own good.”

[...] Maybe I just wanted Seth to comment on probabilities in a more personal way. [...]

[...] Maybe it had just forgotten how to keep a neat file!”

[...] But Jane couldn’t really define any sources behind last night’s material, beyond calling them “consciousnesses, or beings — but maybe not personalities as we think of that term.” [...]

(I was wondering whether perhaps we had opened the door while on the way to the house, maybe as we climbed the dirt road.)

[...] Maybe the whole thing is — reacting to ourselves individually and to the other person — experiencing our own personal reactions and then reacting to them — then reacting to the other person who experiences the same processes in himself. [...]

[...] That may be true, but I’m also sure that she would have expressed her innate creativity in other surely literary ways—and maybe in psychic ways, too! [...]

[...] Maybe someday...?

[...] Maybe I’m wrong about all of it anyhow. [...]

Now I look up at the bottom of something that is rising, I think like a small plane or boat, maybe.

[...] In the dream experience I think I was considering doing a book, a sequel, to the movie—but I was also seeing one or maybe two reincarnational lives of mine, seeing how a belief in reincarnation helped open a sense of the future in the present: I was learning how to visit those lives, which were still happening and for which I think I yearned—without dying in this life. [...]