“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] For if Ruburt finds it mystifying to speak for me, so do I find it mystifying to speak... [...] It is some experience, indeed, for me...

[...] I am still not pleased with the hair arrangement; it does not suit me.

[...] He received a message from me this afternoon. [...]

[...] to please you I will make a bargain with you: I will not mention your problem if you do not want me to—(There followed another humorous exchange between Seth and Bill.) Some Jesuits are sorrowful jokers, and laugh while the tears roll down their cheeks. [...]

(Just as I turned Jane on her side after the session, our neighbor Joe Bumbalo — who is very ill with cancer — called to invite me to share Chinese food and rhubarb pie with him and his wife, Margaret. [...] Joe, lying on his couch, saw me trying to swallow, and called Margaret from the kitchen. [...] Margaret, who had been a school nurse, used the Heimlich maneuver: she wrapped her strong arms around me from the back and squeezed. [...]

[...] “I’ll have a smoke while you read it to me.” [...]

(At last break I’d asked Jane if Seth could say a few words about why my front tooth was bothering me. [...] The tooth was still bothering me at break.

(After the session I told Jane that my pendulum had told me that my tooth was bothering me because I was worried about her teeth these weeks. [...]

[...] I hope you will forgive me if I do some dictation on my book. I have to get him (pointing to me) when I can get him, if I want to get my book done.

[...] Let me hasten to tell you that all such ability is not necessarily conscious, and that much of it takes place during the sleep state when you are simply not aware of it.

[...] Like a bad penny, you cannot get rid of me.

[...] This is the same kind of form in which you travel in out-of-body projections, and again let me remind my readers that each of them leaves the body for some time each night during sleep.

Since the publication of my first ESP book, many people have written me to tell me of their own instances of telepathy, clairvoyance, precognition, or projection. [...]

[...] [Earlier Seth had explained that this “psychological bridge” was constructed by both of us.] When you wish to contact me at other than [the] usual appointed times, I may or may not be easily available. Your own emotional need would be known to me, however. [...]

[...] “You know all of me that you are able to know at any given time in your terms. It would be relatively impossible for me to make my full reality clear to you, for your understanding would not contain it. [...]

These experiences have taught me this: We are multidimensional personalities now—you and I and everyone else. [...]

[...] “I’m getting two things: The session’s going to be book dictation, which surprises me, but it’s also going to be on what’s happening to me now…. [...]

(She had something of a cold, but had told me earlier in the evening that she wanted to hold the session. She fell quiet now after reassuring me that she was all right. [...]

(Jane told me that her feelings of massiveness had left her by the time she began her own dissertation. [...] “I feel that no matter which way I turn, there’s a path laid out for me — and I never felt that way before.” [...]

(Jane, in an obvious state of altered or enhanced consciousness, not only outlined all of Politics today, but wrote four manuscript pages that will either go into its Introduction or Chapter 1. All of the material poured out of her in a most remarkable, unimpeded way — “… as though it was already finished somewhere else, just waiting for me to get it down. [...]

[...] I write ‘were’ out of habit, because I have this delightful feeling that my printing, writing, and newspaper interests now are what led me to be drawn to the same things back then, even as my work there caused me to be interested in the same things now — an exchange across the board.

[...] Since Sue herself is a Sumari, like Jane and me, I asked her to write an account of her feelings, thinking it would furnish a good example of one person’s emotional and intellectual involvement with a family of consciousness other than their own — and yes, of their reincarnational memories of those activities.

“It all gives me this feeling of great hilarity that I often have about these ideas. [...]

5. “My friend wanted nothing but plain, simple letters — nothing fancy,” Sue told Jane and me as we discussed her material. [...]

(Jane then asked me if her book, To Hear a Dolphin, would be accepted by the publisher who now had it. [...]

(Jane asked me her second question, as we sat with our hands on the pointer:

[...] What is the significance of this name for me?”

(I answered, eyes closed, describing a picture I saw before me:

[...] Polly was a rather emotional young woman, and she asked me if I could “pick up” any impressions about her. [...] Apparently my curiosity got the best of me. [...]

At first the pain frightened me so that I just blurted out what was happening; I didn’t mean to embarrass Polly. [...] Before she went, she called to tell me that the episode was quite legitimate. [...]

[...] “But if we ‘momentarily put aside’ the ego,” she said to me, “won’t we be unconscious?”

[...] Seth answered for me—his way. [...]

[...] She called me as I wrote my own dream material in my writing room. In the kitchen, she began to quote to me the first paragraph of what she was getting.

(I tried hard to focus on what she was telling me, so that I could write it down at once, but as she continued I saw that I’d inevitably lose a lot of it. [...] The first paragraph below substantially repeats what she first told me. [...]

[...] It was more me topside, but he was definitely there at the end.”

(I thought Seth’s definitely at least influencing her delivery, too, for it had “smoothed out” a bit compared to the slightly uneven manner in which she’d begun giving me the material.

I have told you often that I use the means available to me for teaching purposes, and many of you wondering when I use the voice with force, why I do so, should by now recognize the fact that the energy generated is spent by you in many ways, and that if atoms and molecules could jump up and sing in a great congregation then they would, indeed, make such a noise in such a fashion in their own way and to remind you not to be so sober and not to hold your problems as gates holding back the universe. If I can afford to be undignified and show myself then it seems to me that you can. [...]

Now do not bring me down in this particular subject to specifics this evening because you can help aged parents out of a feeling of vengeance and be very glad that you are strong and they are weak and take great unholy pride over the idea that you are finally stronger than they are. [...] Do you follow me? [...]

[...] But, then, no one asked me about the nature of evolution before until recently when our friend, Joseph, read a book. [...]

[...] If you understood me, you would realize then that you are highly unique, and that those problems and challenges that you have can be met by no others, and that those private elements of your personal life that seem so uncosmic are, indeed, of great importance. [...]

(I also learned that no particular painting of mine was involved, nor were my efforts to project this afternoon; that the survival personality was unknown to me, and that the pendulum couldn’t tell me who the personality was.

(To me, now, at 9:02): You, for example, did not operate within a cycle in those terms. [...]

(Not long after these sessions began, several years ago, Seth told Jane and me that the three of us had experienced lives in Denmark in the 1600’s. Ever since then I’ve thought my interest in the art of Western Europe for that same period, embracing the work of Rembrandt and Vermeer, Van Dyke, and Rubens, et al., more than coincidental. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] This time I picked a negative I had taken during our vacation in 1964 at York Beach, ME. [...] This place has strong emotional attachments for Jane and me. [...]

Joseph, you will let me know if and when I speak too swiftly.

Do you have a test for me this evening?

(Peggy said that she watched me rather than Jane during the test, and that I did not betray by facial movement anything about whether Jane was doing well on the test, or not well.

[...] Instead she too paced about the room, her eyes open and very dark, and spoke to me as I stretched. [...] She lit a cigarette and said she’d let me tell her when I was ready to resume.

[...] The card was mailed to Jane and me by my mother from Tunkhannock, PA, on August 11,1966. [...]

(Jane now took the sealed double envelope from me without opening her eyes. [...]

[...] To me a reference to some shape, dark and narrow, with the feeling of motion involved, as a falling through or a falling out. [...]

(Margaret Bumbalo called this morning and invited me over for supper this evening. [...] The staff people had had a lunch of chicken wings and pizza, which I’d told them to order, treat on me. [...] Jane brought in two slices of pizza—so I forgot to bring them home with me at 7:05 PM tonight.... [...]

[...] Jane called me at about 9:50, for the first time in a long while. [...]

[...] While I attempted to sleep, one idea from among many sprang out at me, literally shocking me: ‘We are IN God. [...]

(Jane described her altered state of consciousness to me while it was in progress on Monday, of course, then the next morning she wrote as complete an account of it as she could. [...]

[...] I came across his essay, The Poet, in which he talked about the ‘speakers’ as being those who use their inner abilities to ‘speak the inner secrets of nature.’ The essay impressed me strongly, seeming to echo elements in my own writing and psychic characteristics; and of course I thought of Seth’s ‘Speakers’ as he described them in Chapter Twenty of Seth Speaks. [...]

[...] When this happens to me, this state that we think of as subjective life turns real and objective, and is then viewed in the same way that our normal physical life is.

(The gesturing hand in the painting beckoned to me in three-dimensional form, Jane said, as the painting moved through the window—this was a clear invitation to me to project, accompanied and guided by Seth. [...]

[...] You particularly (to me) had intuitional releases, rather delicate ones, that are in the process of taking place—that is, the process is still being completed. [...]

Now give me a moment. [...]

Now with this background, give me a moment. [...]

([Natalie:] “Was this my friend that talks to me in dreams?”)

[...] Certain key words in other words, if you will forgive me, were highly symbolic, and if you read the Bible along one surface line then you read a story highly ambiguous, called by many, but if you understood the meaning of the Word, as divorced from the literal interpretation of the Word, then you read an allegory and the allegory was highly important. [...]

[...] When you are ready for me to really tell you, I will tell you. [...]

Now (to Rachel) before I forget, Ruburt asked me and, of course, the answer is yes, whether or not you put up your Christmas tree. [...]

[...] Now Ruburt has not, in his imagination, given me a particular physical image, and dreaming at your level involves visual images. So he does not dream of me in that way.

For each time when they come to her aid she says to herself, “If they did not love me they would not help me.” [...]

He does contact me however without his conscious knowledge in his dreams on some occasions. [...]

You have also communicated with me in this manner, Joseph, for your edification. [...]

[...] Ann, a complete stranger, called me on the phone one morning. Since she dialed me directly, there was no indication that this was a long-distance call, and I thought she was calling from town, particularly since she mentioned having relatives in Elmira. She told me that her son, Peter, had died a few months ago at the age of three. She and her husband were distraught, she said, and a friend of theirs, Ray Van Over, a parapsychologist in New York, had suggested she call me.

[...] (The thing is, when I consciously think in such a limited fashion, my intuitive inner self rises up and shows me that much more is involved than the ego. Actually I think that these abilities flow through us as the wind flows through the branches.) Ann wrote me a letter shortly after, telling me that she and Jim no longer felt the tremendous sorrow that had burdened them earlier.

[...] I was so pleased to be able to help Ann and Jim; and that session and others like it have helped me also by showing me the value of ideas that originally I could not accept. [...]

I told Rob, and while he said that it was up to me, he wasn’t too happy. [...]