“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Yet Jane woke me at the time and told me she had just seen an apparition, while awake. [...]

[...] To me this means that I am able to deliver to you information concerning the nature of reality which you can then pass on, and apply.

I often appear in his dreams as a form or symbol, for he accepts me more readily. [...]

[...] These came as she wished however, quite calmly and objectively, and it was easy for me to make notes.

“Infinite intelligence guides and protects me in my activities.” [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] What I learn is transmitted automatically to others like me, and their knowledge is transmitted to me.

[...] Tonight at 9:00 she told me she thought he’d answer her questions by weaving them into the book session.

[...] He accelerates mentally to a certain degree, and that puts him in touch with me — an additional energy source. [...]

[...] “Somebody found a way to get a lot more out of me than I knew I had in me,” she laughed. [...]

[...] They are strange to me.

[...] They do not affect me. [...]

[...] It is this same sort of resistance, on a much simpler level, that he uses to block me whenever his ego becomes overly concerned.

—and let me go about this as usual in my own fashion.

Tam has great trust in me, in Ruburt’s work, and basically in himself. [...]

[...] Some of his later writing will deal with me, with Ruburt’s class, but in ways he does not suspect. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Now your secrets leave me completely untouched since I was an illegitimate mother several times, and as a father I sired many that I did not know. [...] And this is why your secret did not bother me either, for I know that each of you have been both male and female and that you simply adapt those characteristics that suit you most at the time. [...]

([Gert:] “You said you would help me with the French symbolism? [...] Will you help me?”)

[...] What makes me stand so rigid?”)

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

[...] We will take many leaps from it, and his familiarity with many subjects will actually help to make communication from me more automatic.

Intellectually for example, he will not be tempted to block me. [...]

[...] Jane was still sitting down as she spoke, facing me across our living room table.)

[...] He will grow more trusting with me in this respect. [...]

(Then in May 1978 Sue Watkins began helping me by typing the final manuscript for the session notes for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality. [...] Late that month — unbelievably to me — I finished my own work on Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality, and immediately began to type the final draft of the sessions; as I finished groups of sessions I mailed them to Tam every few days, while at the same time collaborating with Jane on the table of contents for the book. [...]

(I told her it was fun to get the dictation, that it reminded me that there are other things in life besides personal sessions. It also reminded me of how good the material could be in its more generalized context, and that there were available from Seth reservoirs of information that we’d never be able to fully explore, simply because of our ages and other time-related limitations. [...]

(Now another event took place in October 1978 that is most important to Jane and me: Sue Watkins received the go-ahead from Tam Mossman to write a book on the ESP classes that Jane had conducted for some seven and a half years, from the fall of 1967 to February 1975. [...]

[...] Jane did review them for me while I was working on this note, however, and here’s a slightly edited version of what she wrote as a result of her study:

(This afternoon Jane told me that in her sleep last night she’d had bleed-throughs from Seth about the material to come next in his book. She described it to me — and tonight Seth followed that subject matter very closely in the first part of the session. [...]

(“The truth is,” Jane said to me the other evening, “I’m alone in this psychic thing. [...]

(9:50.) We are trying to make an analogy here on two levels, so please bear with me. [...]

[...] I can get more on the book or some on me. [...]

[...] He trusts me far more than he did. Me, as apart from the material. [...]

[...] He trusted most of my material, but he could not entirely trust me because I was part of the trip.

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

([Rachel:] “Seth, let me ask you—I have a feeling though—if I don’t solve this problem before I quit it, I won’t have the self-satisfaction of solving a problem.”

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

[...] It is hard for me to tell you that you are a merry rose in a happy garden (to Florence. [...] It is hard for me to remind you of the seriousness—and yet of the joy of your existence. [...] I admit that I sound old and ponderous—and yet, I would go tip-toeing through the tulips—and not feel a loss of dignity—nor worry about who saw me. [...]

And it sings now through each of you as it sings through me, and as it sings through the plants that “belong” to our Lady of Florence. [...]

Now my relationship with you, brought up quite cleverly by our friend over here, is indeed a strange one since you do not relate to me as you do to each other. But you may tell our friend over here the effort I make precisely so that you do not set me up as a demigod and that you use your own abilities. [...]

(To Florence.) It can always be remedied, and since you are a faithful member of this class, then it seems to me that you are using your abilities very well for you know precisely when to stay away. [...]

[...] The biggest secret that this one has over there, (Arnold), if you will forgive me, is a deep feeling of inferiority that is disguised sometimes as humbleness. [...]

[...] Then she amended her remarks: “It makes me mad because I feel like I’m in an odd in-between subjective state. [...]

Now (to me): You are creative, but you are a male — and one part of you considered creativity a feminine-like characteristic. [...]

[...] “Maybe that’s why I felt so uncomfortable before the session: Part of me knew Seth was going to talk about us. [...]

(She couldn’t really describe them now, Jane said, but she’d had “great, hilarious, emotional feelings” when she delivered the part of the session about my thinking that selling paintings made me a prostitute. [...]

(February 7, Sunday, 10:45 PM approx.: While trying our seance with Lee and Judy Wright, I had a quick impression that a man stood to one side of me. [...] It was not Rob or Lee, and Judy sat opposite me on the divan. [...]

[...] This reminded me that Seth had given similar data for our friend Bill Macdonnel; he too had been a sailor in a Denmark contemporary existence, but as I recall I did not ask Seth whether Judy and Bill had known each other in that life. [...]

[...] Once briefly I saw a bright white light, as though it was approaching me. [...]

[...] She was about average in size, perhaps a little larger than me.)

[...] Yet when Seth came through his material certainly sounded like book work to me.)

10:10 P.M. “He slips it in on me, that’s what he does,” Jane remarked, when I kidded her about saying the session couldn’t be for Dreams. [...]

2 After the session I wanted to tie in Seth’s material on infinity with mathematical ideas of that concept, but my reading soon convinced me that such an idea was too involved a task for a simple note like this. [...]

My tentative inquiries led me to ask Jane if she thought the axioms of Euclidean geometry, say, are innately valid in describing the mind’s inner reaches, or whether, in ordinary terms, those propositions represent conscious acquired interpretations of our visual experience. [...]

[...] To some extent, my humor helps me avoid pitfalls, and lets me help others to see their lives in better perspective.

[...] She’d felt a great energy sweeping through her, she told me. [...]

[...] Each call gave me the opportunity to see how various people organized exterior reality according to inner politics. [...]

6. Much of Seth’s material in this session (and in this paragraph), along with his obviously intense feelings about what he was saying, reminded me of a group of sessions he gave well over a decade ago on the three creative dilemmas of All That Is. [...]

[...] We sat for it as usual, but became involved watching the last episode of a television mini-series about events growing out of the Watergate break-in.² While we followed the drama, Jane reported to me a steady flow of comments about it from Seth. [...]

[...] She described some of them to me, but I didn’t have time to write them down and couldn’t retain them. [...]

[...] When she returned, she said she had things to tell me. [...]

[...] A whole lot of it was coming to me. [...]

Now do you have an envelope for me?

(At 9:47, Jane took the envelope double for the 84th experiment from me, her eyes closed, and held it to her forehead in a horizontal position.)

[...] Jane often runs errands there for me, and Tom, a framemaker, often waits on her. [...]

[...] He has often waved to Jane and me as we walked past. [...]

[...] In fact, the letter before me mentioned the Alaskan ski trip. That might have been the reference that suddenly gave me small shivers.

(May 1980) This small incident fascinated me.

Why didn’t Rob pick up the inner information and begin the discussion instead of me, since they’re his paintings? [...]

All of this reminds me of my old idea of a projected book: The Contents of the Mind, or the Unofficial Contents of the Mind. [...]