“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She stared at me from across the table.)

(Another smile from Jane as she stared at me. [...]

[...] She pointed at me, her eyes wide open.)

[...] I usually make a point of watching this closely, and it is interesting to speculate as to how I failed to see the warning light go on, since it is situated on the dash in front of me. [...]

[...] No notes were made during the session by me, although some of the witnesses made a few. [...]

[...] The stage had been set through conversation and the use of the tape, and I thought Seth made his appearance with the subconscious permission of Jane and me. [...]

(Friday afternoon Jane had not been feeling particularly well, but did not tell me. [...]

[...] Some of these have involved only Jane and me. [...]

[...] I took a shower, ate breakfast and fed the cats, put the trash out to be picked up by the service we subscribe to, and gave both Classie and “Black Dog” — whose name, Margaret Bumbalo told me, is Missy — snacks of dry cat food. [...]

[...] After finishing the session, Jane told me now that she’d also been very blue last night, and “really got scared” this morning at the pain in her side, “imagining all sorts of things.” [...]

(“Last night?” Jane hadn’t told me about the dream.

[...] I told her it was so good I was going to make an extra copy to keep before me in the writing room. [...]

[...] The affair reminded me of an incident when I was a kid, in science class, as a freshman in high school. Another kid pulled my chair out from behind me so that when I went to sit down I fell on the floor instead. [...]

[...] Ruburt cannot follow me then and he cannot block me then. He does not indeed block me on purpose, but the results would be the same.

Again, you see, you did not have to hear me, and you did not have to listen. But because you heard me and because you listened, the probable future was changed.

[...] I am trying to loosen Ruburt up here, for he is always afraid of wrong results, and this hampers me.

When you intend to leave in the middle of a session, there is hardly time for me to light into you adequately, or to answer the questions that I think we could answer. [...]

[...] She showed me how the large scab on her right knee, over the site of the broken bone that had become infected, had peeled off partially in hydro this morning. [...]

[...] I confess the lack of feeling here has caused me periodic concern.

(4:36.) This leads me of course to at least mention here the cruel methods used in the slaughtering of animals and fowls for human consumption. [...]

[...] Also that behind me, not too close, ran a police van, with several cops in it checking up on me. [...]

(I told Jane that I thought the police in the dream meant that I’d left behind me old imprisoning beliefs, that I was now running free of those beliefs. [...]

[...] I am waiting to see how you do, and Ruburt will be mad at me because he will say that you will not be spontaneous if you know I am around and, you see, you must prove him wrong. [...]

And you (to Harry) have not looked up once and faced me squarely in the eye. [...]

You sit here and tell me you cannot remember your dreams; then why do you not want to remember? [...]

[...] On awakening could feel my eyes were bugging out and vision blurred some; Pat and Carroll came; I’m embarrassed to be seen walking as I do—worse Carroll comments on my eyes—throat—I’m mad at me and at her; instant poor mood, worry about eyes again—think worse things—make an effort to trust the physician within; tell myself to ignore negative suggestions—then return to natural data. It took me several hours unfortunately. [...]

[...] Her request caught me by surprise, and it took me a few moments to fish the test envelope out of its hiding place and lay it on the bed before her. [...]

[...] It is difficult for me to get models when I have the time to use them. [...]

(Jane looked at me. [...]

[...] Jane and me did not ask for this kind of data; it just came that way through the Ouija board and we accepted it at face value. [...]

(Many sessions ago also, Seth told me that my Christmas doldrums stemmed from something that happened to me many years ago. [...]

[...] When Bill returned he asked me to diagram what I had seen. [...] On Friday night Bill told me my sketch was pretty close to the layout he finally decided upon at the office, and talked over with the stereotyper. [...]

You may take your first break, and I have not forgotten the question that you asked me concerning the health of your cat.

Do you have a test for me?

[...] I remarked to Jane today, then, that what we need is more insight into the phenomenon of such thinking itself—for after all, that approach to life’s challenges has led to our problems, it seems to me. [...]

[...] What makes me feel good?” Those questions are far more pertinent. [...]

I will go into the question of Ruburt’s attitude toward me very shortly, as per your own question in a note. [...]

[...] I am not here referring to Mass Events, which was indeed directed toward the condition of the world, but to matters—whatever they may be—where Ruburt feels a responsibility on his part (underlined) for me to dictate specific material that might answer questions he thinks scientists or others might have in mind about any given subject matter; for I write from a different viewpoint, and our material is of course not to be dictated in any (pause)important way by the statement of your official knowledge at any given time. [...]

[...] Jane woke me up often during the night while she was having the March 8 experience, and we think it contains many important clues to her hassles. [...]

[...] In fact, I hadn’t expected a session tonight until she called me at 8:40, so relaxed was she. [...]

[...] I smiled, thinking of the mixed results I’m having trying to get various flower seeds to germinate both in and outside of the planter Jane gave me for Christmas. [...]

[...] Are you trying to tell me religion has been in back of this all of the time? [...]

[...] She had short straight light brown hair, and smiled down at me over her right shoulder. [...]

(John Bradley also brought with him carbon copies of the beginning sessions, which a friend of his in Williamsport has been typing up for Jane and me. [...]

[...] Sitting there now, she pointed often at me to her right, and occasionally at John in front of her.)

[...] Staring at me, her eyes very dark, Jane grinned. [...]

[...] Do not fear me, look at me. I am obviously flawed, so you cannot attack me.” [...]

[...] You follow me.

[...] I will be physically flexible, but I will no longer use my creative abilities in the ways natural to me.” [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

I’ve also helped in the construction, so to speak, of Ruburt’s [psychic] library,⁴ and I hope that he will be able to meet me there, in surroundings in which he feels confident and at home, and yet on neutral ground. (Smiling:) He does not want my apparition, you might say, to intrude upon a physical living room, particularly, yet he wants to meet me (much louder, leaning forward) in an out-of-the-way place.⁵

(Long pause at 10:01.) Others have indeed sensed me — Sue [Watkins]⁷ for example — but the relationship there is far different, and it is important for Ruburt that he have clear-cut areas, which I respect.

[...] Until he understood the inward order of events⁸ he would not be able to meet me there — so the library can serve us both in that regard.

[...] Seth: “While I am not affected by time on your plane, I am affected by something resembling time on my plane … It is therefore still a reality of some kind to me.” [...]

[...] If he had believed me in the beginning, and followed the precepts in the material, he would not have had such an experience.

[...] Do you want me to tell you how to better your financial circumstances, or do you want to learn the hard way?

[...] Tell me.” [...]

When you have done the same, speak to me again on the same matters. [...]

[...] You both tuned me in, and I found your discussion extremely interesting, though I must say I am rather glad that I do not have to deal with such matters myself any longer.

I am now used to being so greeted by your pussycat, and while it bothers me not one whit, Ruburt does not take kindly to being so treated.

(As Jane delivered the following paragraph, I felt my familiar thrilling sensation sweep over me from head to toe, quite strongly. [...]

Again, let me set your fears at rest. [...]

([Kyle:] “I think so, but it seems to me we have to build off each other. I try to fight it, but for one person to build up his own ego, he has to push down other people and I say this is wrong but I see it all around me.”)

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

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

[...] At the time — and for a long while afterward — his employment of the word meant little, if anything, to Jane and me. The newly begun sessions already contained a number of unfamiliar terms and ideas: In the 4th session three days earlier, for instance, Seth had just given us our entity names [Ruburt for Jane, Joseph for me], and touched upon the psychic links connecting the three of us. [...]

[...] (To me:) Neurologically, you crossed your messages. [...]

(To Florence:) Far be it from me to disturb your ancient ideas of yin and yang, or Jung, or good and evil, or of right and wrong, or of good and bad vibrations! [...]

[...] And so, if you will forgive me, my dear Florence, I will use you as an example.