“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now Ruburt’s ego, so hard to win over, is now up in arms because it regards me as its exclusive property. [...] It took me long enough in your terms to set up our communications, and our relationships in the past helped in this behalf. (Reincarnational relationships.) It is quite natural that others in your acquaintanceship who are experimenting should go through a stage in which it seems to them they are receiving information from me. [...]

[...] Do you follow me here?

[...] Do you follow me here?

[...] Hal demonstrated his massage techniques on me as I lay on the couch, so that I’d know better how to help Jane. They were very effective—so much so that I could have easily fallen asleep; the relaxation I achieved reminded me of the chiropractic treatments I’d had years ago, or of the self-hypnosis effects I used to get any time I had a dental appointment. [...]

(I must admit that the moving idea—to Sayre, as Jane has been mentioning lately—hadn’t occurred to me. [...] I think that my appreciation of wildlife has grown considerably since we’ve encountered so much trouble physically in our own lives: the sheer ability to move with nature’s grace and skill has gradually become very important, and to me the animals express this quality perfectly: the ‘coons, the deer, the dogs, cats, rabbits, mice, chipmunks; the birds, and yes, even the insects....)

[...] She surprised me at about 9:15 by saying she might try for a session, since by then I’d thought it too late. [...]

[...] He finally believed in me when I said he did not have arthritis. [...]

[...] I bid you a fond good evening; and feel free with your pictures or whatever else you have for me.

Thank you for inviting me to your party.

[...] When I asked about this phenomenon she said she’d never thought to tell me about it before.

(Seth, it seemed, occupied a space about five feet high—a “blob” of space into which I could step, just at the limit of Jane’s reach, without disturbing him or without Jane sensing me as a separate entity within Seth’s province. [...]

[...] He’s either in me or to the side,” she said, “and boy he’s having a ball tonight!”)

[...] Now do not say to me that is the way things are. [...]

[...] It is impossible for me to remember at this typing, of course. [...]

(The material about a negative cycle being fueled by a reading of the papers was new to me, and legitimate. [...]

[...] If you have questions ask me at our next session. You realize that you can call upon me in between regular sessions, or instead of a regular session when you feel the need.

[...] This has never been a problem with me personally, but I didn’t interrupt to make a point of this. [...]

Give me a moment. [...]

Give me a moment here. [...]

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

[...] And as I always do to show not only guests and seeming strangers the nature of vitality but always to impress it as deeply as possible into your knowledge, then let me again remind you that this vitality is your own; that life, physical or nonphysical, is a full vitality that it is not necessarily quiet, that it is not necessarily sedate, and though my voice does not ring with the innocent chatter of children, that that same vitality that fills them fills me and fills each of you. [...]

[...] The freedom is yours now, as available to you as it is to me, and easier for you to use since you are more familiar with your own body than I am with Ruburt’s. You direct it outward unconsciously as you go about your daily endeavors so easily and so automatically that the miracle of it escapes you. [...]

Now before I bid you a fond good evening let me tell you that those of you who come to class regularly and gravitate here, if you have not already discovered this for yourself, are the black sheep of the universe. [...]

[...] She said that Seth’s last remark came about because at the supper table this evening she’d told me, as she has before, that she still hasn’t read this book straight through, and has little idea of its organization. [See the appropriate note at 10:34 in the 694th session.] Then, as we ate, Jane had asked me once again if “Unknown” Reality had any organization — or purpose: “Where’s Seth going with it?” I suggested she forget such worries and let the work come out in its own way, explaining that portions of these notes were concerned with recording the circumstances surrounding just that procedure.

[...] Speaking as simply as I can, and using concepts that you can understand, let me put it this way: From the other side — within what is loosely called the dream state — there is an existence quite as valid as your own, and from that viewpoint you can be considered as the dreamer. [...]

[...] I’ve had the question in mind ever since Seth discussed separate, childhood snapshots of Jane and me in the same terms during the first session for “Unknown” Reality. [...]

1. Seth’s evocative material on dream images reminded me of an equally evocative poem about the dreaming self that Jane wrote in 1965, a year and a half or so after the sessions began. [...]

[...] Jane tells me that she now has little talks with her subconscious, requesting its help. [...]

(“Can you tell us good colors for Jane and me?”)

I am going to say more here concerning those characteristics of Ruburt’s whole self, which allow me to communicate with your field. [...]

[...] But here, check with me concerning the answers that you receive.

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

They will shortly be able to, and it will be a fascinating experience for me to explain what is going on because they are quite capable of understanding, you see. [...]

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

[...] Give yourselves time so that that bridge can be a firm and secure one, before you start saying, prove to me the bridge exists. [...]

[...] “Now,” Seth said to me, “very carefully, reach out and touch the hand. [...] The hand, pawlike, clublike, felt very cold to me, wet and clammy, and the skin had a bumpy feeling that I was not used to in Jane’s hand.

[...] Since we seemed to be getting nowhere, Jane began to answer me aloud. [...]

[...] You have no idea of how difficult this is for me, to reach out to your plane from mine, to perform these little tricks for you. [...]

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

[...] I wrote it down as usual; then, walking over to me, grinning but also intent, she took the pen from my hand; she herself wrote the word down at the top of the page, in letters 3/4 of an inch high, and underlined it heavily for emphasis in no uncertain terms.)

I would suggest also, if you will forgive me perhaps, a completely natural fear of incestuous relationship with your mother. [...]

(Jane smiled broadly, facing me with one foot up on a chair.)

Now, what you would want to do with a seventy-two year old woman is beyond me. [...]

(In the last session Seth had commented favorably on trying some tests with Jane and me. [...]

[...] My idea was that using such a design as a test would summon up a little more emotional involvement, since Bill was included along with Seth, Jane and me.

[...] She confirmed this just before the session when she asked me about it, so I gave her the envelope at 8:57. [...]

[...] To me printed means mechanically produced; to Jane printed means hand lettering, as were my initials beneath the symbol.

[...] As before it sat out of the reach of Jane’s breath, and although it was closer to me I took care to keep my head averted so that my own breath could not influence it. Perhaps temperature changes within the candle could influence it after it has burned for a while, although it felt no warmer to me.)

[...] This evening he surprised Jane and me by telling us he was not seeing the girl anymore. [...]

[...] But upon many occasions his personal associations now are connected with the object; so he does not fight me, but we work together.

[...] Seth began to be more specific on family reincarnational data when he told Jane and me in a very early session that neither of us would be born again on the physical plane; this, he said, accounted for our lack of children and the desire for them. [...]

[...] is interesting to me, a good description of how the two leaves curled at the edges during the several days it took me to make the very detailed drawing. [...]

[...] I thought of October, then checked this with the pendulum, which for me is quite reliable. [...]

(She explained her drawing to me, and I have translated it into three colors. [...]

Do you have an envelope for me, Joseph?

(Seth’s statements about my receiving telepathic images interested me greatly, since I have been aware for some years now that I would much rather do a portrait without a model. [...] I have found that for me working from a model is rather boring and somehow limiting. [...]

(Also notice that on page 116, I mentioned that I have received many human images during psychological time experiments, and that often the people I perceive appear to be talking to me, but soundlessly.)

[...] To me there was no doubt that the voice was recognizably hers.

[...] Jane then told me, as soon as the session ended, that it referred to two sales; one now accomplished, and other future sales. [...]

[...] Do you follow me here?

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you follow me here?

(To me:) Before you sleep, simply imagine your open dreambook in the morning, with the dreams recorded. [...]

[...] I thought that perhaps Seth asked about an end to the session because Jane was blocking material about me she thought I might not like to hear. [...]

[...] Head down.) Now hear me. [...]

[...] It did not exist as you conceive of it (Jane, lying back on the couch, turned to face me), until you felt free to let it emerge, and you did not. [...]

[...] It just makes me mad to think I could have been doing some of this in the past—with the use of hindsight.”

[...] During this evening’s session, he slept curled up on the couch beside me.

[...] I have personality characteristics by which those who have come to sessions can identify me. [...]

To me your world is a dream universe which I visit by invitation, a probable reality that I find unique and very dear — but one in which I can no longer have direct experience. [...]

[...] I have had many lives, in your terms, yet in other terms I have not lived physically, but rather lent or loaned my energy to lives that rose from my reality but were not me. [...]

I think the following is beginning of dream: Mrs. Mahaar calls me to go downstairs. [...]

[...] They had picked me up in their car and kept driving beyond where I wanted to get off. [...]