“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Do you want me to get you some beer?”

[...] Her delivery in the beginning was rather slow and interspersed with pauses, but after a page or so it began to pick up speed, until she had me writing at a pretty good rate. [...]

(Jane looked at me for confirmation as she paced about the room, and I nodded. [...]

[...] Feeling struck me forcibly that it was caused by Marian Spaziani [our landlady]. [...]

Ruburt’s mood is such that it is rather difficult for me. [...]

[...] There is no use for me upon this occasion to do anything more than state the circumstances, except of course to suggest that Ruburt does not dwell upon the irritation.

(Seth-Jane had caught me yawning.)

[...] This would surely drive me out of publishing if I let that happen. [...]

[...] Regardless of all of that, however, and taking all of that for granted, if you will forgive me (whispering), I sometimes feel that you might perhaps both lack a certain trust (loudly) in the nature of your own intents, and in the activity of Framework 2 as far as it concerns you and that publishing house. [...]

(But not from me, I told Jane the other night. [...]

[...] As we talked Jane said Seth was around, and she gave me a capsule summary of what he’d have said had we held a session. [...] It’s explored more fully in the session below, yet I also feel, from the description Jane gave me at the time, that Seth explores the whole thing from a different angle, too.

[...] It meant “Don’t be ahead of me sexually,” further meaning “Don’t want sex when we are involved in other issues.” [...]

[...] I could tell that Jane didn’t know what to make of this data; she was even hesitant at telling me. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t tell me anything like this was going to happen.”

[...] She tried several times to explain this to me. [...]

(This morning she got up with me, after sleeping well, and again feeling traces of panic. [...]

[...] Behind me in the fireplace our raccoon friends were mildly active. [...]

[...] Do not mistake me here. [...]

[...] Conversely, if you had a child it would have been much more difficult for you to make communication with me, because of the direction of your own energy and focus. [...]

(The article led me to wonder why we behaved as we did, as a species, with seemingly little change throughout recorded history; I wondered what purposes, what real sense, lay behind our attitudes and actions, etc; Jane and I had a little discussion about it.

[...] She asked me if I saw anything in the doorway behind her and I said no. [...]

(The session subject matter was quite unexpected by me, though Jane had had plenty of intimations beforehand, it developed, without telling me. [...]

Then listen to me. [...]

I will have some remarks to make concerning the I Ching, but remind me after our next dictation. [...]

[...] During the latter part of this session he slept beside me, wedged between my leg and the arm of the divan. [...]

(During recent nights Jane has been aware of receiving book material from Seth, and of dictating it to me. [...] “It’s usually advanced stuff that we haven’t come to yet, and I’ll say, ‘Hey, what’s happening?’ Sometimes it’s just information for me — but anyhow, I know dictation’s been going on and that you’ve been taking notes. [...]

The question, “What is wrong with me?” will only lead you to create further limitations, and to reinforce those that you do have, through exaggerating such activities in the present and projecting them into the future.

[...] You may even meet me (smile, eyes open wide) in some future projection. [...] Part of him remains to keep check on me, and unfortunately this is the part that could be, but is not as yet, aware of his other surroundings.

[...] In an aside as I paced about, and as Seth, Jane assured me there was no rush to get back to notes, etc. [...]

You will never find me advocating a withdrawal from the outer world, advocating prejudice of any kind, advocating any activities that will be in any way injurious to health, or advocating a fanaticism, ever, on the part of the sessions themselves.

[...] I am helping you in this, and others like me. [...]

[...] Not that you have asked me to do so, but for the record. [...]

[...] You may indeed sit there and observe me. [...]

[...] (Smile.) You will forgive me, for my slight amusement is also tinged with rather compassionate understanding. [...]

[...] Now there is no great loss here, and take me seriously. [...]

[...] My wife is also doing some poetry as a Christmas present for me—though she’s very secretive about this activity; I’m not supposed to know what she’s up to.

Jane called me at 8:30 to say that she was ready for the session. [...]

[...] Now Seth came through with a paragraph—here deleted—for Jane and me. [...]

(Last Thursday afternoon as I lay down for my customary nap before supper, I had an experience that was new for me: I’ve been meaning to write it up, so this place will serve as a record. [...] Rooms ordinarily alien or unknown to me seemed to open up, although in a very concentrated focus, as say from the beam of a flashlight. [...]

[...] Let me try again to explain a few points, mainly concerning Ruburt’s condition.

[...] You see but a representation of me, as you realize. [...]

([Phil:] “What purpose did he have coming up to me in this life?”)

[...] Do you follow me? [...]