“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now—is it all right for me to come in now?

[...] Do you follow me?

(This was Jane’s inspiration to write a series of songs for me in Sumari. [...]

[...] Jane laughingly told me that if the new data “wasn’t good enough,” she’d probably never again hear from the people involved — but at this time we didn’t realize what was to follow.

[...] While Jane was coming out of trance once more, the caller told me about being “impressed” by her abilities — and, I thought privately, considerably surprised. [...]

[...] And since we decided that we were up to it, Seth returned in a quarter of an hour with better than two pages of material for Jane and me. [...]

[...] Tonight she not only did feel like a session, but shortly before it told me that she believed the larger Seth personality, the Seth entity as we call it, would speak.

It follows then that I am aware of the other Seth personality, and he of me. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Of these, 22 [a few more taking the above into consideration] seem excellent to me. [...]

[...] For now, let me say that in his writing and psychic activity he has learned to largely forget the levels of consciousness that are limited to cause-and-effect and time continuity.

(Then there followed the round of infections, the antibiotics, the broken leg opening up, and so forth, and to me these meant that she had little hope herself. [...]

[...] She said through tears that she wants to get well, but that meant little to me, I’m afraid, since her state flatly contradicts such protestations. [...]

(At 9:09 Jane told me that for the first time in a long time she felt like “the other personality,” meaning Seth’s entity. [...]

[...] Probable selves can be viewed by myself and others like me, for we see your reality in all of its dimensions, and you view it from the small present forms that you know. [...]

(I brought with me Kleenex, candy, popcorn and the poinsettia plant I bought for Jane at the Acme last night. [...]

[...] Jane said she has picked up from staff people at various times that they thought her skin was fragile and would break down easily—”that a good wind would blow me away, things like that....” [...]

Please give me a moment—and what happens to it when you give it to me?

[...] Ann and Marilyn work with me at Artistic Card Co.

Now, do you have a test for me, Joseph?

[...] I wouldn’t say the napkin was an “item strongly connected” to me, although it was my napkin rather than Jane’s that I used for the test. [...]

When he is at work he thinks “This is not me, this is not myself.” [...] When our friend Philip sells he is thinking “This is me. [...]

[...] Joseph, if I speak too quickly, I hope I can rest assured that you will ask me to slow down.

It would seem to me that his nature would be somewhat above deliberately leading the poor deluded woman astray by lies. [...]

I will not give any further information this evening concerning these matters, but he may check with me from time to time if he so desires. [...]

(After supper this evening Jane told me she thought Seth might talk about dreams and the subconscious at the session. [...]

[...] She had not told me before the session began, but now admitted that she had been very tired by 9 PM, after painting all day. [...]

(Jane looked at me. [...]

(Jane spoke leaning close to me, quite amused. [...]

He is not expected by me to set up an organization. [...]

[...] “I kept waiting and waiting and waiting—so I thank you for helping me have the session.” [...]

[...] I think it came to me because of my concern recently over the new idea I’d come across—concerning Jane’s ideas about her relationship with Seth, her feelings about her abilities versus his, etc. [...]

[...] I feel the same mechanisms for understanding operated here as did when I had the insight of February 3—see the deleted session for February 4 [the first in this new series], wherein I wrote that Jane “does the Seth books just to please me.” [...]

Over the past year or so I’d become more and more concerned about what I could do if a nighttime emergency—like a fire—trapped Jane and me in our bedroom. [...] A blaze anywhere in the central section of the house, with its heat, gas, and smoke, could easily prevent me from reaching the front or back door as I sought to carry Jane to safety. [...]

[...] It took me some time after she’d started delivering the Seth material to realize that in spite of her outgoing, friendly nature, Jane is as much a private person as I am.)

[...] She’d read me Friday’s work that same evening, and I had some questions about it, although it’s very difficult to formulate questions while listening to something the first time, and without having a written version to refer to. [...]

(My viewpoint was that it was impossible for me not to have strong feelings about the situation, even though—as I said—I agreed that her paper was a highly creative piece of work, that it augured well for the future, and that it was so far easily the best material we’d gotten on the symptom affair. [...]

(The swollen condition of her feet still concerned me, although I’ve kept in mind Seth’s material on that situation and feel better about it. [...]

(Jane surprised me at supper time by saying she felt Seth around and wanted to have a session. [...]

[...] She had me dig out her notes for this idea yesterday —I believe before the mail, but am not sure. [...]

[...] Seth’s use of “matrix” above reminded me that before the session Jane had mentioned that he wanted to discuss her Sinful Self material in a new sort of matrix.)

You did not ask me for a session, but it is a stormy night, so that along the way I touch on a few “stormy” subjects, though with a light hand.

Can you hear me?

[...] Later she told me that Seth had been there, ready with more blocks of material.)

[...] Before I launch into a discussion on another matter, let me remind you that you can also make the error of concentrating upon Ruburt’s symptoms, and ignoring improvements, and this does not help him.

[...] Now give me a moment. [...]

[...] At break now Jane told me she had a “flash” that my “Uncle Ernie was, or would have been, the son that Dr. Pietra would have in this reality.”

1. In a simplified account: When I was a youngster my mother took me to see our family optometrist. [...] With the best of intentions, that kindly gentleman put bifocals on me. [...]

[...] And Seth addressed some very interesting comments to me in the private portion of tonight’s session:

The truth, as he interprets it, is no longer the joyful, curious, creative, free search for truth, let it lead where it will; but the idea of a life’s work makes him think “Who’s following me? [...]

He did not want me to tell you this—but your seriousness, much as it is well-intended in “Unknown” 2 and its notes, bothered him. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

(Once again, Jane wrote upon reading the session: “If I’ve been afraid of letting R see me at my worst, don’t be afraid of letting him see me at my best.” [...]

[...] Do you follow me?