“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They were friends of my mother but strangers to me and I thought that maybe they had read the ESP book.

[...] Then again I realize this is a dream and am determined to take my packages back with me, will not let them go. [...]

[...] As that me, I had this emotional gratitude: thank God; at last, someone who can really help—or something like that; I think though I’m not sure that I also meant... [...]

[...] Then I thought—or another part of me thought: at last, the inner evidence I’ve wanted so badly, the definite sensations . [...]

[...] When we were alone, after I’d turned her and made her somewhat comfortable, Jane made a sexual reference to me. “You’d better be careful, and not give me any ideas,” I said. [...]

[...] She told me that when she gets the Darvoset before hydro, “they mix it up with my aspirin, into a terrible concoction.” [...]

[...] At 4:00 Jane told me to get out my pad in case Seth came through. [...]

[...] Then she finished the session, with but very little help from me occasionally, gotten a late start this afternoon because we watched an old movie that didn’t end until 3:15 PM. [...] Then as soon as she’d finished yesterday’s session, she told me to get my pad ready. [...]

[...] She’d mentioned her “cancel” method to me yesterday, and it had sounded okay then. [...]

(Now I told her that re Seth’s session for me yesterday, I’d tried using his suggestions when I went to bed, and that they worked well, in that I stopped worrying about Jane. [...]

[...] Although her voice sounded normal to me, Jane said that during this session even so she has a subjective feeling that her voice is different, and that sometimes it is a strain to pause in the middle of a monologue to speak to me as herself and not Seth. [...]

[...] Rob asked if it would be possible for me to continue in full light. Malba said light would not bother her, but might bother me. [...]

[...] If you will forgive me Joseph, at the risk, and I do mean the risk, of becoming boring, I would like to repeat briefly: Mental enzymes allow the solidified vitality to change its form. [...]

Your light is a mental enzyme tipped me off that you were ready for this discussion. [...]

[...] Most of the time she stared directly at me, using many gestures, speaking with many smiles and in a voice often somewhat heavier than usual because of our open windows.

[...] From me, dear Joseph, but on your behalf. [...]

Do you have an envelope for me?

(Jane paused at 10:29, and took the envelope for our 60th experiment from me without opening her eyes. [...]

Some night I will address many people, all of whom knew me, and many of whom knew each other. [...] However, your precious Psychic Society has made me feel as if I would like to give them a good boot.

(Last Wednesday afternoon, April 22, 1964, Jim Beckett visited me briefly. [...]

(At 10:25 Jane abruptly handed to me a paper and pencil and pointed to the table. [...]

[...] We must always work together, but you must never consider me as an infallible source. [...]

[...] After I got up, the pendulum told me the feelings came because I resented having to do the yard work without Jane being able to help me. [...]

[...] Jane called me at 8 PM for the session. [...]

[...] It was hard for her to verbalize her feelings, to even tell me about them, but she felt waves of panic and fear sweep through her—not hidden or covered up now, but faced and admitted, although with much difficulty. [...]

(The whole experience was obviously very therapeutic, and to me it seemed like an excellent sign of encountering beliefs that had helped create her Sinful Self. [...]

(Last night when I got home, I saw that the young fellow Frank Longwell has put me in touch with to do the lawn had done his job; the place looked great. [...]

[...] After an average lunch she read the last two sessions to me, wearing her new close-up glasses, and zipped right through them. [...]

[...] It gave me a strange feeling of freedom; the afternoon seemed stretched out, or longer. [...]

[...] I didn’t remember Jane telling me this before, though she might have.

(Long pause.) Now: We have been dealing with the magical approach, and let me gently remind the two of you that I said that you must be willing to change all the way from the old system of orientation to the new, if you want the new approach to work fully for you in your lives. [...]

(Louder:) And let me add, I covered our flank in the book —

[...] The door was dark on my side, and was open toward me perhaps three inches at the most.

[...] I had none of the thrilling sensations, for example, that can sweep over me at such times.

[...] You do not suddenly become a spirit as is and all spirits are not long-faced and boastly [sic], although you could frighten me under certain circumstances. [...]

[...] Now, I did not come through this evening for a long lecture but it behooved me to make a few comments to our friend (Stan) over here. [...]

[...] She remembered the material concerning Helen Dyer, and now told me she had felt an immediate rapport with Helen when she entered our apartment this evening, and a desire to help her in some way. [...]

[...] Seth of course has given specific data on various physical ills for some witnesses, and for Jane and me. [...]

(Seth’s malignant diagnosis in this session represents the most drastic to date, and left Jane and me wondering about the best course of action to take in such cases. [...]

If this seems to involve you in a problem with morality, then let me add here that such information, on its own, unless handled with utmost care, would immediately involve the negative suggestion that could lead easily to the very condition that we hope she avoids.

[...] Jane was with me last Saturday, June 18, when I bought the burlap to use for some experimental canvases for painting.

[...] Jane had seen me experimenting with the panel also, of course.

[...] Jane said she did not let me know she was tired, because under such circumstances sometimes excellent material has come through.

Do you have an envelope for me?

Now—let me proceed at my own rate, and in my own manner. Your questions will be answered, but let me go about it in my own way, and not start out necessarily with question A.

(I explained to Jane that I’ve never felt any aspersions against my manhood; that has never been a problem with me. [...]

(Again, I don’t consider that any success of Jane’s would put me in a poor light. [...]

[...] Jane said she didn’t want to continue the session if it made me feel that way, but I answered that I did want the session continued, etc. [...]

[...] The line that’s most impressed me in all of this, perhaps, is Seth’s quote to me from my own body, given by him in the deleted session for April 18: “You worry too much. [...]

(What I’m trying to do is to let the information Seth has given in the last several deleted sessions for me, starting with that for April 4, sink in so that I can achieve a synthesis of it all both consciously and unconsciously. [...]

(I didn’t think anything immediate would develop, I told her, nor did I expect the session tonight would be on me. [...]

(To me:)Your body wanted relaxation, but you believed that relaxation was, under the circumstances, wrong, and often when your body began to relax in the past you automatically tightened it, as another might straighten his tie to be more presentable. [...]

[...] Jane told me later that she felt the new influence mentioned would be a male.)

(“Do you want to say a few words about the dream the dentist’s nurse told me about today?”)

[...] My question was not meant to pry into a personal life, merely to obtain what I thought would be interesting information about a certain dream related to me by Dr. Colucci’s nurse, voluntarily.)

(I read from Pete’s list of questions: “Could you tell me something about the time I had the feeling of Ferd entering my body while I was lying on my side in bed?”)

[...] And I did not mean to hurt your (class) feelings; far be it from me to hurt your feelings when you hurt your own so well you do not need help from me. [...] But you would not bless me the following morning... [...]

[...] and you can count on it when you tell me that you are making true progress here. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] And I did not mean to hurt your (class) feelings; far be it from me to hurt your feelings when you hurt your own so well you do not need help from me. [...] But you would not bless me the following morning—of that I am sure. [...]

So when you are on the way to solving your situation here, I will give you some new ones to solve—and I will give you a push along the way, and you can count on it—and you can count on it when you tell me that you are making true progress here. [...]

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

[...] “Then over here, immediately available, is Seth on you and me and Willy. And also on the portrait you asked me about the other day — the one you just finished.

(As we sat waiting for the session to begin at 9:20, Jane told me she’d just “picked up” the heading for Chapter Three of Seth’s book: “Telepathy and Belief Gathering” — or “Idea Gathering”; she wasn’t sure which. [...]

(Once we were back upstairs in our living room, the music led me to talk about peer groups involving young people. [...]

[...] “Just call me station J-A-N-E….”)

[...] He did so Sunday night, yesterday, unknown to Jane and me. [...] Jimmy told me this afternoon that he had already seen the house.)

[...] However, when he blocks me he really blocks me.

[...] Not necessarily a vacation from me, you understand, though I may give you time off after all. [...]

[...] Just before break, she held her hands out toward me, indicating that once again they felt fat or enlarged. [...]