“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She helped me compile it for future checking against page 43. [...]

[...] The flash startled me more than it did Jane, for she continued on, unperturbed.)

(Peggy was having trouble composing a picture, she said, so for the next delivery she had Jane and me seat ourselves in another part of the room. [...]

[...] He hit upon something, and if he had continued working, then he would not have needed to ask me in what dimension dream locations exist. [...]

Since I will not give a session simply to give a session, and because I will not let Ruburt parade me as part of his precious subconscious, I will indeed here speak for myself, but in terms that will help another and for the benefit of that other. And despite our anxious Ruburt’s furious attempts to block me, I will indeed say that the person who was once betrayed by the personality involved was the present father of the personality, and he knows it—

[...] Bill called out the time to me. [...]

(Now Jane pointed at me.)

[...] Such and such happened to me at the age of five or six, and ever after have I acted thus and so. [...]

[...] A few phrases that came through in the data had a familiar ring to me, but Jane said they meant nothing to her.

(Jane’s impressions are in Roman type, like Seth’s. While giving the data she was able to speak to me and describe her subjective state also, without breaking the thread of her reception.

(Jane then told me to wait, that when she got something it was “real clear,” but that she didn’t know where it was coming from. [...]

[...] (When I said I didn’t know how to write down what she was telling me, Jane said:)Just put: the minus numbers represent negative charges, and mark the activity of ions’ negative flow. [...]

[...] You may sing “happy birthday” to me—I will give you a list of my birthdays and you can have a party at every class.

[...] And it ill behooves me not to bid you welcome when you felt my presence. [...]

[...] It had begun bothering me during the session; last month much of it had been drilled away, and a temporary filling put in. [...]

Feel free to present me with pictures or data or questions you want, or to ask questions immediately on the material as I give it.

[...] I gather all sorts of weird projectiles thrown at me with vibrant force. [...] Just call me Psych for short, and spell it P-s-y-c-h.

[...] At the present time Ruburt in these sessions is able to let me speak, obviously, which means that Ruburt allows me to come through.

First of all if you’ll forgive me, I would like to go into the situations culminating in your illness of this time last winter. [...]

[...] I would have preferred that you did not ask me this question, but since you did and since you both loved the dog, it deserves an answer.

[...] Seth proceeded to deliver a block of material for Jane and me, which is deleted from this record. [...] Then Jane told me that Seth could “continue forever” — whereupon he returned to touch upon Jane’s and my reincarnational “history” from another angle.)

[...] Sitting up beside me, though, smoking a cigarette, Jane got more material on reincarnation and counterparts. “In fact,” she told me the next morning, “I was getting stuff on ‘Unknown’ Reality each time I woke up during the night. [...]

15. In Appendix 18 I discussed to some extent the relationships involving Jane, Seth, and me. I chose not to study this paragraph of material in Appendix 18 because in it Seth mentions what I take to be probable lives involving Jane and me (when he speaks of our future lives), rather than reincarnational involvements we’ve had with Seth that “actually happened.”

[...] His material enhances my Roman and Jamaican visions [and others] — which saves me considerable effort in figuring them out for myself, of course. [...]

“Do you realize that the entire session contained more psychological insight into me and more hints into my behavior than I’ve ever received in any way whatsoever? And that Seth just used me as an example to make more general pertinent points about the personality?” Rob grinned. “If it didn’t bother me, I don’t know why it’s bothering you.”

[...] Rob told me later that he was squirming some, as I paced back and forth, delivering this material as Seth.

I was crushed by this material when Rob read it to me after the session. [...]

[...] The whole concept fascinated me. [...]

[...] I told myself these things would not distract me. [...]

[...] Now I sent Jane messages that she would leave me undistracted, but nothing developed. [...]

(Peculiarly, I had no feeling of being detached from my physical body—that is, I didn’t feel I was bodiless, hovering above it: I had taken the bed up with me, you see. [...]

[...] The enormity of the stones in these buildings left me amazed; I didn’t see how blocks weighing 1200 tons could be moved without machinery, let alone fitted into place over twenty feet up on foundations, etc. [...]

(I was quite surprised the other day when Jane told me that our two apartments were okay to her if she was a writer, but not all right for a psychic—especially one who was becoming well known and was visited by all kinds of people, etc. She also told me that to her the idea of stairs represented success and failure—up and down, etc.)

(Late yesterday afternoon my pendulum told me that Jane’s symptoms stemmed from her feeling that she had failed to become a successful “straight” writer—a novelist, poet, essayist, et al.; that she felt she had failed as the serious writer she had always dreamed of becoming, that the psychic work represented a turning down a wrong path; that actually, basically, the psychic work represented failure to her rather than success. [...]

—we will begin easily enough, so bear with me.

When you want a break let me know.

[...] You did not always greet me so kindly. [...] For that matter, neither would it have appealed to me.

[...] And incidentally: Ruburt’s hard-headedness and egotistical dragging of feet so far, hampers me in a beautiful little demonstration. I see the office of your precious Psychic Society, and your director, but Ruburt fears to make a mistake, and he blocks me.

[...] Who else do you speak with more than you speak to me?

[...] To me this implied that Miss Callahan was in better condition, but Jane said she felt otherwise, that Seth’s material here was not distorted.

[...] She told me at a break in class that after the first few minutes she began to feel much better. [...] Jane also told me that she liked class—we had discussed her dropping it soon—and that she intended to be “freer” in it from now on; and that the tooth thing would be conquered. [...]

(A few days ago Jane told me, after she’d examined herself in the mirror, that her teeth were “straightening themselves out,” etc.)

He was never afraid of me. He was afraid for portions of himself, for reasons having little to do with me, per se. [...]

Periods of belief would be followed by periods of skepticism, and the wavering nature makes it most difficult for me to give him the very assurance that he needs. [...]

Now I want you to try something with me. [...]

Now some of you will be able to come further with me, and those of you who can, I ask you, still with your eyes closed then, to awaken to the reality of another classroom in which you are all involved and in which our two new guests also sit. [...]

Now before I bid you a fond good evening let me remind you that those of you who are ready can meet in the out-of-body state and remember your experiences. [...]

You are also in need of a change of environment (pointing to me) and you will receive insights concerning your work as a result. [...]

[...] I will be available whenever you may want to speak to me, if you do, during your absence from here.

[...] I am here because you wish me to be here, and I am a kindly old gentleman. [...] However, it is no coincidence that you should hear me speak and that we have been drawn together. [...]

[...] You may sing “Happy Birthday” to me—I will give you a list of my birthdays and you can have a party at every class! [...]

[...] And it ill behooves me not to bid you welcome when you felt my presence. [...]

[...] She later told me that while working on it she felt quite uneasy. [...]

[...] Jane waited quietly, watching me while I tried to breathe. [...]

[...] She wasn’t able, for instance, to quickly run over to try to help me. [...]

[...] She now told me she felt her foot strike the leg of the table, but that ordinarily it would have bothered her a lot more than it did.

This is your friendly marriage counselor—and you had better listen to me, both of you. Now give me a moment.

Now give me a moment. [...]

I will take this by gentle steps and (to me) let you rest your fingers.

(To me.) Now read that back.

(After last Monday night’s deleted session [on December 1], I told Jane that I wished I’d asked Seth a second question when he’d given me the chance: I’m very curious as to why I’m so fascinated by those hilltop towns in central southern Italy, inland from Naples. [...] This event made me physically aware of that area in a fresh way—especially the isolation, and what I take to be my symbolic interpretation of a simpler way of life. [...]

[...] In recent days I’ve finally realized that she often doesn’t hear me speak in an average voice—especially so when she isn’t looking at me. [...]