“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A minute or two before the session began Jane told me that she had a “glimmer” from Seth — a few sentences. [...]

(At 9:56, though, as she sat waiting to go back into trance, Jane said, “Either I’m tired tonight, or the house is getting to me, but now it’s harder to get going….” [...]

[...] I do not suggest at this point that you or Ruburt attempt to contact me during any projection. [...]

[...] Jane stared at me, then took a long pause with her eyes closed.)

[...] “But I can’t stand anything that’s all charged up about me,” she said several times.

[...] It’s also made it quite difficult for me to whip up any enthusiasm about getting back to work on the notes for Seth’s Dreams. [...]

[...] Part of your accomplishment lies in our sessions and your own considerable work with the notes, and with the invisible aura contained in those notes, for there in a different way you are painting a portrait—a portrait of two lives from a highly individualistic standpoint, extremely unique—and that is the kind of experience that would be ripped out of your life’s fabric, were you the hypothetical idealized version with whom you sometimes relate—a version highly romanticized, let me add. [...]

[...] Your psychological growth is not something you can look at in the mirror, yet it is that growth that is also responsible for your painting and writing Ruburt’s books and his connections with me. [...]

[...] And when you hear me speak, it is not only my vitality that you hear, but it is also your own vitality—for I am also a part of All That Is—and if I am ancient and new, so are you ancient and new. [...]

[...] But you do not like them as well as you like me. [...]

(The theme of the dream had interested me pictorially from the beginning, I told her, but I’d almost lacked the nerve to try a rendition of it in paint. [...]

[...] After hearing from Jane and me and her editor, Tam Mossman, the Dutch publisher agreed to market a new, uncut translation of Seth Speaks this year. [...]

Do you have any questions you would like to ask me?

Do you follow me now?

(10:45.) Give us a moment… Now to some extent, you see, you are both involved, but in ways almost impossible for me to explain. [...]

[...] This kind of information can at least trigger responses on your part, increasing still further the scope of knowledge that you can receive from me.

[...] The trees thrashed over our heads, and Jane’s nervousness finally infected me. [...]

(“Seth, what was the significance of that episode for me?”

Do you have an envelope for me?

(At 10:17 Jane took the envelope from me for the 50th experiment. [...]

(“Can you give me the year?”)

[...] Her reading the NY Times Book Review each week had reminded me recently that her intent perusal of that publication represented a striving toward something she was not about to achieve—conventional recognition in creative writing.

[...] “You must have got me going....”

[...] That issue can be understood with some help from me, and your own common sense. [...]

[...] [Indeed, these animals are so sensitive to disease of any kind that they must be raised under sterile conditions.] Jane was very upset by the article and mentioned it to me several times.¹

(Long pause.) In physical reality, if you will forgive me, life is the name of the game—and the game is based upon value fulfillment. [...]

[...] My amusement wasn’t directed at the seriousness of his material, but arose because of the intense scrutiny Seth directed at me. [...]

[...] Each personality, therefore, is its own man or, if Ruburt will forgive me, is its own woman. [...]

[...] Whether or not you remember your dreams, for example, a certain portion of you, under hypnosis, could remember every dream that you ever had in your life and so a certain portion of you remembers those nonmoments when you are not focused in physical reality, when your existence is in another dimension of actuality entirely and you were perceiving what I call, in your terms of reference, pardon me, nonintervals. [...]

([Gert:] “If I experienced at that particular moment, could I, if I persist, be able to pick up information that will help me. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] It was simply not possible for me to give you more information at that time than I could. [...]

[...] One small point: you both would have denied yourselves strong possibilities of growth had you kept up; do you follow me?

[...] Now as we waited for tonight’s session to begin, our 14-year-old cat, Willy, dozed on the couch beside me. [...]

[...] Willy had slept beside me all of the time, twisting himself into a variety of positions. [...]

(Still in full trance, her eyes very dark Jane stared at me. [...]

Do you have a test for me, Joseph ?

[...] She realized she was tired as she heard herself asking me if I had a test for her. [...]

[...] These deal with events involving Jane and me at York Beach in August of 1963, preceding the beginning of these sessions by several months.

[...] Our friend Ruburt is giving me more freedom now, and I shall visit with you more often in our classes. [...]

[...] Taking that for granted, and taking for granted the state of your society as it exists in your beliefs, then Prentice has treated you both very well—and me.

[...] Do you follow me?

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