“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You still allow your imagination to follow your negative beliefs, thus you (me, RFB) are often unable to encourage Ruburt actively, as he is often unable to encourage himself.

[...] If you want to sit back and say “My worry prevents me from enjoyment, creativity and fulfillment,” then do so. [...]

[...] Give me a moment.

[...] However, after giving me some very astute data about my painting, Seth resumed book dictation very smoothly at 9:33 — just as though there hadn’t been any time lapse from February 11 to March 18.

[...] She had me rub those certain spots on her neck that can send her head flying against the pillow—but when I found them there was hardly any reaction at all. [...]

[...] If Steve and Tracy visit, she’ll wait for them to suggest seeing me; Jane will ask them to call first. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] In view of the subject matter that did develop, rather to our surprise, let me note that since late last week President Carter, President Anwar Sadat of Egypt, and Israel’s Prime Minister Begin have been meeting at Camp David in pursuit of peace for the Middle East. [...]

(Jane has mentioned her idea for new suggestions to me, but I haven’t seen them yet. [...]

[...] At our first discussion, though, Peg told me that a brother-in-law had just come into a tremendous amount of money as a result of lawyers fees, he is a lawyer, and a rich account. [...]

Multiple vision leads me on

with you — just you and me

“Everything that she said was of a piece,” Rob told me later. [...] The description of her death really struck me. [...]

[...] She did tell me, when asked, that Decatur had a population of about twelve thousand.

[...] It is like the branch that moves, so that you know the wind by its effects; and a windbag like me by the billowing gale of my monologues.

This session impressed me quite a bit, since after it I felt much less tired than I had earlier. [...]

[...] Jane’s father arrived last Saturday, and as early as Sunday morning Jane announced to me that there would be no session Monday night.

[...] She was unable to do so, and then looked up at me.

[...] You will become, or you will have, plenty of time to become tired of me yet. [...]

[...] This appeared to work; I felt similar to the state I experienced when Jane hypnotized me and used age regression. [...]

(Jane slept well last night and got up with me this morning. [...] “My mother assaulted me psychologically in front of others,” she said. [...]

[...] Seth stared at me for a good moment.)

[...] The book has just come out and we’ve seen reviews for it in many publications; the contrast between the reception accorded the book, and Jane’s, reminded me of my poor opinion of Prentice-Hall’s handling of Jane’s books. As I told Jane after the session, I realized that Prentice-Hall’s treatment of our books reflects our own ambiguous attitudes-—we want her books to be well known, but don’t want to get involved in the process personally—but, perversely, that doesn’t stop me from getting mad at Prentice-Hall, even if they are doing what we want them to. I suppose what bothers me about the whole thing is a sneaking feeling I have that Prentice-Hall’s attitude would be the same no matter what we thought; that they aren’t on the ball in that department.

You may feel free to ask me about your plans, and I will give you what help I can. [...]

Do you follow me?

Alphabets can hardly hope to give you more than, if you will forgive me (humorously) lip services to these. [...]

[...] You trust an adversary because you cannot move him; and you think, there is a man, he will not listen to me, therefore, he must really be great, and you also feared him, and that is why you trust your enemies in a strange fashion for they convince you that a portion of the race is worth saving. [...]

(To Davey.) I will turn around so that you can see me better, and now I will return to our friend Ruburt, and you are welcome to our class. [...]

[...] My question is, was this me or was it something I was picking up?”)

Jane’s idea tonight was to have a session on Dreams only: “I don’t want more private stuff that’ll just make me feel more stupid,” she said. [...]

1. Recently I asked Jane if Seth could give us some information on the consciousness connected with nuclear energy—a fascinating question I’ve often speculated about—and she promised me that he’d discuss it soon. [...]

[...] In essence my memory had been fairly accurate—yet rereading Seth’s material was like a revelation to me. [...]

[...] I’d hardly put into shape for Session 933 my musings about the workings of consciousness than I heard Seth come through with these two passages; at once they reminded me of what I’d just been writing about.

(Her situation reminded me of several transcendent states she’d achieved during the last year, so I suggested she go along with it. [...]

[...] He became especially beautiful, Jane told me; when she stroked him his fur felt marvelously smooth and alive. [...]

[...] Let me emphasize that they are consciously available. [...]

[...] He also understood (long pause), that he could not use me as a crutch.

Do you have a test for me, Joseph?

[...] The idea in choosing it was to simulate a test in which an object chosen by a third party was used; then this third party would interpret the data, leaving Jane and me free, so to speak. [...]

[...] Unfortunately you cannot check up on the impressions with the owner of the card, and there is little reason for me to go into the various episodes connected with the card.

Unless you have any questions for me I will end the session.

Then as we sat for the session Jane told me that after supper tonight she’d picked up material from Seth “that I wasn’t sure of because I didn’t understand what he meant….” [...]

Since this material must be comprehensible, Ruburt and I together form our own pathway of perceptions—he from his end and me from mine, so that we thread back and forth as if (underlined) through the wiring of some vast computer—but a computer that is alive.

[...] “Tonight’s session reminds me of that one. [...]

When I asked him in the same session about his evocative use of “fragment,” Seth replied: “That is an original term with me, as far as I know.” [...]

[...] Do not ask me, as yet, where this infinite amount of energy comes from. [...]

I suggest your break and hope you are following me, and I will try to get to other matters that concern you later in the discussion. [...]

If you would give me my due credit, Ruburt, you would not need to stew half as much. [...]

[...] If I neglected to mention Ruburt’s attire, let me here express my approval. [...]

[...] The girl’s violet eyes stared down at me as though they would move behind their violet glasses at any moment. [...]

(I didn’t linger to confront my own handiwork, but hurried to get my stuff together and leave the house; I wanted to stop at a bank to get a book updated, and I knew this would make me a few minutes late getting to room 330. [...]