“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I dreamed that I was a woman of indeterminate age, perhaps around 50, and that in some way I was trying to improve, or wanted others to improve with me. [...] My father was in the dream with me as I knew him in “real” life, and oddly enough he was about the same age as I was in the dream. [...]

(Seth-Jane’s delivery soon had me writing along at a very brisk pace in order to keep up.)

[...] Since Jane doesn’t look at the book, she is unable to remind me of such points unless I happen to discuss them with her, and I forgot to do that, too.)

[...] And it will do you no good to ask me what they are.

(Here Jane pointed emphatically at me. [...]

(This statement took me by surprise, until I remembered that in the 63rd session, June 17, 1964, page 159, Seth had given a date of Sept. [...]

Ruburt is blocking me. [...]

[...] Quite naturally, it seemed, I now realized that I was seeing a robed figure standing in a doorway, just beyond Jane’s right shoulder as she faced me seated in her rocker. The figure was perhaps three feet tall, standing facing me but with the light coming from the doorway behind so that the face was in shadow.

In those terms then, in some inconceivable future, Jane will not become me, nor grow into me. [...]

[...] The emergence of the Ruburt episode leads me to speak to Jane in these terms so that there will be no misunderstanding.

[...] Jane is correct in the idea she received from me this afternoon. [...]

[...] They think that if they had their own supersoul they would have far better sense than Ruburt, and they would use me as if I were a magic genie. They are afraid Ruburt might go too far, and question me out of existence, for they do not understand that Ruburt’s questions, and your own, your sense of integrity, are partially responsible for a “superman” rather than a supermouse.

(The last session, deleted, for June 27, had helped both Jane and me—at least once more we’d started the painful process of searching for insights into our belief systems. [...]

[...] This situation also makes me think that if I wrote Through My Eyes, people wouldn’t pay much attention to that either, on a large-enough scale to make it worth doing. [...]

[...] They want to believe that he depends upon me to make all his decisions, and they do not want to hear about his independent thinking. [...]

[...] One point (to me:) You missed me at Ruburt’s classes. [...]

[...] (Jane, as Seth, pointed at me for emphasis.) And for the first time in any existence.

Our own sessions should also show a depth that we have not reached before, and I believe that Ruburt will allow me greater freedoms. [...]

[...] For some reason I felt at the time that she did not want to explore too deep a state this evening; but events proved me mistaken here. [...]

[...] I seemed to “click out” when Seth spoke, yet a tremendous sense of energy rushed through me as he did so. Except for the mirror image at the end, nothing bothered me.

Rob laughed at this, and so did I when he read me the notes. [...] He knows me so well, of course, in almost every mood, that he’s in an excellent position to judge the differences and similarities between my personality and Seth’s.

[...] To me the extra fingers bent so grotesquely looked waxen, almost wet, as though freshly molded. [...]

[...] ‘Now,’ Seth said to me, ‘very carefully reach out and touch the hand. [...]

[...] (To me, humorously.) The familiar human component is necessary, and it is by my characteristics that you know me, but the entity is an ancient one, and we are far more concerned with other things than your position at your bank.

[...] (To me, humorously:) And welcome back to the sessions.

Give me a moment.

[...] In fact, with the exception of the 6-month prediction, they tied all of the data together quite easily around one family situation; they explained the situation to Jane and me, but it will be but briefly summarized here. [...]

[...] “I was really out — he could have kept me under for four hours …” She explained that just before the session began she’d received glimmerings of the material to come, but hadn’t had time to tell me about it. [...]

2. The “real estate people” who showed Jane and me through the Markle place last Thursday, April 25, are a husband-and-wife team who operate a small real estate and insurance agency in Sayre. [...] From my grade-school days I thought I remembered the house’s large living room especially; for the Markles had raised two children who were contemporary with my next youngest brother and me; sometimes the four of us met at the house, then went to school together.

(Just before she went into trance, Jane said to me: “I’ve got something fascinating for you …”)

[...] There are more “coincidences” involved than those Seth described tonight, none of them consciously known to Jane and me before the Sayre adventure: Mr. Markle is in a nursing home but a few miles from where we live in Elmira, and my mother spent her last days in a similar home less than 15 miles away; one of Mr. Markle’s children lives in Elmira, and is connected with a store Jane and I have visited; Mr. Johnson, of the real estate couple that conducted us about in Sayre, did sign painting and truck lettering as a younger man, as I did; he and I had several mutual acquaintances in Sayre, among them an older artist of some reputation — and now deceased — that we had known in our high school days; and so forth.

[...] She asked me to read the session to her, saying that she’d try again later to read it. [...]

[...] She’d told me today when I got there at noon that a second drainage spot had opened up on the leg wound, underneath, and that it too was draining. [...]

(Even though she said she wanted to try for a session, later in the afternoon, when she started in Jane caught me by surprise. [...]

[...] But Jane asked me to read her Seth’s last sentence, then she went back into trance.)

(I’d stopped asking Jane for sessions, private or regular, since most of the time it seemed obvious that she wasn’t up to it, so she rather surprised me after supper tonight by saying that if I “sat with her” for ten minutes or so she’d see if she could have a session. She added that she often thought of trying something that way, but that she hesitated to ask me to take the time to sit around in case nothing happened, since she knew I was trying to work as much as I could on the intro for Seth’s Dreams. [...]

(This course of action has been reminding me, of course, of Seth’s assertion that Jane’s thyroid has regenerated itself in the past. [...]

(“See, now, that really bothers me,” Jane said at 8:l6. [...]

[...] She didn’t remember much of what Seth had said—yet she also knew she’d told me various parts of the material through the day. [...]

(Then Jane told me that Jan was in this morning, and told her that the ulcers were looking very good—meaning that there has been considerable improvement in them since Jane saw them last. [...]

[...] And each time the balloons in the first of the page’s panels were unintelligible to me, for some reason. [...]

(While she waited to see what she’d do next, Jane told me to get my paper and pen ready for a session.)

[...] Margaret Bumbalo had called earlier in the afternoon and invited me over for supper. [...]

[...] We talked about many things, and he’s to get back to me regarding Jane’s social security, disability payments, income, and so on. He’s also ordered a birth certificate for me from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania and is to check with social security about what benefits I may be able to get while still working.

[...] As I left the house, I was greeted in the driveway by Frank Longwell, who was checking up on whether I was watering the back yard and the new tree the way he told me to.

[...] I did some mail until she told me she was ready for a session.)

(“Aren’t you expecting me? Seth told me you would be. …”

(After listening to me discuss the second question for a couple of minutes, Jane said she had an answer to it, or at least a partial one. [...]

[...] Just let me state here that we found ourselves confronting a well-educated individual who was deeply afraid of her own energy. [...]

(And Jane had something to tell me: She had been able to account for her strange restlessness this evening as soon as Barbara appeared, for she realized she’d been “picking up” that the session would be interrupted. [...]

[...] This is not as definite, but we think it applies to Bill Gallagher more than Don and me. All three of us have had military service, Bill and me in World War Two on active duty. [...]

(Jane was sleepy before the session, but did not tell me until after the envelope data had been obtained.

Now, do you have an envelope for me, Joseph?

(Her eyes now closed, Jane reached out to take the double sealed envelope for the 73rd experiment from me. [...]

I am aware of several matters that you would like me to discuss, and we shall cover them. [...]

My remark in our last session, concerning the aid that Ruburt subconsciously gave me in connection with the voice effect, did not have to do with the inner voice heard by Philip. [...]

Ruburt helped me in producing that voice that he himself heard, simply because of certain electromagnetic alterations that occur within the trance state; and Ruburt was in a trance state upon the specific occasion of which I was speaking.

It was easier for me to make certain realignments and adjustments of a necessary nature. [...]

[...] And you will all learn what true communication is, for you will learn to communicate in various levels of consciousness and you will learn to listen to me in various levels of consciousness, and you will learn to know me in various levels of consciousness so that you can see (feel?)[sic] beneath the words as well as hear the surface of the words. [...]

[...] Now listen to me. [...]

What you are telling me now is a handy guise. [...]

([Gert:] “Can you give me any help on this French business that I keep getting?”)

[...] And if you will forgive me, we are giving you one quick boot and we will leave the sentence there so that you will not be able to use language as a hiding place any longer. [...] Far be it from me to cheat you. [...]

[...] After I said that this one [Mary Ellen] told me something that she has been thinking all week and all I did was mouth her words for her again.”)

([Bette:] “And you aren’t going to tell me why I did it, are you?”)

You tell me why you did it, I am not used to such goings on. [...]

[...] We are coming through so clearly in fact that he is now in the process of learning how to disentangle himself from me. I leave willingly, but my energy is so strong that he does not know how to let me go. [...]

(Smile.) Joseph… Ruburt does not have to ask me questions. [...]

[...] Give me a moment here.

[...] Now hear me. [...]

Part of me doesn’t want to contend with this material at all but last night I had one of the strangest, quite frightening experiences—all the odder because there are so few real events to hang on to. [...]

[...] A psychological force who wanted me to understand the danger of such a course, and when I went back to sleep somehow the entire thing would happen again.... [...]

I equate this with three events: a movie I saw on TV the night before last where Sean Connery sees through the god of his people after reading The Wizard of Oz; a Raggedy Ann doll Rob found in the yard and brought in that reminded me of my old Suzie; and a part of a review I read yesterday on a book about death. [...]