“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You want me to deprive you of experience that you need, and in the reality in which you now exist, and in which you are learning very well to manipulate. You shall not get in the habit of having me tell you what will happen. [...]

Now if you please, give me a moment, and I shall use it well. [...]

[...] He kindly allows me to use, or rather operate his vocal cords. [...]

[...] Ruburt, and Joseph also, have known me in past lives, and our overall psychological structures have very significant similarities that make our communications possible.

[...] When you wish to contact me at other than appointed times, I may or may not be easily (underlined) available. Your own emotional need and impetus will however be made known to me. [...]

[...] You know all of me that you are able to know, at any given time in your terms. (Pause.) It would be relatively (underlined)but certainly practically impossible, for me to make my full reality clear to you, now, in our sessions, for your understanding would not contain it.

A certain portion of my reality is therefore available to you during our appointed times, and the bridgework of which we have spoken is always available; and using it Ruburt can call upon me on other occasions.

As I have told you, to some extent then projection is involved, both on my part and on Ruburt’s. The question, am I always available to you when you want me, is based upon the old limited concept of personality (pointing to Sue, humorously), for even our friend here can be in two places at the same time—and I have had more training.

(The staff had a party this noon for Susie, an aide who goes into surgery Friday for a kneecap problem, and I found plenty of food waiting for me in 330. When lunch came Jane couldn’t eat some of the food on the tray, but, surprisingly, did well with the pizza the kids had saved for me. [...]

(Earlier today she’d showed me how she’d discovered quite by “accident” that she could reach down to touch the inside of her right thigh with her left hand—farther than she’s reached in a long time. [...]

(Jane was having a smoke at 6:45 when she asked me if I wanted to have a short session before I left for the evening. [...]

[...] And whatever he said about me, just give it to me and I’ll follow it to a T.”)

(Last April 18 Seth gave a private session for me that for the past several months I’ve been rereading almost daily. [...]

[...] She’s also told me that just this weekend has she realized that she really didn’t want to walk, as “long as it didn’t hurt too much not to.” [...]

[...] She’d encountered me there, in my own out-of-body state, and we engaged in a very animated conversation. [...] Yet, since I’d been awake while she slept, we speculated that those same habitual cleaning chores had also occupied me enough consciously to mask my awareness of what another part of me was up to.)

I’ve always felt
that I’ve always known you,
yet you surprise me daily
with new versions
of your personhood
that then I remember.

(“And the same number of times for Jane and me?”)

(“Can you give a life reading for me?”)

(“Can you tell me how my husband made his living?”)

(“Did you know me in that life, Frank Watts?”)

[...] Jane said she had something to tell me, but had trouble concentrating. She sat on the divan beside me, and at 10:10 was practically asleep.

[...] These are natural to you, but they do not apply to me.

[...] I have participated in other existences and moment points that you might find confining, but that was challenging to me. [...]

[...] A clearing, he tells me, has taken place, and you are better able to act together as (eyes open) one, almost, in these circumstances. [...]

You asked me, or you meant to ask me, why this material was being given to you, that is to you and Ruburt. [...] You are open-minded, and I speak of both of you; not fools, and not ready to cast me in the guise of potbellied Cupid, Buddha, god, saint or devil. [...]

[...] You said something, Joseph, that got me on this subject. [...] However this reminds me of something else.

I have more or less avoided giving you the kind of so-called evidence that would be so handy in explaining me to others. [...]

[...] As far as your neurotics are concerned—for some reason speaking of the affairs usually called seances reminded me of neurotics—as far as neurotics are concerned, this neuroticism is part and parcel of an inadequacy on the part of the physical body and the personality both, that involves an inability to handle camouflage patterns.

[...] This makes it difficult for me to speak to her specifically, for it is not easy for me then to look into her circumstances. [...] But so far, while you are interested, you have not quite allowed me to probe into your circumstances easily.

[...] You are wishing for many answers from me, and I have always felt the pull of your inquiries. [...]

Strangely enough, it can be knocked down most easily, if you can think of me in terms in no way occult or mysterious, but simply as a personality engaged in an endeavor which science will soon come to accept, as simply one of the many facts of existence of which they have previously known but little.

[...] The fact that he was willing enough to allow me to request a test is however a point in our favor.

[...] Her Rembrandt is her great and most welcome gift to me, and leaves me humbled indeed. [...]

(To me:) You are already collecting material yourself, but that will be your own surprise to you.

[...] Don’t look at me like that....” [...]

Now he is so concerned however that I tell you whether or not Ace will take the book, it is difficult for me to speak clearly on the issue. (Pause.) Give me a moment. [...]

[...] If the material is important enough to you, then the emotional impetus behind it is communicated to me, and I attempt to get you your information.

[...] There is nothing to prevent his seeing me on such occasions but his own attitude, as I have said before. [...]

Your other question, to me, is a curious one.

[...] She told me that she’d often written that her vision was much improved when her symptoms were better: “The colors are great today,” etc. [...]

“Let thy will be done” meant “Let me follow those greater dictates of my inner nature.” [...]

[...] When Christ said “Believe in me, and you will be saved,” he meant “Believe in your relationship to God, in that you are his son, as I am, and you will surely be saved.” [...]

When this happens you actually symbolically say “Let thy will be done,” meaning “Let my greater nature, my spontaneous nature, flow through me without impediment, and without quibbling.” [...]

1. Speaking of books: Even with all of the help Jane has given me lately on Psyche and Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality (see the opening notes for sessions 821 and 823, respectively), I’m still only too conscious of the work I have to do to finish the notes and other material for both books, and put together their manuscripts for the publisher. [...] At times this feeling can beset me, and I may find myself trying to estimate the number of weeks it’ll take me to finish Volume 2 first, then Psyche.

[...] Jane’s dream made me a little envious [even if an element of fear might be involved in such an event], since I don’t recall ever having had one like it. [...]

[...] This doesn’t bother me.”

3. Seth’s material on individual creativity at once reminded me of a certain passage of his in the private, or deleted, portion of the 580th session for April 12, 1971. [...]

One remark: As far as your participation as of now in our books, it might be better, Joseph (as Seth calls me), if you do not think in terms of notes so much, but instead in terms of your writing contribution. Do you follow me?

[...] “I wish I had your confidence in me,” she remarked at one point. [...]

[...] Jane believed me, finally, and in the course of the conversation I learned that she’s also been worrying about which of Seth’s recent sessions should be presented in Mass Events. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

(The day before yesterday Jane told me that she had directed her will wholeheartedly toward physical recovery.)

(Waving a foot in the air, pointing it at me:) This is the end of tonight’s session. [...]

[...] The whole situation made me wonder about what had happened to this couple who were valued members of society, had done things right, etc., raised a family. [...]

(Strange, the way things work—today, July 16, 1984, before I reread this session, Joe Bumbalo’s daughter Judy told me that Joe has only 2 or 3 more days to live— bone cancer.)

“I have the simple, profound faith that anything I desire in this life can come to me from Framework 2. There are no impediments in Framework 2. Framework 2 can creatively produce everything I desire to have in Framework 1 — my excellent health, painting, and writing, my excellent relationship with Jane, Jane’s own spontaneous and glowing physical health and creativity, the greater and greater sales of all her books. I know that all of these positive goals are worked out in Framework 2, regardless of their seeming complexity, and that they can then show themselves in Framework 1. I have the simple, profound faith that everything I desire in life can come to me from the miraculous workings of Framework 2. I do not need to be concerned with details of any kind, knowing that Framework 2 possesses the infinite creative capacity to handle and produce everything I can possibly ask of it. [...]

[...] In this case two distinct notions, one factual and one philosophical, helped keep me at ease.

[...] Second, if one keeps in mind Seth’s ideas about simultaneous time, that basically all happens at once [even considering Seth’s own acknowledgment that time “…is therefore still a reality of some kind to me”], then it hardly matters how long a break transpires between particular sessions; there is no real separation; dictation on any subject or project can be resumed whenever all involved — Jane, Seth, and myself — choose, and it will be as though the break never existed. [...]

[...] Sue has also agreed that next year she’ll start helping me type my notes and appendix material for Volume 2 of “Unknown.”

[...] He told me that within the last five hours something had happened that he’d feared all his life: he’d lost the last of his energy. [...] He accepted docilely, and gave me his address in San Francisco. He left, and Jane still had the impulse to have me call him back in another effort to help him. [...]

[...] She’s selling her home and leaving the valley; she has a painting I gave her years ago that she wants me to have back, so Jane and I will probably make the trip to Athens, PA this Sunday. [...] She lent me the money to go to art school in New York City. [...]

Give me a moment.... [...]

[...] There is much left unsaid, simply because some information available to me cannot be translated properly in ways that will make sense to you. [...]

Now I wanted to say a few words and he is worried about the gentleman upstairs and wants me to keep my voice down. It is difficult for me to keep my voice down when my old friend is over there (Rachel Clayton), and if it were not too late I would have you all Mu a good loud and cheery Mu. [...]

(To Rachel C.) And I have been over to see you if you have not been over to see me. [...]

[...] Today Jane told me that she thought Seth would go into the famous—or infamous—disclaimer that Prentice-Hall wants to attach to Mass Events. [...]

I had intended to mention the affair, again, in any case—but once more I am reminded that many facts are self-evident to me, while at your end they are highly questionable—and so your attitudes are bound to be covered in ways that mine are not. [...]

[...] Those statements are self-evident to me, while you of course are still in the process of thinking them over, and trying to fit them into the context of life as you know it. [...]

Now: any disclaimer would not insult me. [...]