“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Do you follow me?

Now, if he is worried about a recurrence (pause), I suggest that he say quite simply: “God’s peace be with me,” before he sleeps, without worrying or arguing with the meaning of the term God.

Give me a moment. [...]

[...] (To me.) What seems to you as inner difficulties or problems, or lack of success, like Ruburt’s desolations, serve as the very impetus to development.

[...] You did indeed see your father (as my pendulum told me) not as a man who failed in several important areas, but as a failure in all areas: as a husband, breadwinner, father. (Pause.) You identified with him however out of fear of your mother’s emotionalism. [...]

[...] To be a failure therefore was virile (as my pendulum told me).

(Here Seth clears up a point in Sunday’s pendulum session, in which the pendulum told me I was not jealous of Jane, but envious of her success. [...]

Now my dear friend—(staring at me, Jane tapped with her foot on the coffee table between us) your hats, your caps... [...]

(Bert C.: “I think I understand then, that all of these different levels of my consciousness are being communicated — not only by me consciously, but also telepathically.”)

[...] (Humorously): Now far be it from me to accuse you of such an act, even in a fantasy, but this time you are out of your mind. [...]

[...] I’ve probably done this sort of thing myself, but it really bugs me. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

Somehow the twice-yearly, north-and-south migrations of the geese have become symbols for me of the known and unknown qualities of life — sublime and indecipherable at the same time, enduring yet fleeting, and almost outside of the range of human events. For me, those migrations have become portents of the seasons and of the earth itself as it swings around “our” sun in great rhythms. [...]

[...] This manuscript seems to possess dimensions that place it — and Jane and me — in many probabilities at once. [...]

[...] For to her, and to me, our world’s present definitions of personality are as limited as the conventional meaning implied by the term ESP. [...]

[...] Amazing, the way their honking carried back to Jane and me as we stood in the driveway. [...]

Before Ruburt had the opportunity to turn your machine on, I was here and it was left to me to flip the switch.

[...] Our young gentleman friend has come a long way to visit me, but then I also came a long way, you see, to visit you.

[...] My friend Ruburt has asked me to awaken you some morning at approximately three AM.

(Bill Gallagher had scribbled a note to me and passed it along as Seth spoke: What country? [...]

(“You never asked me,” she said, which had a familiar ring. [Checking later, I found that she’d given me the same answer about certain Seth material in Mass Events.]

[...] “What else haven’t you told me? [...]

[...] I asked her to write a short account of what she’d just told me, and she produced it while sitting in bed, after she’d done her exercises:

[...] “Boy, Seth, you’d better bail me out,” she said vehemently. [...]

Issues operate so clear to me it is difficult for me to understand that they seem to escape your notice. It is hard for me to separate them. They are minute to me. [...]

If you have further questions on this subject ask me now or later.

Again, let me start off in my own fashion.

[...] You felt this psychologically; do you follow me?

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Now give me a moment. [...]

Then since we have that established, let me tell you that it is of course no coincidence, for the right arm was the area first affected. [...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you agree with me?

You (to me) are also seeing what can happen when spontaneity is denied....The badminton or pillow-pounding allows for the expression of freedom, mobility and speed—the opportunity for it, and is therefore important.

[...] She confirmed that her fingers were much more flexible typing—something she’d forgotten to tell me.)

[...] My mother, who died five years ago at the age of 81, was with me. She was of an indeterminate age in the dream, as I was, and I believe she was telling me what to expect out there. [...]

[...] Perhaps I should have questioned Seth about such possibilities, but their implications escaped me while he was speaking and I was busy taking notes. [...]

[...] My father and his mother were waiting for me. [...]

[...] Jane was sleepily stirring beside me, and I told her I’d had quite a dream. [...]

[...] Probably no action on business affairs until after the holidays, which suits me fine. [...]

[...] But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. [...]

[...] I gave her the hair barrettes, combs and other accoutrements, which I was pleased to see she liked, and she gave me a vest which Debbie had picked up for her, and an umbrella which Margaret Bumbalo had picked up for her. [...]

(“It’s me.” [...]

[...] From the torn section, then, to me the whole was present, the entire page; and from portions of the whole, the whole can be read or understood. And with enough freedom on the one hand, and training on the other, Ruburt, speaking for me, could give you the entire copy of The New York Times from a torn corner.

The page was whole to me, regardless of the portion of it used as an item. [...]

[...] While waiting she told me she felt “real light, as if I could float up some place.”

You may take a break, and ask me any questions that you have, or you may ask me questions now, or end the session as you prefer.

[...] There followed a very funny discussion—to me at least—of Jane’s propensity to talk at our gatherings of friends, even to the point of ignoring their creature comforts, such as drinks, snacks, etc. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Let me emphasize the author’s point: state your goals. [...]

(I think that at first Jane decided not to have a session tonight, since she asked me if I’d “rather work for an hour.” But she changed her mind, obviously; then at 9:25 she told me she knew what Seth was going to talk about: “The horizontal consciousness.”)

(This idea reminded me of one I’ve mentioned rather often to Jane lately about watching the news on TV—a recent habit that it seems we’ll soon dispense with. [...]

Poett was quite taken with me (amused)—but the story is not earth-shaking, and for a time others have entered in ahead. [...]

[...] At the same time, they’ve bothered me fairly often. My pendulum told me often that the teeth were responding to my negative projections that the two volumes of “Unknown”weren’t going to make much of an impression in the mundane world, no matter what we said or did.

(10:10.) Give me a moment.... [...]

[...] Jane told me yesterday, when she found it in an old notebook, that although she wrote it, it “certainly came from Seth.”

[...] The woman could not relate to me well. [...] Do you follow me here?

[...] They were not caused by me, and yet the experience itself, as any new experience, any worthwhile endeavor, any breakthrough, was bound to challenge the abilities of the personality.

Do you have any questions for me?

[...] “I sure hope I don’t get her to take care of me,” Jane said after she’d left. [...]

[...] I need to use the suggestion for a few days in order to give my creative self time to put it into effect; that’s the way suggestion usually works with me.

(“It’s me. [...]

[...] I hadn’t asked her to do a song for this last essay; she told me afterward that she hadn’t realized I was that close to finishing it. [...]

[...] When she read it to me I knew at once that it would go here, for a few words she certainly sang of the basic theme of these essays—of the sublime, immortal consciounesses of the earth and All That Is, of that loving redemption that consciousness always makes possible somehow, somewhere, in the eternal private world of each of us, and that each of us always seeks:

[...] Trying to find man’s personal path as a species in the cosmos, rather than just as a species on the earth; this presupposes that I find my own personal path within that cosmos; and where I’ve been bold in certain respects—with Rob’s help it also seems to me that I’ve been supercautious; in perhaps too many instances. [...]

What might be best for me now is.... [...]

Now: I am only going to make a showing, because Ruburt wanted to hear from me. [...]

[...] You should see some more improvements, both in spirit and in mind very shortly, and you have me on the line for that remark—but for now I bid you a fond good evening. [...]