“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane was well dissociated, retaining little memory of what Seth said. [...]

[...] You used, literally, a half of your energy repressing these memories and ideas building up a bridge between yourself and the rest of the world in terror that they should discover this secret, and so constructively you could not use this energy. [...]

[...] She had a vague memory of the near-shout I’d directed at Willy. [...]

[...] Sometimes it never touches the hub of your present moment at all, as you think of it, as far as your memory is concerned; yet the dream is, and it is registered at all other levels of your existence, including the cellular.

[...] When they sleep, the waking nations add the day’s events to the world memory, and work out future probabilities.

If you have little memory of your dream locations when you are awake, then remember that you have little memory of your waking locations when you are in the dream situation. [...]

[...] These units of consciousness are within all physical matter, containing their own memories. [...]

[...] Memory operates backward and forward in time. [...]

[...] Each consciousness retains memory of all its experiences, of each gestalt of which it has been part, and of the errors and of the successes in which it has been involved.

[...] And you create for the same reason, and within all of you is the memory of that primal agony—that urge to create and free all probable consciousnesses into actuality.

[...] There is no period of time, in your terms, that you can mention, but some of us have been from there, and carry within our memories the indelible experience that was gained in that particular context.

[...] It’s loaded with memories for me. [...]

[...] You realize that your early memories are sparse. [...]

“If you have little memory of dream locations when you are awake, you have little memory of ‘physical’ locations when you are in the dream state. [...]

[...] But I do suggest that perhaps some of them have already done so without knowing it, waking only with the memory of a particularly bad nightmare.

[...] It carries within it the memory of each of your past existences. [...]

(She’d even thought I disapproved of her way of dress at times, whereas, if memory serves me correctly, I’d almost always liked the way she dressed, fixed her hair, and so on. [...]

[...] And by journeying inward I do not mean a quick and hasty and apologetic trip to your child memories. [...]

[...] He retained memory of his earlier knowledge, and for a considerable period he could now and then recapture that knowledge. [...]

[...] And by journeying inward I do not mean a quick and hasty and apologetic trip to your child memories. [...]

[...] I do want him to initiate some fast, quick physical motion, you see, so that the muscular memory is imprinted in this direction.

[...] In vivid memory is a picture of her attempting to get out of the family car in front of 704 N. Wilbur Avenue, in Sayre, after Fred had driven the family over to see my parents for a visit—probably on a Sunday.