“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Yet at the same time she sat stiffly forward, her body canted to her left; she didn’t look comfortable, and she decided to try the foam rubber pads beneath her thighs, a move that sometimes “helps relieve the pressure on those [pelvic] bones back there, and keeps me from feeling that I’m falling forward. They also help me when I move around in the chair.” Her talk reminded me, paradoxically, that last night while sitting on the couch she’d been able to cross her legs in a way she hadn’t been able to do for a long time.

(At 9:00 she told me she thought Seth would discuss my questions #5 and 6, about black-and-white thinking, and touch upon “that article” about micro metal-bending, or psychokinetic metal bending. [...]

[...] Eyes very dark, open often and looking at me.

In order to be bigger than me, of course. [...]

[...] And you can always get me, you see. [...]

[...] Seth had been very animated and amusing—funny, with a good voice, eyes open often and looking toward me as Jane lay flat on the couch.

[...] Before we go into our Dr. Instream material, let me remind you however that there is a whole self, composed of these various self-conscious selves, and that a portionof the self is indeed aware of the unity that exists to form the whole psychological gestalt.

[...] This was interesting to me especially. [...]

Do you have a test for me, Joseph?

[...] My introductory notes contain a reference to Jane and me borrowing a Ouija board from our landlord “in the fall of 1963,” which compares with the date given by Seth this evening, of September 10,1963. [...]

[...] Don left the sealed envelope he had prepared for the session with me, however; I kept it until the Wilburs were able to witness a session. [...]

[...] She had seen Don hand me the envelope on April 4, but since none of us had ever mentioned it since then I was hoping she had forgotten about it. [...]

Joseph, I leave it up to you to slow me down when necessary.

(Smile, eyes closed.) You see, even I can tell that our guests are not subconscious fabrications, and I would be pleased indeed if they granted me the same privilege. [...]

[...] Jane called me last night, courtesy of Carla, and she said Debbie Harris also visited. [...]

[...] Quite interesting, but as I told Jane, it reminded me of just what a task it is to start at the beginning and present an explanation of the Seth material. [...]

(I was getting my stuff together preparatory to leaving for the evening when Jane said she’d been thinking it over, and had something to tell me. [...]

When my father, Robert Sr., photographed Jane and me on our wedding day, December 27, 1954, and then in 1957, did any of us know that his work would be published almost half a century later?

My friend, Laurel Lee Davies, photographed me in 1986, two years after Jane’s death.

[...] I knew that in the dream Jane was reassuring me that she still lived.

([Florence:] “But Seth told me not to think in circles.”)

[...] You see me in the guise of my most timely self, and I will answer your question in the terms in which you ask it since I cannot coax you to ask another question in its stead. [...]

[...] The questions themselves, and forgive me, my dear Lady of Florence, the questions themselves could not be answered within a semblance of truth because the questions were basically meaningless in the real fabric of reality so this has much to do with the distortions also that have come down through the ages, both in the Bible and many other writings. [...]

[...] While she was telling me about it in the few minutes we had before the session was due, she did not appear to be nervous.

[...] While she was talking to me our cat Willy lay purring on her lap. [...]

[...] She said that one moment she was talking to me, and the next she was on her feet dictating.

(At 6:00 AM Jane woke me to say that she was in the grip of an extremely painful stiff neck. [...]

Ruburt is not quite with me this evening because of his condition, and it was this conflict that was sensed by your cat. [...]

I am giving this material now, rather than later, as I said I would, because I could tell that Ruburt would clamp up on me, as far as this particular subject is concerned, after the pain was gone, and block this material.

[...] When she was close to death she asked me to publish all of her work. [...]

[...] I love to hear from readers—even if it does take me forever to answer sometimes. [...]

Now let me list some of those I know personally, and who have helped Jane and her work so much: Tam Mossman, Richard Kendall and Suzanne Delisle, Sue Watkins, Debbie Harris, Laurel Davies, Janet Mills, Lynda Dahl and Stan Ulkowski, Bob Terrio, Norman Friedman, Jeff Marcus, Juan Schoch, Michael Goode. [...]

(“The insight also reminds me of one of my questions for Seth: I plan to ask him for hints about what sort of ideas he would advance if he’s given the freedom to do so by Jane. [...] Jane and me, Prentice-Hall, the world, critics, the post office?”

[...] Suddenly it came to me that she had it backwards—that her body didn’t need any additional trust, that it was perfectly willing to do her bidding at any time, including healing itself. [...]

(Jane called me for the session at 8:25. [...]

[...] Another brief insight came to me yesterday, which I told her about: simply that she’d given up her own volition to one part of her personality. [...]

(To me:) For all of your complaints, if you will forgive me, you have exactly what you want from Prentice. [...]

(To me:) your feelings have been ambiguous, and so far the books have sold exactly as you really wanted them to.

From this let me lead into Ruburt.

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] The gist of the impressions seemed to be that she ought to ease off walking while the body recovered —a very strange state of affairs, it seems to me, and a situation that has bothered me often before: Why should the body give up certain functions if it’s in the process of recovering? [...]

[...] I am aware of course of your conversation this morning, and I must state that it is difficult for me to try to explain what is so clear to me, and obviously unperceived by either of you a good deal of the time.

(Jane asked me not to read any of my original notes to her before the session, since she was trying to get herself in a quiet mood so that she could have a good session.)

[...] She told me that “something” wanted to manifest through her so slowly that it was almost inexpressible; she’d felt deep rolling sounds going through her, yearning to be translated, yearning to make sense in our terms. “It would have taken me three hours to do it right.” [...]

(These two ideas from Seth, which came through in connection with his data on moment points, are to me very suggestive of the concept of long sound. [...]

[...] Suddenly her voice became high-pitched and, at first, quite incomprehensible to me because of the rapidity of her speech. [...]

(She repeated variations of this idea again and again, which gave me time to write down some of them. [...]

[...] I was angry at session’s end, however, with the fact that she had responded to the publicity dilemma with aggravated hand and arm symptoms, and that it had taken me so long myself to realize what was going on. It made me question what we were doing generally, that such an obvious response should escape our notice. [...]

[...] It came to me that this dilemma was the reason for her much worse hand and arm discomfort: She can barely hold the telephone now, and has much trouble typing. [...]

(What particularly upset me about the flap over publicity was that I saw in it a repetition of past ways of refusing to meet challenges head on involved with the psychic work. [...]

[...] I for one have no real idea of how Prentice-Hall may react, although Jane told me today that she’s picked up that Prentice-Hall plans to be much more aggressive on questions concerning publicity. [...]

If — now, a brief innocuous-enough example — you meet an individual often enough and think, “He gives me a pain in the neck,” it is surely no coincidence that you find yourself with a painful neck in future encounters with this person. [...]

[...] I easily felt Seth staring at me through her wide-open eyes.)

[...] To me, Jane’s very deep trance had seemed to be quite impervious, her delivery fueled by a driving energy. [...]

(Moreover, she sat waiting for me to finish these notes so that Seth could return. [...]

[...] Let me tell you that he who hates an evil merely creates another one.

Let me try to throw some light upon what I am trying to tell you. [...]

Are you following me in this material?

Now: Far be it from me to interrupt your edifying conversation. [...]

For Seth to comment on our world is okay, but for me to somehow insist that his material offer solutions to all of men’s problems is not— instead it limits the sessions creative thrust. [...]

[...] I’ve felt that I should “push” the material, go on television or whatever to demonstrate and promote it, but that is the “wrong” level for me.... [...]

[...] The friend who took the photo caught me by surprise during a lunch hour; hence my position in the act of stretching, and the startled expression.

[...] Since it was a photo of me I felt it would have an emotional attraction for her.

Do you have an envelope for me?

[...] As usual she took it from me without opening her eyes, and held it against her forehead throughout. [...]

3. And yes, the situation can be reversed, too: Seth can get irritated/frustrated with Jane and me. This excerpt is from the private session of November 11, 1979: “… the same kind 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. [...]

[...] To me the political situation, meaning a choice between Carter and Reagan, is almost intolerable, and I wondered why our country had chosen this time of travail, as they say.

[...] On a summer evening after dusk in the dream, I went for a walk with Floyd Waterman (I’ll call him), a ‘real’ friend from Elmira who was visiting me. [...]

[...] Her comment reminded me of some material I’d written last month, and had mentioned to her a few times since — that over very long spans of time the earth and all of its creatures stay the same, relatively speaking, and that only human beings, with their ideas of ‘progress’ and ‘development’ change.