“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Now give me a moment, and we will begin by resuming our chapter on religion. [...]

The third personality, mentioned many times by me, has not in your terms yet appeared, although his existence has been prophesied as the “Second Coming” (Matthew 24). [...]

(There followed a short exchange between Seth and me, which isn’t recorded verbatim because it was too rapid. [...]

(As we continued to talk during break, Jane then told me she knew the answers to the questions I had asked. [...]

Your cat sensed me in the beginning of the session. He is however rather acquainted with me now. [...]

If you use psychological time as I have told you, you will get immediate firsthand experience of many facets of reality which take me pages to explain with the indirect use of words. [...]

You were quite correct, Joseph, in your feeling that art created another plane, and now let me hit you with this one: that the paintings of an artist to some degree have a consciousness of their own, not imprisoned either by the form itself.

I suggest a brief break, and let me congratulate you my dear Joseph upon your latest manipulation of camouflage pattern in terms of your entryway. [...]

(At 9:30 she told me Seth might go into my dream of May 27—yesterday—in which I drove an automobile down West Water St. at 90 miles per hour, without harm. [...]

(Our dream discussion before the session led me to voice a question about dreams that I don’t think Seth has covered in just that way. [...]

[...] “What good does it do for Seth to go into me? [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

(Jane slept well last night, got up with me this morning, and has had a relatively peaceful day. [...]

[...] Behind me in the fireplace we heard once again the mysterious scratching or chucking or chirruping sounds we’ve become aware of lately, as though a family of animals or birds has young hatching our or growing in a nest on the other side of the closed damper. [...]

[...] “It’s me,” Jane said. [...]

(The animal/bird noises continued in the fireplace chimney behind me. [...]

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

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Or if you have a question ask me. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

I estimate that it’ll take me five or six weeks to type the final manuscript of the book for our publisher. [...]

[...] She also thought of giving me the night off, by way of celebrating a bit because I’ve finished the notes for Mass Events, but I told her I’d rather keep the sessions going as long as both of us feel like it. [...]

[...] When Joseph (as Seth calls me) read the last session, he wondered whether or not the invisible particles I referred to were the same as the units of consciousness I have spoken of before.

I am going to refresh myself by diving into some new concepts, for there are new concepts for me also, of course, and I dive into them from many positions all the time as well.

Do you want me to wait?

Sometimes it seems to me that I cannot get through to either of you in certain areas, for it is precisely your ambiguity and feelings of distrust that cut improvements short, and that aggravate any otherwise briefly experienced discomforts—that is, they become exaggerated and linger.

[...] You can choose to believe me, and to act upon what I tell you, or you can choose to ignore the implications of what I say. [...]

(10:44.) It is basically so simple—so simple—that your projected difficulties appall me. [...]

[...] A rather innocent remark made by Jane shortly before 9 PM got me started, hence the session’s late beginning.

First of all, (to me) do not lose your sense of perspective, that larger perspective, that our work should give you. [...]

[...] I appeared in class and he did not see me, and his friend did. [...]

One note: you also feel at times (to me) that you have not done enough through your reincarnations to help the race, or it would be in better condition.

([John:] “Can you give me more information of these four men?”)

When you have your millions, remember me. [...]

([John:] “This material you gave me tonight wasn’t a joke, was it?”)

[...] If you do not want me to go booming through him for hours then I suggest that you call his name three times. [...]

If I go too fast slow me down.

First of all, before we get to the meaning or import of the tapes, let me say that Ruburt is learning to handle energy in other fashions. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

(Before the session tonight Jane told me she thought Seth was getting ready to start another book of his own soon. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Do you have any questions, Joseph (as Seth calls me?

All of this becomes very complicated because of your value judgments, which oftentimes seem to lack — if you will forgive me — all natural common sense. [...]

I have spoken before about the growth of what you call ego-consciousness — which, let me reiterate, has its own unique rewards. [...]

[...] After break Seth returned with some excellent material for Jane and me. [...]

(Amused:) At the risk of repeating myself, I make these remarks (to me). [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

Then somehow our conversation led me to wonder whether our cat, Billy, is color-blind, as we’ve heard most animals are. So far Billy had spent the session beside me on the couch, alternately napping and preening himself. [...]

[...] (To me:) You have the same kind of “form.” [...]

[...] Jane got herself back into position across the coffee table from me while I described what I’d learned lately about Cro-Magnon man, who had lived in Europe some 35,000 years ago. [...]

(Long pause at 10:18.) In a fashion—and forgive me for using one of my favorite qualifications again—but in a fashion, cultures do not evolve in the kind of straightforward manner that is usually supposed. [...]

[...] There was an indistinct male personage or figure on the sidewalk before me, passing the empty storefront. I then heard my own voice coming out of the store, saying something to this effect: “Now, you’ve known me before.” [...]

[...] She looked at me wordlessly as I walked toward the door, but before I reached it I heard her say, “I’m all right now.”

[...] Why man so often mistrusts the dream reality would escape me, if I did not know the nature of the ego.

[...] For a second I glimpsed a small kitchen, that reminded me of Marie Colucci’s. Was Marian perhaps there? [...]

Now, do you have an envelope for me?

(At 9:45 Jane took the double sealed envelope from me for the 82nd experiment and pressed it to her closed eyes in a horizontal manner briefly, before gesturing with it.)

[...] To me, this referred certainly to the pepper shaker, as I turned it upside down while shaking into the envelope. [...]

Tell Ruburt to call on me before he sleeps, and we shall see what we can do for his comfort. [...]

[...] I’d forgotten to describe my idea for a novel to Jane, but the article immediately reminded me to do so. There were similarities in the story that reminded me of my own experience. [...]

[...] (To me:) You organize mental and physical events in a creative manner. [...]

(I smiled at Seth as “he” leaned toward me. [...]

[...] On weekdays the motor carrier usually leaves the paper in its box around 3:15–3:30, so the paper was “in position” for me to zoom in on it. [...]

(Pause at 11:00.) Augustus said, “My friend killed a neighbor of mine who was against me by giving him pneumonia. He looks out for me.” [...] So he said, “I would like to know how much of this great ability belongs to me.” And looking briefly away: “Perhaps I do not need my friend to protect me after all.” [...]

[...] But as soon as she came out of trance — which was quickly, as usual — she told me, “I can tell that Seth’s got more on that right there, all ready and waiting…. [...]

[...] I called Billy to me. He perched briefly on my own lap, then curled up on the cushion beside me.

[...] So she’s been working on her own James, writing poetry, painting, and helping me out with Seth’s Psyche by doing some of the work I usually do when he’s finished a book: typing sessions for the manuscript, checking my rough notes, rewriting some of them and making suggestions about others. [...]

[...] As Ruburt speaks for me he sits in one. [...]

1. Seth’s material on dying and the nature of consciousness immediately reminded me of what he’d said at 11:20 in the 801st session: “Dying is a biological necessity…. [...]

[...] She’d called me at 8:45. [...]

(Actually, I learned as we talked, Jane had called me for a session Monday evening, but I hadn’t heard her. [...]

[...] One thing that inhibited me is that I was aware, of course, of the predominantly negative context or tone of the whole idea of the list. [...]

(At 9:12 Jane reminded me that she’d been sleeping much better recently. [...]