“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She roused herself enough to stubbornly maintain that she’d give me more later. [...] I also knew that my wife feared the effect of the message upon me—for what could the phrase she’d already given me mean, except that her soul had at least considered the possibility of leaving her physical body, perhaps to find shelter in a nonphysical realm? [...]

Lest I give an inaccurate picture of my wife, however, let me add that she combines instances of that seeming intransigence with a profound intuitive innocence before nature (and thus All That Is), and with a great literal acceptance of nature’s manifestations and of her own being and creations within that framework. Although she’s not entirely in agreement with me on this point, I think that essentially Jane is a mystic—not an easy thing to be in our extroverted, materialistic society, for it represents a way of life that’s little understood these days. [...] It took me a long time to realize this. [...]

[...] No instructions were given to me except to close my eyes as the test progressed. [...] The obvious unconcern on the part of that middle-aged female attendant made me furious.

[...] It reminded me at once of a dirge or an elegy, and I felt chills as I began to intuitively understand just how meaningful it was, even without any translation at all.

[...] Then in the bathroom it came to me as we prepared to retire: the feeling in the groin was like a knot—and my realization had been triggered by Seth’s remark about tension I had created in that area. In a flash the understanding led me to a very obvious conclusion that, it seems I should have reached on my own earlier: the knotty feeling was very much like the muscle spasms I’d experienced in the back, years ago when we’d lived on West Water St. These had been so bad that I’d lost months of work; the sessions had begun as Jane tried to help me, as well as for her own needs, in 1963.

[...] We’d been visited today by Loren, Betts and Doug, and Dick, Ida and David, and at times my left groin area had bothered me considerably. [...]

[...] and so forth, I felt the discomfort in the left groin sweep over me in waves. [...]

[...] Then as I sat making notes, Jane called in to me that she felt better, that she’d try a session after all. [...]

(I don’t. This hasn’t really been a point with me, although at times I would get mad at Artistic for at least not offering me something more. At the same time I told myself the low pay prevented me from ever deciding to make a career of it there, and let it go at that.)

[...] True, Jane didn’t express those feelings to me in those terms, but she let me know she was quite upset, etc. [...]

[...] (Jane told me about some of them at the time; which I thought an advancement.) He was scandalized and outraged. [...]

[...] (Louder, humorously, reaching forward to tap me on the foot:) Now do you want any more personal material?

[...] It is, if you will forgive me, too well-tamed — yet all in all you’ve done wonders. [...] (Whispering:) This is, after all, me, and my land.”

[...] “They are all me,” you think, though each is very different. [...]

[...] You are me without my towering volcano, ignorant of the thundering magic of flowing lava, calm and rather stupid (emphatically), if the truth be known.”

[...] My life is far the better, and you two are only poor shadowy counterparts of me.”

Several of the brightest young rheumatologists and orthopedic surgeons had my future all mapped out for me, or so it appeared, as they discussed my case. When they spoke to Rob and me I tried to listen, but my hearing was still so poor that it was nearly impossible to make out one full sentence at a time. [...] But one doctor soberly told me that I’d never walk again, or even put my weight upon my feet again, unless I underwent a series of joint-replacement operations—if, he cautioned, I proved to be a “proper candidate.”

It seemed to me that once medical science got hold of you it wanted to justify its existence, to exercise its wonders for those fortunate or unfortunate enough to be considered “proper candidates” for its full ministrations.

[...] (We didn’t have nearly enough money, but could qualify for adequate insurance by fulfilling the terms of an 11-month waiting period.) But regardless of cost, one orthopedist saw me staying right in the hospital—now that I was there—until the entire procedure was finished. [...]

(A one-minute pause at 9:13, eyes blinking, then closing.) One doctor told me that my body’s mobility would be bound to change for the better as my thyroid gland …

[...] I think that it operates as a psychological and psychic framework that frees me from normal verbal reference, letting me express and communicate inner feelings and data that lie just beneath formalized word patterns.

I consider the book “mine” in that I don’t believe it could have been written without me and my particular abilities. [...]

To me, the Seth Material is no longer a continuing manuscript of fascinating theories to be carefully judged against reality. [...]

[...] This led to another group of poems, The Speakers. To me this all means that there is a rich vein of creativity and knowledge available to each according to his abilities, just beneath the surface of usual consciousness. [...]

[...] She seldom asked me to do this, since after supper on any Thursday I’d be busy in my studio at the back of the apartment, typing up my crude homemade shorthand notes of the session she’d given the evening before for just the two of us.

[...] Do not be frightened of me. [...]

[...] However you would not recognize me now, though I do indeed remember you. [...]

[...] And you may tell Ruburt for me, Joseph (smile), that I thank him…

(At 11:00 this morning our lawyer called to tell me that Blue Cross has agreed to pay our insurance claim. [...]

(I told Jane that last night I’d had another long, torturous dream in which I’d been pursued through rooms by unknown men who were after me for some unexplained reason. [...]

(After I’d told her about the insurance thing, and Jane had told me about her increased motions, she added that she now felt that everything would be fine, and that she would recover. [...]

[...] I understand that the wait seemed longer to you than to me, but I was not concerned.

Now, he would like me to say something concerning some other matters, and so I shall.

In all probability you will become aware of me first either in a dream projection or in a session. [...]

If you call on me to help you in a dream projection, I will help you, though you may or may not remember the dream projection or my help. [...]

[...] If you keep your mind on me when you give your projection suggestions, it will be easier for you to remember our encounters.

[...] The main point is that then Barb told me that the male child referred to the illegitimate child of a girl friend and that all the other details given were correct, in reference to this child.

(Now approximately six months later, she told me last night that the session had shocked her considerably. [...]

(Toward the end of the session, I was in an emotional turmoil, still in trance and for this Barb told me at the time she had no explanation. [...]

[...] After Marilyn left Jane and I discovered that both of us had been alarmed by the child in some vague way; his actions had been quite overtly strong, we thought, involving such things as pretending to kill our cat Willy, taking swings at Jane and me, etc. [...]

(When I spend too much time going out, Seth told me, too many evenings in a row visiting or dancing, I get depressed because I feel it is a waste of time in spite of the psychic benefits to be derived from being with others. [...]

[...] I am now aware of this however, and Seth told me I saved the situation last Saturday evening at Mihalyk’s by asking Jane to dance.)

He was a personality from my entity, entirely independent from me and from my control, as I have explained that such personalities are. [...] There was an affinity to begin with, but Ruburt simply could not reach far enough, or within and through the inner senses enough, to contact me directly; and there are what you may call for simplicity’s sake, conventions of conduct which I would not break.

(Just before the session was due, Jane remarked that she hoped Seth would discuss the Frank Watts material, thus saving me the trouble of asking the question during the session. [...]

It is true that it is difficult for you to take me at my word when I suggest action in the practical world, particularly when such suggested action may seem neither practical nor possible. [...]

[...] I realize that the material is no new bible, believe me. [...]

Such a book would be written during our sessions however, dictated by me, for our friend Ruburt would not let me inside his own writing hours.

[...] It would include the ways in which perceptive mechanisms operate, the manners by which I must activate Ruburt’s associative patterns in the case of clairvoyant information, and what your life looks like to me who observes it from such a unique perspective.

The first book would of course introduce me, and it would involve a study of mediumship; not from the viewpoint of the medium, but from the viewpoint of the personality for which she speaks.

It would involve a look and an examination of your system of reality as it appears to me. [...]

(Since I knew so little about the time of Christ, it’s taken me a while to do the extra reading necessary so that I could write appropriate session notes. Sue Watkins, a member of Jane’s ESP class and our personal friend, has been very helpful; she has loaned me books on the period so that I could be sure of historical references.

[...] Jane sat in her rocker, facing Sue and me on the couch. [...] There was a light to Jane’s left, and one lit beside me. [...]

[...] (Humorously, to me): You do want to be able to hear me over there, don’t you?

[...] (To me): I have a few notes for your edification.

[...] I told her that the swings fascinated me, but scared me also, because they were so high. Her automobile was parked nearby, and it suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea how I came to this place — which was in Ohio, I knew. This should have been a clue to me that I was dreaming, but instead I explained rapidly that I am an excellent hiker. [...]

[...] On the shelf directly in front of me was a stack of towels, all more or less the same size, as if they were of a set. [...] I could see what was in front of me clearly, but something blocked my vision to the right. [...] At first, nothing told me whose house this was, so I asked mentally, and got the words, “Tom’s, one of your students.”

[...] This, in itself, should have told me that I was out of my body, but the realization didn’t come. [...] Mrs. Butts?” she kept saying, exactly as she used to when she came to me for help.

[...] A few days later Peg called me with a strange story. A newspaper man, a colleague of hers, told Peg that, though he didn’t know me at all, he awakened in the middle of the night convinced that I was in his room. [...]

[...] The wave of feeling washed over me very strongly. Although everyone about me was talking quite loudly, I had the weird sensation of voices within me, of mouths open or crying in soundless rhythm. I also felt, or sensed or perhaps glimpsed, a great chute or trough or pathway of some kind that reached down into me from above me, or at least from outside of me. [...] I believe, now that I look back, that this time I barely glimpsed the possibility that this might be an attempt at communication with me, from where I don’t know, or that perhaps it might be a premonitory warning. [...]

[...] I had just finished my first small glass of wine when a wave of “feeling” swept over me from foot to head. [...] When it first swept over me, I wondered if the wine was responsible, though actually I had drunk very little.

[...] I was alone in the art room, eating lunch at my desk, when the feeling swept over me from head to foot. There was no warning, no pain, but the surprise of it doubled me over my desk. [...]

It certainly didn’t take you by surprise, however, since I felt that you almost expected me to visit.

[...] I’d tried to counter the worries while working this morning, and had succeeded at times, but the concerns bugged me; each day I look for word in the mail, but it never comes. [...]

[...] Steve is to send payment for the legal fees incurred by me so far for the tape question. [...]

[...] Steve had told me this morning that she’s supposed to use it for a couple of weeks, then see some results. [...]

[...] This in turn led me to speculate about probable realities in general as I drove to the hospital this afternoon. [...]

[...] These people all like me very much. [...] One man puts an arm out to assist me. [...]

[...] The second one left me with strong feelings of joy and discovery, seemingly out of all proportion to the dream itself.

[...] I don’t recall that the voices bothered me now or if I heard them, though I had not turned the back radio off. [...]

(A paperboy comes across the yard and calls me by name. [...]

(“Wait—can you help me with that spelling? [...] Reading these notes over, Jane told me I had spelled the word incorrectly, that it should be dyniad. [...]

[...] When she became aware of them, she got a pain in a leg, but a little later did tell me about them.)

[...] (9:35.) Let me add, before your break, a few other remarks to this portion. [...]

[...] In our sessions and in your work with me, various kinds of teaching methods have been used, and will be. [...]

[...] In Chapter 1 of The Seth Material, Jane quoted Seth-to-be from the 4th session for December 8, 1963, as that personality came through on the Ouija board (which we’d used to initiate these sessions): “You may call me whatever you choose. [...] It fits the me of me….” [...]

[...] Now Ruburt called me originally (last Saturday night) at unconscious levels because he was upset with “earth programming.” [...] I was not speaking to Ruburt personally when he heard me, but addressing myself to the world at large in a program that was indeed picked up by others.

[...] “I know he said that was the end of book work” she told me, “but I think there’s more on it. So if you’ll get me a new pack of cigarettes….” [...]

“You believe that you cannot speak to me unless I have a name, so I am Seth … I told Ruburt from our earliest sessions that he could call me Seth. [...]