“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Let me say first of all that the many rooms and apartments to be explored all represented various facets of psychic realities, hence his anticipation in the dream. [...]

Let me see if we can pick them up at this moment.

Give me a moment.

(This surprised me. [...]

I hope you do not tire of me. [...] And Joseph, you could give me at least a comradely smile. [...]

As for me, I have been around now, here, for quite a while myself, and have found the experience most enjoyable. [...]

(December 4, Friday, 11:30 AM: Impression that someone “drifted up” and kissed me on the check. [...]

It makes little difference to me. [...]

I have been speaking rather steadily, Joseph, without a break, for my friend Ruburt does not like me to speak so plainly, and I would prefer continuing briefly.

[...] We shall continue if you prefer me to continue.

([Claire:] “Can you tell me more about this A J L?”)

(Last night Jane woke me up shouting in pain, because of a cramp in her back, momentarily. [...]

It may seem to you (Jane pointed to me) that this would not be the case, and that the caution is unnecessary. [...]

[...] You will both literally be astonished at the changes for the better in your situations, if you follow the book’s instructions, with the variations and suggestions given by me. [...]

[...] We will have more to say concerning your (meaning me) symptoms at our next session, and offer specific suggestions; the exercises and the book should now help you rid yourself of these.

(It will be recalled that in the 185th session Seth gave me some tips on how to help my hay fever through suggestion upon retiring at night. [...]

Do you have any tests for me this evening?

[...] Please give me a moment.

(“Did you pick that test information up from me telepathically?”)

[...] This noon Jane told me she thought Seth might have something to say tonight about the attempts at communication with Dr. Instream.

[...] This is a big help to me.

While we are still developing, the specifics that we have picked up in these tests with others show me that Ruburt is developing as I would like. [...]

He seems to be asking me a question. [...]

[...] She promised me that he would discuss it soon—but we have yet to receive any such commentary. This is as much my fault as hers; I let the question get away from me amid our day-to-day activities. [...]

Even so, Jane had the magical approach in mind two days later, when she typed a rough last note for her journal on February 10: “Still annoying problems with fingers… hoping to clear this up, using in part robs new suggestion page [credo] for me. [...]

[...] After all, here he is, engaged in a “lifelong” process with my wife, and just as dependent upon what he can get through her psyche, as she is upon what she can get from him and then let through to me and to others! [...]

[...] No matter that right now our joint reality seems quite opaque to me as Jane lies bedridden. [...]

[...] At midnight she sang a short song to me in Sumari. The song was very clear, lyrical and restful; I had been in a low mood today and now she tried to cheer me up. [...]

[...] She’s often told me that she isn’t aware of such long pauses while in trance.)

Many have come to me, or written after “bad trips”; the young especially, always great searchers after truth, and very tempted to look to the chemical, LSD now,¹ as the latest method of finding it. [...]

[...] “I feel it going through me. [...]

(This afternoon, when I returned from running errands—paying state and federal taxes, etc.—Jane told me that she was having all kinds of “weird things” happening in her back and legs, as though various portions of her anatomy were loosening at uneven rates. [...] I woke up with my stomach bothering me, and Jane, half crying, with a continuing of the strange, intensified feelings of uncontrolled motion/extra-slow motion combined and manifested in her back and legs. [...]

[...] When she called me for the session at 8:30, she showed me how she has picked up unaccustomed movement in her legs: She could raise her legs several inches higher—the right one the easiest—than she’d been able to do this morning; obvious signs that the changes were beneficial. [...]

[...] It’s been bothering me for the last few days, for no apparent reason; looking back, probably since Jack Joyce visited a few days ago about our making estimated tax payments to NY State. [...]

[...] For this reason an order, may be in order, if you will forgive my pun, such as “come and see me Thursday afternoon.”

[...] (Pause.) A bookmark that reminds me of a fabric, of natural color, as of bamboo color. [...]

(Jane’s eyes opened wide as she looked at me.)

[...] It is therefore difficult for me to make distinctions as to your conscious intent and subconscious intent. [...]

[...] “That it was one of those times when he had to dribble the material down to me word by word. It made me feel real impatient—not on his part but my own. [...]

[...] Often I do need analogies, for to me that simultaneous, creative, cooperative nature of events exists with a sublime simplicity—a simplicity I am afraid that of necessity becomes complex as I try to describe it in terms that will make sense in your space-time framework. [...]

[...] The same kinds of reactions, however, are involved in all activities, and it is sometimes frustrating for me that you cannot perceive the fascinating facets of any event. [...]

I have one other point to mention, apropos: our session regarding the two men (see the deleted session, for me, of April 18, 1979). [...]

[...] You should not need me to tell you. [...]

She says: “He says he will keep an eye on me,” and laughs. [...]

[...] She says: “You really took me for a ride.” [...]

[...] She told me she “could sort of see” a bureau drawer while Seth was giving the related data. [...]

[...] It was David Butts again—telling me that since our talk last week he’s been free of the rather obsessive thinking about sending and receiving telepathic messages involving a certain female comedy star who appears on a late-night TV show. [He wouldn’t tell me who the personality is.] I’m David’s uncle.

[...] He’d told me that the fixation, or whatever, had gotten worse lately, and that he’d had strange palpitations and breathing difficulties when he began to think of her. [...]

[...] “Give me a cigarette. [...]

[...] To me it speaks very clearly of forces holding back, of resisting changing the status quo. [...]

[...] Then she told me my “treatment” had helped a lot, beginning a few minutes after I stopped. [...]

[...] It’s easier now for me to get the oil inside her clenched right hand, and I can feel the fingers move. [...]

[...] I was starting to get my stuff together when Jane asked me to get the Seth notebook out again. [...]

Now this development helps me, for I need his development in order that my communications be more clearly presented and received. [...]

[...] Now do not rush me.

Do you have an envelope for me?

[...] Without opening her eyes she took the envelope for the 42nd experiment from me. [...]

[...] During the night following the arrival of that first copy of Personal Reality, while lying quietly beside me in an altered state of consciousness, Jane received information of how “the ancients paralyzed the air.” [...] She woke me up to tell me about the experience, and to remind her to write an account of it the next day. [...]

[...] The break in book dictation gave me time to begin attending class regularly, and I plan to continue doing so. [...]

[...] This is my own system; the acetate, riding above the penciled outlines, leaves me free to search for various spontaneous effects that are quite inhibited if I try to follow those preliminary images too literally. [...]

[...] Yet many individuals have found themselves outside of the body, fully conscious and aware (including Jane and me).

[...] As stated before, these young people have asked Jane and me many interesting questions about the material, and other related subjects. [...]

(This evening Marilyn gave Jane and me a flowerpot that she had made in ceramics class.)

[...] We now believe it possible, and the closing paragraph above struck a chord within me; I think the very passive state I achieve at times after doing hatha yoga might signal a beginning here.

[...] Perhaps I can carry them with me briefly as I get to my feet, etc.

In the time framework within which you now exist I can help you, but you cannot help me except by allowing me to help you, you see. [...]

Do you have an envelope for me?

[...] Without opening her eyes she took the envelope for our 51st experiment from me and pressed it to her forehead.)

He allows me to make some adjustments in it however, and we shall discuss these in detail before too long. [...]

[...] The human personality continually both amazes me, amuses me, and completely appalls me. [...]

([Dr. Instream:] “No, that’s all right, it gives me insight... tells me who I’m dealing with. [...]

[...] But if they will deal with me, so shall I deal with them.

([Dr. Instream:] “That tickles me, Seth.”)

(Jane hadn’t operated well yesterday.¹ She did tell me that she was somewhat surprised to realize Seth might be closer to completing his work on Dreams than she’d thought he was. [...]

[...] In Note 1 for that session I described a most vivid dream experience—one in which, Seth told me in the session itself, I had viewed the many-faceted light of my own being and of the universe. [...]

The comical series of events involving Floyd, one of his sons, and another helper had started this noon: “Hell, Rob, it’s a coon!” a surprised Floyd called down to me from the roof of the house, after the beam from his flashlight had illuminated the black mask across the animal’s face and made its eyes shine as it crouched at the base of the fireplace chimney. [...]

[...] And we heard no sounds at all from the fireplace in back of me, or from the roof.)