“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now I would not force you into any state of awareness, far be it from me. [...] Now bear with me for a few moments, realizing as you do so that there is in reality no distinction between the atoms and molecules within your precious bodies and the atoms and molecules that fly about the room quite innocently and free; realizing also that there is great space between the atoms and molecules within your body, and that if some very small person were flying through they would find your bodies as large as a galaxy; realizing also that the skin that seems so solid to you is very open, indeed, and does not separate you so much from the universe, as it connects you with the universe; and that there is little division between the atoms and molecules in those knees and those legs and the atoms and molecules that form the floor upon which the legs and knees seem to rest. [...]

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

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

Now look at me, and I will tell you something. [...]

[...] For one thing it is harmful, and believe me I will go into the reasons at a later date. [...] Your voice is too sensitive and rough this evening for me to attempt any transformation of it into the more melodious accents of my own.

Joseph when your hands grow tired I do wish you would volunteer to take a break, and relieve me of an evergrowing compassionate concern for your physical condition. Surely after our pleasant chat the other evening you should know nothing of this sort would offend me, and I would much prefer more broken-up sessions, if they are necessary, than sessions in which I see myself as a torture master.

[...] I came halfway in on an interesting little experiment that Ruburt tried on his own, and you can thank me that he came out of it so well. [...]

[...] As the personality on your plane actually changes, expands and grows according to its potentialities, as it presents at various times varied images to the world, such as—if you’ll excuse me for using clichés—a smiling face, a sorrowful face, but is still basically the same personality, so on another level does the entity present at various times a varied appearance and speak in a different voice. [...]

[...] That she was again telling me that she was getting better when I could see that she was getting worse. [...] And it seemed to me that certain parts of her personality were quite ready to continue such behavior until death—the final end, the dissolution in which host and ailments disappeared together, and all conflict was resolved. [...]

(At 4:30 PM Jane told me to get the notebook. [...]

[...] I’m so scared,” she said to me at 6:30 this morning when I went in to get her up. [...]

[...] I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t calling upon her creative powers to her help out of the tragic situation she’s created for herself, and me. [...]

[...] Ruburt is so preciously guarding me, and so afraid that what I say may not prove true at all, that he does a beautiful job of blocking me when he gets the chance.

(I knew I was in a good state, but it occurred to me that I needed someone to ask me questions, or that I should somehow direct my purpose and [...]

[...] Ruburt’s character analysis never ceases to amaze me. [...]

(Jane’s voice now became quite amused; she smiled at John and me as [...]

“A sound effect was involved here that was unique for me — doubly so, actually. [...] This sound, rising and falling in such mournful cadences, was unintelligible to me.

[...] He’d related the entire affair to her some months ago; his original perceptions had taken place over seven years ago, long before Sue had introduced him to Jane and me in 1973. Peter told me after class that my sketches had instantly rearoused his memories, although in his experience he’d seen the event from different angles. [...]

To me, this fact alone lends a credence to his visions that bolsters my own in the most meaningful way: I think our tower experiences of so long ago (in terms of linear time), plus our mutual artistic backgrounds now, with their corresponding social implications, are too closely allied to be explained as “coincidence” in the objective fact world. Peter’s surprising material, then, helps me tentatively recognize the physical connections those motionless visions of mine may have in our space and time.

[...] I don’t think the ‘me’ I watched was an officer, as had been the case in my third Roman, of October 30.

[...] I dreamed that I had a cancerous wart or nodule right at the tip of my right thumb, where it bothered me to hold a brush or pencil. [...] I believe a doctor told me it was cancer—not very dangerous, could be removed in his office. [...] Wore a white coat, I believe, and peered down at me like an owl.”

[...] I was concerned about form in this painting, and this concern, linked up with composition, gave me quite a little tussle in this painting. Form and composition usually are easy for me.

(Shortly after I had the dream, Jane gave me her own interpretation of what the dream meant. [...]

I would appreciate it, dear friend, if you let me continue for now, though I understand why you want to know. [...]

[...] Although my body lay sleeping beside Jane in the bedroom “behind” me, I wasn’t concerned about it. [...] But that I was out of my body, and in this very pleasant weightless state, did slowly make itself known to me. [...]

(All this time Jane lay beside me. [...] I was amazed at the loudness of the sounds that came from my physical head, just beneath “me.” [...]

[...] I don’t know whether I would have eventually succeeded in taking off, for Jane now said to me: “Honey, you’re snoring. Turn over,” as she usually does when she gets tired of listening to me. [...]

[...] I believe my ordinary conscious ideas that doors can’t be penetrated held me back, though. [...]

[...] “If you love me,” she said, “comfort me like you would an animal, for I really need you.” [...]

(“Well, you’d better come over here [to the card table] and let me take a stab at it before I fall asleep,” Jane said at 8:07. [...]

[...] That had made me angry: I felt that it at least offered an avenue of exploration, that perhaps we could use it as an avenue for changing beliefs. [...]

[...] “Boy, it sure seems like a strange night to me,” Jane said as we sat waiting for a session at the card table at 8:27. [...]

Now send me a postcard. [...] We will have some talks together when the hour is earlier and my keeper here is not watching after me so carefully. [...]

[...] You have been bugging me. [...]

[...] I am indeed myself as usual however in excellent spirits and if Ruburt were not restraining me then you would not have to listen so hard to hear what I say. [...]

[...] The effect appeared so often that all four of us had ample time to feel it—as noted before, to me this force reminds me strongly of two magnets repelling each other—something invisible yet most palpable, and when things are going well, easily demonstrable.

[...] The breaking of the table left us delighted and appalled—me especially; and it took me several hours on two succeeding days to repair the table. [...]

[...] The table, the one usually used and belonging to Ruth Klebert, one of Jane’s ESP students, had been repaired less than a week ago by me; it had been damaged to the extent of losing a couple of its three legs by its violent movements in a recent ESP class.

[...] At first the table seemed to move Carl around in circles, continually being ahead of him, in that it ended up by twisting Carl’s arm awkwardly behind him; this made it very difficult for Claire, Jane and me to keep contact with the top. [...]

[...] First give me one moment here. [...] (To me.) We will try to get it clear. [...]

[...] Because I have also followed this particular reality, it is meaningful, for me, and I can understand it.

[...] He should be able to perceive me to some degree before too long.

[...] He agrees with me but then he lets them slide. [...]

[...] Some of my teeth bother me at times, and tonight the pendulum told me they do so because I’m worrying about Jane.

[...] We have so many things to do, turning me over, feeding me, eating at a decent time so you can get home at a decent hour and have supper —”

[...] Carla saved me a plate of food from the party, and I brought it home for supper. [...]

[...] Let people talk around me, I thought: I no longer cared. [...] Here was no gentle lulling silence, for the absence of sound frightened me beyond anything I could remember. [...] Did he stand protectively just behind my chair, ready to help me in my maneuvers into bed, or was he in the kitchen, rooms away? [...] I remember somehow equating all the silence about me with a forbidding white wall. And in parentheses: (I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.) I couldn’t die deaf (Jane said with a laugh at 11:45). I think I had imagined that everything would shut down gradually. [...]

[...] For another, when Seth was more than three-quarters of the way through Dreams he began devoting a series of private sessions to an in-depth discussion of “the magical approach”—material that was calculated to help me personally, and others like me, change our approach to experience and thus experience itself. [...]

I could feel Rob hoping that my own efforts would help me. In a hundred ways he tried his best to help me on his own. [...]

The next few days, in mid-February 1982, found me determined to clear up the hearing problem—and on one level at least, it was that determination that led me finally to the hospital’s emergency room. [...]

[...] Eddie seeing me might think understandably: how can she offer any hope for mankind, etc., when she cant even walk across the room? [...] I mean that in my mind the symptoms were associated with my work as if they cast aspersions on it—quite apart from worrying about what they did to me. [...]

(Eddie Albert calls again today telling me he just finished Speaks, asking about world problems, starvation, good and evil, etc. [...]

[...] I am not unaware of your activities, nor of yours (to Vera), but it is tempting for me to take the easy way out. [...]

[...] They may be to you but to me they are highly hallucinary. [...]

You think that the bodies that you have are permanent, but it is highly difficult for me to see the specific bodies that you now occupy, since I see you in all your reincarnational involvements and some of them have been highly involved indeed! [...]

I am glad that you find me lovable. [...]

You may, along with your dream suggestions, suggest that you see me on a dream projection, and I will tell you that I am I so you will know me.

My heartiest regards to you both, and if Ruburt will look and listen for me, he would know that he would find me.

Earlier suggestions given by me should be heeded. [...]

I will make myself better known to you when you are ready for me to do so.

That is an original term with me, as far as I know.

[...] Whenever she dictated an answer to me, or part of one, it is noted in the text of the answer at the exact point dictation began. [...]

[...] However, I like you to work with me consciously.

[...] Jane will probably be able to receive me direct. [...]

(Seth’s mention of Ed Robbins, who now lives in New Paltz, NY, struck me as rather strange. [...] Later, while I was living in my hometown of Sayre, PA, I received a phone call from Ed inviting me to work with him on a project in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...] Indeed, Ed introduced me to Jane the day after I moved to Saratoga, where I lived for about a year in the mid-fifties. [...]

(Smiling broadly, her eyes very dark, Jane stared at me. [...]

(“Why, Jane and me, I suppose.”)

Sometimes you read me correctly. [...]

(She called me last night. [...]

[...] “That really upsets me,” she said. [...]

[...] My idea in it, that we should forget the concentration on health problems for a while, was one that she’d had herself this morning, she told me, in surprise. [...]

[...] And I couldn’t see her doing that, especially if often she never even sees the typed session, but hears me read it to her. [...]

[...] Jane wanted me to be sure to ask Seth about the cat in case that personality failed to mention it voluntarily.

[...] Jane was present at the lumber company in Wellsburg when the bill was made out, but like me at the time she paid no particular attention to it, and hadn’t seen it since then.

His condition was not severe enough to strike me. [...]

[...] Now without pausing in particular she got up from her favorite Kennedy rocker and sat in a chair across the table from me. [...]