“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] triggered a set of associations for me, but they proved to have their complications. [...]

(Next, the subject matter of the 18th session led me to recall that Seth had also discussed trees several years later. [...]

(The morning after the above session had been held [on September 30, 1974], I asked Jane to write down what she’d told me at about 1:15 A.M. I remembered her description of it at the time, even though I’d been pretty bleary by then, but I wanted her own version for use here. [...]

[...] I never ask Seth about Atlantis; I’m afraid the cultish ideas connected with it turned me off long ago.”

[...] This time she mentioned it to me but I left it up to her, as to whether she wanted a session. She did not take me up on the situation and so none was held.

[...] I was talking to her at the time but she did not mention the incident to me.

[...] She told me she “still feels funny” even after all this time, when she hasn’t any idea about the material to come.

[...] Now she looked at me and attempted by gestures to show what she meant. [...]

[...] She paused, then resumed in the past tense: “It came up fairly close to me. [...] They did things with me — healing things — then dropped me back in my chair.

[...] The whole thing was an immeasurable distance from me.”

[...] Ruburt saw many miniature versions of me. [...]

[...] “Boy,” she said, “I was getting stuff toward the end that neither of us — Seth or me — could verbalize. [...]

[...] Jane sat opposite me, her eyes closed part of the time, and resumed as Seth at 11:28.)

You may not dream of me, but I will be in your dreams, you see. [...]

(When I turned Jane on her back at 1:15 this afternoon, and removed the foam-rubber doughnut from between her knees, she didn’t want me to massage her left leg as I’ve been doing lately. [...] The leg certainly feels better to me. [...]

(Room 330 got quite chilly this afternoon—it was cold last night and chilly today—and Jane even had me lay a towel over her part of the time, since we have no heat yet in the room. [...]

[...] “Talking about it makes me sound like I’m bitching all the time. [...]

[...] He didn’t say anything about me today, but we did get something on the book.” [...]

[...] It’s always been easier for me to give than to receive. [...]

(Humorously:) I hope you have time for me.

[...] Here let me mention that in those terms you hypnotize yourself constantly with your own conscious thoughts and suggestions. [...]

[...] Seth came through with five additional pages of material for Jane and me, however, and the session ended at 11:45 p.m.)

[...] This would certainly be a luxury for me; in my notes for Mass Events I’ve shown how complicated affairs could get for Jane and me when I had to juggle several projects at once over long periods of time.

[...] All four of us involved in the moving were quite amused, then — for the friends who helped Jane and me carry the furniture yesterday are the father-and-son contracting team that built the room in the first place.

[...] “You and your boy might start in on it too soon, and then the joke would be on me.” [...]

[...] Now she reminded me that “a lot of God of Jane is written as my own response to stuff Seth gives in Mass Events.” [...]

It was not in the nature of a surprise to me, although I did find your reactions amusing. I was in your back room, minding my own business or yours, looking out the large window at the rainy night, and of course your cat discovered me almost at once.

[...] Pouring me a glass of wine just before the session was due, she said she could feel Seth “buzzing around.”

[...] She looked at me but did not answer, evidently not wanting to attempt to use her “own” voice yet.)

[...] I have been giving you a lot of basic material, so if I sound more like an impersonal lecturer than a friend, I hope you will forgive me.

[...] Now you have not asked me, but if you give me a moment I will look into your probable health situation, and see what we find.

[...] And again, your purposes will be served if you make a habit in our sessions of asking me to check into immediate probabilities as far as health is concerned.

[...] Specific questions will cause me to turn my attention to such matters.

[...] I suggest however that you make a habit of questioning me concerning health probabilities as you go along.

[...] I talked about how I should have had Jane hypnotize me, for instance, in Florida as soon as we realized how bad the feet were—giving me suggestions for an extra quick recovery, etc. [...]

[...] I feel it all around me. [...]

[...] (To me:) You have been operating far more than in the past, and you should shortly now gain conscious awareness. [...]

Now give me a moment. [...]

(Jane dictates:) I thought you were going to ask me about her recitation of the fifth dimension, which came across unusually well and quite undistorted. [...]

[...] Let me say though in your own experience you are familiar with steam, water and ice. [...]

[...] I have said that our imaginary wires that seem to permeate our model universe are alive, and now if you will bear with me I will say that they are mental enzymes or solidified feelings, always of course in motion and yet permanent enough to form a more or less consistent framework. [...]

[...] In any case you bear with me very well, and I can say the same for myself.

(Besides involving Jane and me, the nightmare also involved members of both our families. Jane was now surprised to learn it had been necessary for me to shake her out of the nightmare last night; she had thought she came out of it spontaneously.)

Now, do you have an envelope for me, Joseph?

[...] (Pause, hand to closed eyes.) We shall insert the material during one of next week’s sessions, as Ruburt is blocking me. [...]

[...] Jane missed the September 3 session, but when she asked me about it a few days ago I replied that I was up to date. [...]

[...] Ruburt felt himself more responsible than you, since he spoke the words for me. [...]

I bid you a fond good evening — and remind me some time to add more to the material on education.

[...] Through an arrangement with my mother, Stella Butts, Miss Bowman loaned me the money to attend commercial art school in New York City from 1939 to 1941. [...]

[...] Stuff about illness is still pretty charged for me.” [...] “It makes me mad,” Jane said quietly. [...]

[...] I admit that it is sometimes inconceivable to me that a human being can imagine his world to be meaningless, for the very existence of one human body speaks of an almost unbelievable molecular and cellular cooperation that could hardly result through the bounty of the most auspicious works of chance.

[...] “He shouldn’t have given me the break,” she said. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] I do want him to know that he is on the road to something, and that it will help him understand me far better.

[...] Do you follow me here?

[...] The supra-conscious self tried, but the overly conscientious self deepened a preliminary distrust for me, and would not allow me to speak out clearly.

[...] Jane told me she really felt a focus of concentrated power emanating through her hands; even when they did not touch the table, the table obeyed.)

[...] This time she was on her side, facing me.)

(A week has passed, and I’m still surprised: Not only has Jane helped me considerably in planning the notes for Psyche, but the other day she switched over to my Introductory Notes for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality and began organizing them in the same loose way.

[...] It’ll still be up to me to add my kind of detail to each of those works, but there’s no doubt that she’s enjoying the challenge of playing with the Seth books from the “other side” — my viewpoint — for a change. [...]

[...] Let me stress again that the “unconscious” is indeed conscious — and by conscious I mean that its reasoning is not irrational. [...]

[...] Before the session, Jane told me now, she’d known “that Seth would talk about some of that stuff.” [...]

Now, do you have a test for me? [...]

[...] As usual Jane took the experimental envelope, the 31st, from me without opening her eyes. [...]

[...] I had ordered my 1966 license plates by mail, on December (twelve) 3rd (three), and had the money order stub with me in case it was necessary to show a record of payment.

[...] He is a friend; visiting us over the Christmas holidays, he urged Jane and me not to wait too long before making personal inquiries at the bureau, to check and see if they had received my application. [...]