“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “See, I wanted him to come through and say something about me, without my asking, but he didn’t.” She hadn’t mentioned such a desire to me. [...]

If you will remind me, I will say more from time to time on that subject.

[...] The last session didn’t give me that feeling, but when I read it, it was fine….”)

Since we have mentioned animals, let me say here that they do possess a kind of consciousness that does not allow them as many freedoms as your own. [...]

(Jane now told me she had been very tired before the session. [...]

I can tell you, for example, that there is consciousness even within a nail, but few of my readers will take me seriously enough to stop in midsentence, and say good morning or good afternoon to the nearest nail they can find, stuck in a piece of wood.

[...] And because I am presently uninvolved within your system, it is possible for me to give instances as they occur of such mental actions, as they are perceived in both the universe of matter and the dream universe.

My friend’s manner was meant as a gentle reprimand to me, and as a joke between us, since I had told him that I did not want him to confuse you, or to discuss matters being covered in our material.

[...] So he, as a joke on me, would tell you nothing at all, and answer hardly any of your questions.

(Jane called me for the session at about 8:10. [...]

[...] I feel that he’s ready —all he has to do is get me in shape for the session....” [...]

[...] But in this case I felt that Seth could lay it out for me better than I could. [...]

[...] Give me a brief moment here, and let us see what we can do for our so-fatigued friend. [...]

I told you, Joseph, that I would discuss the magnetic alterations that caused me to call a quick ending to our last session. [...]

[...] It places me, though not Ruburt, under additional pressure. [...]

[...] Give me a moment here. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] This should answer more deeply the questions that you asked me.

[...] To me, that is exceedingly simple — but as far as your concepts are concerned, it can seem to imply irreconcilable complications.

[...] “That really hits me: you can tell you’re out there so far, with all of this energy, but you can’t go any further, you know what I mean? [...]

“To me at least, poetry — like love — implies a magical approach to life, quite different from the presently accepted rational way of looking at the world. [...]

[...] Therefore, actually producing the physical work for the publisher was going to be up to me, and I was anxious to begin work on this once we’ve established some sort of viable daily routine revolving around Jane’s nursing care, sleeping schedule, medication, etc.

[...] It took me a few days to realize that this is a unique idea—certainly it hasn’t been done before. [...]

[...] It seems to me that it very neatly sums up the core of Jane’s difficulties—that one, along with a longer excerpt from the deleted session for January 26, 1981 just previous. [...]

[...] By last night, however, Jane had picked up some encouraging messages from Seth, which she relayed partially to me. [...]

[...] (Seth calls Jane Ruburt, and me Joseph.)

(Jane answered by telling me how she felt this morning—“discombobulated” —meaning that various parts of her body seem to move, or want to move, out of rhythm or sync with other parts—but that overall she recognizes that those are all healthy signs of the body trying to heal itself. [...]

[...] It is up to you to expand the nature of your own consciousness so that you understand me. [...]

[...] It would lead me to believe that to be alive must be a dreadful state indeed! [...]

I am going to close our session—far be it from me to keep you from your sleep! [...]

I would prefer that you not ask me questions about what I am going to say.

[...] In each case Jane slept on beside me.

[...] The sensation lasted very definitely for several minutes, giving me plenty of time to explore it, then gradually dwindled away.

[...] Instinctively I reached out to touch the foot as she explained what had happened to me, and she cried out even louder. [...]

(In closing I might add that this afternoon, also, Jane said her jaws opened wider than usual, were more relaxed, and indeed as she showed me she could open them considerably farther than usual. [...]

Since you are waiting for me so nicely, I will commence.

[...] He did receive what he prefers to think of as a flash from me tonight. [...]

I have mentioned that the emotions, if you will forgive me, are the tail end of the inner senses. [...]

On many other planes the vitality expresses itself in ways incomprehensible to you and at this point to me. [...]

[...] The difference bothered me. [...]

[...] Eyes felt softer, etc., Then we went to take Billy to the vet’s; on the way my eyes did funny things; odd sensations involving balance I think—both of these in the car; I asked for help from “divine parent of my being,” and repeated the suggestions Seth gave me; trying not to be worried. [...]

[...] Remind me, for our next session, to wind in a discussion of those subjective entities as they learned how to translate themselves into physical individuals.

[...] Sometimes she tells me as soon as she’s done this. [...]

[...] All of which reminds me that almost 16 years ago, in only the 19th session he’d given us (on January 27, 1964), Seth remarked:

[...] Now let me close this note with an excerpt from a private session he gave on July 3, 1978:

[...] The results of the tracings on graph paper were excellent, Dr. K said, going over them with me. [...]

(Tonight’s session started later than usual because of a mix-up in communications between us: I thought Jane was too groggy after supper as she sat at the card table in the living room, so I went to my room to work on the intro for Dreams—whereas she was waiting for me to come out and sit with her to see if we’d have some sort of session. [...]

[...] And I really feel that according to whatever terms we want to use, this is God’s great motion, moving and supporting me. [...]

(Long pause at 9:20.) I’d just as soon wait a minute, to see if that’s it for the night, or more develops, or what—but the feeling does tell me that things can and will work out as long as you realize that this is true. [...]

[...] She woke me up crying at 4 AM, with flashing, shooting sensations in her right leg, from the hip all the way down to the foot. [...]

[...] she said—and winced as another shooting sensation “got me right in the knee. [...]

(Once again she sat on the couch, and I sat in her chair facing her across the coffee table—with behind me, the closed-off fireplace. [...]

[...] I’d had a vaguely similar thought this morning, and it had reminded me of my feelings on Saturday night—that our friend’s continual sneezing amid the group was actually a prolonged act of aggression.

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] I would have preferred that you did not ask me this question, but since you did, and since you both loved the dog, it deserves an answer.”

(During the visit, after he examined the finger, Dr. S. seemed to me at least a bit surprised that Dr. Wilworth had ruled out the possibility of a blood clot; because of its sudden onset I gathered Dr. S. thought this was a possibility. [...]

(I also knew she hadn’t wanted to keep the appointment, and that she blamed me at least partly for her keeping it. [...]

[...] This morning she did surprise me—and herself—by sleeping until noon, probably out of exhaustion. [...]