“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I figure why doesn’t he say something to help me out?—I’m not going to have Bob ask.” [...]

[...] from the west or southwest: I don’t know but the information seems to be coming to me at least on the southwest part of my body. [...]

[...] Dave and Estelle were curious about the play of similar numbers here, among other things—since these notes touch upon but a small part of the information given Jane and me through the evening.

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

[...] John’s question above was not taken down by me verbatim, but is a close approximation. [...]

[...] (To me:) As always I defer to you.

[...] Yet Seth’s simultaneous time isn’t an absolute, for, as he also told us in that session: “While I am not affected by time on your plane, I am affected by something resembling time on my plane … To me time can be manipulated, used at leisure and examined. To me your time is a vehicle, one of several by which I can enter your awareness. It is therefore still a reality of some kind to me [my emphasis]. [...]

(The next morning Jane told me that she’d been “getting stuff all night again” on “Unknown” Reality. [...]

[...] I suggested that if she didn’t sleep well tonight she call me, and I’d help her get up. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

(To Ron L.) And our friend, Edgar, judges the self that he knows far too harshly and do not ask me what I mean by the statement. [...]

[...] At the same time, Jane told me that there’s been an improvement in her color perception, even with the double vision.

It would therefore be highly limiting for me to deliver our material in such a way that I emphasized those matters in which science might agree with my material. [...]

[...] She’d picked up the idea of discipline from me, in a most unfortunate way, I thought, considering her most spontaneous nature. [...]

[...] She agreed with me that she now has the ultimate protection of the hospital.

[...] As Jane and I were getting ready to eat lunch several staff people, including Cathy, Jan, Mary the head nurse, Dawn, Sue, brought in a large flat-pan cake decorated for the 30th anniversary of Jane and me. [...]

(After the session Jane asked me what country ancient Persia was now. [...]

[...] Like me, indeed.

(Eyes closed, Jane paused; she gestured to me to wait.)

[...] (Seth has frequently cautioned me against repressing aggressions out of fear of them. Rob says that it is quite funny—to him!—when Seth, speaking through me, takes me to task in this way. [...]

[...] “His drinking makes me irritable and angry,” she said. [...] He’s the one who makes me feel nervous.”

[...] Seth’s ideas on this subject have been of great value to Rob and me, and to everyone who has come in contact with them. [...]

[...] “If I bury it, it can hurt me and emerge as physical symptoms of some kind. [...]

[...] She referred to a “psychic fair” she’d accidentally tuned in to on television, while waiting for me to come into the living room for the session. [...]

Just before the session she showed me a page of notes she’d picked up from Seth today, about the subject matter for tonight’s session—but we had no time in which to discuss them.)

[...] She told me that Seth had changed the beginning of the session because of her reactions to the mail this noon, but that finally he’d gotten into some of the material she’d picked up from him today, and written down. [...]

[...] With that as background let me continue. [...]

All of this goes back, forgive me, to fears that the spontaneous self will in one way or another get him in trouble.

[...] On various occasions, when the suggestions in his papers worked—you follow me—they worked because at the same time Ruburt was writing down his feelings: his aggressions and his fears.

[...] I do not think you believe what I tell you, and you do not believe me because you do not really believe that the point of power is in the present.

(11:01.) Now: if you believe me you can end all of this, and Ruburt can regain his normal flexibility. [...]

[...] Seth’s reference to Willy II came about because that creature had insisted upon crawling over me while I was taking notes, and laying in my lap in various uncomfortable positions.)

[...] (Last week.) Do you follow me?

[...] Jane at break asked me to take down an oil painting of hers that, she said, represented her childhood home on Middle Avenue in Saratoga Springs, New York. [...]

[...] I am using it, so you can love me.”

Much of what you discussed today was discussed by me a good deal of time ago. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Please understand me: There is nothing wrong with a loving technology.

[...] With hardly a pause, Seth-Jane switched over to some material for me; the session ended at 11:16 P.M. Jane’s trances had been excellent throughout the evening.)

[...] by Robert W. Lawson, © 1961 by the Estate of Albert Einstein, Crown Publishers, Inc., New York, N.Y.) She soon laid it aside, telling me that she couldn’t understand much of it except by making a strong effort of will. [...]

[...] By all means (to me) be easy with Dialogues, for you are making intuitive and artistic breakthroughs. [...]

Comes to me today that years ago I got scared when I thought anyhow that Rob’s parents “shit on us” when we were broke; before I hadn’t worried about money—just writing . [...]