“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Rob came out of his studio to listen to me. When I discovered that I had recorded nothing this time I felt cheated, because to me this reading had been most unusual.

[...] The sudden volume and depth and timbre of my voice was instantly apparent, and startled me. [...]

[...] At lunch I played the tape for Rob, then while posing for him I suggested to myself that I would go into a trance as soon as I began to read, and that Father Trainor would indeed use his voice to speak through me, if he was available. [...]

(Rob suggested another possibility: that as a medium I am starting to learn to let others in contact with me speak out. [...]

[...] The behavior also says “Look at me. You can’t attack me because I am in such poor shape. [...]

[...] As Seth she was most amused while she stared at me.)

[...] You (pointing to me) do not believe that nature is hostile, nor does Ruburt, but you both accept the concept that there are hostile elements against which you must protect yourselves, and that the artist or writer, or any sensitive wise person is at a great disadvantage against a system in which he is born, and that he is to some extent at its mercy.

[...] That was what your father (to me) thought when his phone rang.

Such energy is always available, whether you write to me or not. [...] If you believe me, then you will realize that others at best can only act as intermediaries, middlemen, and are in that respect not needed, for the energy is always available in your life. [...]

[...] The sirens continued, reminding me of animals prowling about in the distance. [...]

[...] Tell Ruburt I said so — but who listens to me? [...]

(11:44 p.m. Only our own weariness prompted me to end the session; I could tell that Seth was capable of continuing indefinitely. [...]

(Humorously:) The suspense is too much for me. [...]

[...] Let me give some other material here first however, in this connection.

There has been the inner sense of a void to be filled, a fear of identity escaping and running outward—my cup runneth over, and there will be none of me left, you see. [...]

[...] Tam Mossman said: “Seth was certainly into my imaginative life; also, he has me pegged psychologically.” [...]

(“It’s me,” Jane said after a pause.

[...] When it came time for me to leave, I started hunting around to find Billy. [...]

[...] It appears that he’s right so far, considering what our lawyer told me this morning about talking with the hospital, doctors, and Blue Cross.

He just told you that when he begins to speak for me he senses an entire tall structure of words, and unhesitatingly he lets that structure form (intently). The same is true with his ability to move and walk; the more he trusts his energy, the more his spontaneity forms its own beautiful order that results in the spontaneous physical art of walking — and he is indeed well along the way. [...]

(I meant to note: Some of today’s Seth material reminds me of Jane’s “sinful-self” material. [...]

[...] When I got to 330 Jane told me about her dream, which she had not long after I left last night.

[...] She also wants me to bring in an eyebrow pencil, so she can use that with her lipstick.

[...] Now, Jane said “cancel” to herself after she’d told me her feelings.)

[...] “The thought of adding rooms makes me shudder,” I laughed—“not that we might not do it....” [...]

[...] In fact, my back was bothering me considerably, whether the cause was physical, psychological, or both.

[...] My back bothered me considerably Friday and Saturday.

[...] It would be advantageous to check with me before you enter such endeavors.

[...] Bill Macdonnel asked Jane and me to attend a seance on the deserted third floor of the building in downtown Elmira, where Bill has his studio. [...]

The old desk in your family, you see (Jane pointed to me), although the spatial relationships there are difficult. [...]

[...] He is broken up because he has moved his furniture, but he does not confuse me. [...]

You could call me a transplant. [...]

[...] And often when you do not expect me. [...]

(Shortly before the session, Jane told me she thought we’d get material on the new book as well as some other information we were interested in.

[...] Let me give you an example.

[...] Seth now delivered several pages of material on other subjects for Jane and me. [...]

[...] Sit on porch in back all afternoon, and read Seven; PM Frank comes; confirms the changes since he’s seen me last—from the chiropractor’s standpoint.

It would be easy for me to tell you what you should do. [...]

([Brad:] “Will the pendulum give me access to my own resources?”)

[...] And you can say, “I am a person with good points and accomplishments, and here they are listed for me.” [...]

[...] She looks to you for direction and you do not give it, and therefore—if all within this room will excuse me—she turns into a bitch. [...]

[...] I certainly would not want to get him angry at me, as I am so familiar with his explosive reactions.

Do forgive me. [...]

(Here, Jane held her hands out to me, indicating that they were “fat.” [...]

Ruburt now will not block me. [...]

[...] Show me, show me, show me, Ruburt. [...]

[...] For you see, your experience of me now exists in electrically coded data within your own systems. [...]

[...] It sets me apart from the mob,” or, “I am too good for this world.” [...]

Let me add that the conscious mind is itself spontaneous. [...]

[...] Do you follow me here?

[...] That idea is something new for me, too.”)

[...] Do you follow me?

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(“Well, Seth’s about ready,” she laughed at 9:01, “but I don’t know about me....” [...]

[...] If you will forgive me, the excellent material means automatically, however, that many people with excellent intellects are naturally drawn to it, and some of the minds that will be important in following years are already acquainted with the material, or will be. [...]

[...] I could have told you more had you asked me, but another voice could have broken the connection. [...]

Sitters as a rule are indeed a benefit, in that the emotional impetus causes him to allow me greater freedom. [...]