“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She told me again about the book-burning a priest had conducted in her back yard, when she was a teen-ager. [...]

(“Okay,” Jane said, “it’s me.”

[...] He did correctly hear me today. [...]

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] Then she reminded me of Seth’s final lines for this first volume (given after break ended at 11:05 in the 704th session), and I suggest that the reader review that material now.

[...] That material makes an excellent ending for Volume 2. For Jane and me, our house-hunting adventures were an intensely interesting journey through a complicated skein of probabilities. [...]

(To me:)Your world view, for example, involves your knowledge and comprehension of government and politics as you perceive them, through reading or television. [...]

[...] There are strains connected with the route you have chosen, but at least you have the hopes of accomplishment—and, if you will forgive me —the creative joy of an honest pursuit. [...]

for me to decipher,

[...] Later Jane told me she had very little memory of what Seth had said, even in the very strong voice; this is unusual for her.)

He allowed me to come through in a more definite fashion. [...]

Did you have an envelope for me, Joseph?

(Jane paused at 9:40, then took the envelope for our 48th experiment from me without opening her eyes. [...]

[...] Our landlord was with me, and told me that I could use the blinds, since someone in the house had obviously decided they no longer wanted to use these. [...]

[...] I would, nevertheless, appreciate Ruburt taking me at my word sometimes. [...]

[...] Half in and out of the envelope was an old snapshot of Rob and me.

(On October 21, last Wednesday during the session, a remark I made led Jane to recall that on the night before she had had a dream involving a washing machine that leaked and flooded; she told me that she was not sure whether it was the automatic washer in the cellar of the apartment house or not. [...]

[...] Leonard does have a newspaper connection with Jane and me, in that he obtains the New York Times at work, then gives it to us each day after he finishes reading it. [...] His name may have arisen in this data however through distortion, since it would appear the Gallaghers have a more direct newspaper connection with the object, through me.

(The 79th envelope object was a drawing made by me on Friday, November 25th, at work. [...]

Now do you have an envelope for me?

(At 10:08, Jane took the envelope for our 79th experiment from me. [...]

(The second session was held at our apartment Friday evening, December 30, with Jane and me, Wesley Swan, Bill Macdonnel, Pat Norelli and Claire Crittenden present. [...]

[...] Give me a moment here.

Do you have an envelope for me?

(At 9:39 Jane took the sealed double envelope from me for the 81st experiment. [...]

[...] The knocking woke me up, but I saw them pulling out of the driveway so let them go. [...]

(I told Jane after the session that the affair involving Carol and Fred, plus the session material itself, had seemed to give me a firm grasp on the Framework 2 reality; I’ve already begun putting the new appreciation into use. [...]

(The encounter with the Canadian couple was so recent that as we sat for the session it hadn’t occurred to Jane and me to hope that Seth would discuss the affair, or to even ask that he do so. [...]

[...] Somehow the two incidents described, involving Rusty and Hal, and Carol and Fred, had served to impress upon me the validity of Seth’s ideas about Frameworks 1 and 2 in ways that the intellectual understanding of those concepts alone hadn’t done. [...]

“Years ago such spontaneous objections of mine really bothered me,” she continued, “and I’d sit and mentally argue with Seth so that the session didn’t begin right away; it only started after I mentally shut up. [...] It just hadn’t ever occurred to me, I guess.”

[...] Let me try to put that unhappy event in perspective now, in the continuing chronology of our lives as they’re enmeshed in the Seth material in general and in Mass Events in particular.

[...] At once Jane and I named them Billy Two and Mitzi: Billy Two, obviously, because he was also a tiger cat and bore a strong resemblance to the dead Billy; Mitzi because with her longer, black and white fur she at once reminded me of the Mitzi who’d belonged to the Butts’s next-door neighbors when I was a child. [...]

[...] At the time (she wrote later for me) emotionally she objected strenuously to that message of Seth’s, since “it seemed too easy a way to sign off a cat’s life — or any other life — even if it was true. [...]

[...] Also, she’s indulged in long conversations with me—and on occasion with certain friends—when we apparently were present in out-of-body states. Related here are actions she thought she was participating in with me, say, yet when she “woke up,” she discovered we hadn’t done any of those things. [...] “I don’t know what I was doing in my chair,” she said at 11:05 A.M. yesterday; she’d fallen asleep after telling me she had to use the commode. “I don’t like the way the thyroid business is making me feel…. [...]

[...] To me, redemption means a continuous search or journey, then, involving whatever events and interchanges we choose to create, for whatever purposes, along the way—and truly, I think, some of those purposes will involve things “the conscious mind may not be able presently to perceive.” [...]

[...] As a very perceptive young lady wrote Jane and me recently, why can’t people be progressed to their future lives just as successfully as they’re regressed to their past lives? [...]

[...] Yet our mass reality obviously is large enough to allow me room to generate such fanatical thoughts….

2. This reminded me that before Seth Speaks was even contracted for, Seth told Tam that it would be published.

[...] The following thoughts came to me while I was painting this morning. [...]

[...] He is trying so hard that he bends over backwards to be honest, and if you will forgive me, Frank.

[...] Do you follow me?

[...] “I feel funny—like some part of me wants to crawl into that Foster Street house and hide there. [...]

[...] But she still looked teary-eyed to me, though. [...]

[...] Why does a gentle touch soothe me, while a slap hurts me?”

[...] Jane said she’d sent Mitzi a stream of suggestions while I coaxed her into letting me put the collar on her. [...]

[...] Yesterday he tried again, both of us remembering the Magical Approach; me saying mentally that the affair would take place easily, etc. [...]

(An hour before she went into trance this evening, Jane told me that she could get several channels from Seth, each one concerning a different subject, and that “we’d better see” which one came through tonight. [...]

[...] No matter how far you journey — on a motorcycle, in a car or plane, or on foot — (gesturing to me as Seth, Jane then changed the sentence) by bicycle or camel, or truck or vessel, still you are the wanderer, and the land or ocean or desert is the environment through which you roam. [...]

[...] This applies equally to Ruburt and Joseph (Seth’s entity name for me). Thus far, my books have included Joseph’s extended notes. [...]

[...] I will ask you, my readers, to bear with me then. [...]

[...] I made no conscious connection with the dream in any case, and it seems to me I might have woken up chilly on more than one night last week also.)

(I kept telling them I was standing nearby, just in case they could see anything of me. [...]

[...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]

[...] Do you have a test for me?

[...] The day before, John Bumbalo had taken me back and forth to the hospital.

(Jane added that when she listens to me read a session to her, she’ll get glimpses from Seth sometimes of what he’s going to say next time: “The thoughts are mine, but also a mixture, they have a tinge of Seth’s ideas.” [...]

[...] She asked me if I wanted her to continue doing so. [...]

(There would be material in this book, Jane told me, about: