“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

And yet a portion of you knows the answer, and a portion of you knows who you are, and the memories of your previous lives are not in your genes or in your chromosomes, but in the psychic reality that forms the genes and the chromosomes. [...] The physical mechanism has chromosomes indeed, but the physical chromosomes have a psychic counterpart, and the psychic counterpart is the original; and within you is the codified information containing all your past lives and all your knowledge, and it is hidden so deep within you that the subconscious as you know it does not realize the truth, for the subconscious as you know it is, indeed, a very shallow affair containing only those hidden memories from this life.

[...] You can influence the past today; you can have memory of the future.

I awakened toward morning with my body quite sore and with the memory of an earlier dream scene. [...]

“Yet in such a small mass, these intensities contain memories and experiences electromagnetically coiled one within the other through which I can travel—even as I can travel through other selves which I have known and which are a portion of my identity, and yet which are so beautifully unpredetermined, for you do not exist as completed personalities within my memory, but you grow within my memory.

“You grow through my memory as a tree grows up through space, and my memory changes as you change. My memory of you includes your probable selves, and all of these coordinates exist simultaneously in a point that takes up no space. [...]

[...] (See my files.) On the other hand, you telepathically picked up from memory of a period in his life when he was afraid that he might die. [...]

[...] Your emotions trigger your memories, and they organize your associations. [...]

[...] Remember an event, and then follow it with the memory of one that actually came earlier. [...]

[...] If you are afraid of yourself, if you are afraid of your own memories, you will block your associative processes, fearing for example that they will bring to light matters best forgotten — and usually sexual matters.

(On leaving Nassau October 31, we passed a memorial, though not a statue, dedicated to Sir Harry Oakes, who was murdered. [...]

A memorial commemorating the beginning of a revolution or a war. [...]

[...] If such past memories are consciously recovered, as they have been, the closed mind of the academic psychologist will not see what he has, but will suppose the overworked imagination responsible. [...]

The study of dreams has been held back immeasurably because past-life memories have been stubbornly ignored. [...]

[...] Memories in dreams and in the trance state are usually already censored. [...]

[...] You fight a memory that lingers on the outskirts of your mind. [...] The rest is a facade to hide the memory. [...]

[...] Jane retained slight memory of what she had delivered as Seth. [...]

[...] Jane retained a little memory, as before, of the material’s content. [...]

[...] You were out-of-body last night, however, in here with him, and retain no memory. [...]

[...] Often past-life memories come to the surface but are not recognized as such, since they appear in fantasy form, or are projected into art creations.

[...] Such instances represent an excellent working rapport between the present self and the unconscious, which brings these memories to the surface in such a way that current life is enriched. [...]

[...] The new individual has a deeply buried memory of its past lives, but the personal consciousness of the last reincarnated self must not be superimposed upon this new identity. [...]

[...] It inspires you, reveals to you names and facts and scenes from the storehouse of memory. [...]

(I have a few boyhood memories of Ella’s retarded son, also named Jay. [...]

(I can say that as far as my own memory goes, Seth has furnished a stunningly accurate picture of Aunt Ella, her temperament, etc. [...]

[...] Jane had no conscious memory of my doing so. [...]

[...] She had no offhand conscious memory of hearing about Aunt Ella’s penchant for collecting buttons, although she could have heard it easily enough from my mother, for instance.

If you tried to hold all of those subconscious memories uppermost in your mind all of the time, then you would literally be unable to think or act in the present moment at all. [...]

[...] This division is bringing up memories subconsciously, in this past life where there was this division between you and your brother.

[...] It inspires you, guides you, reveals to you names and facts and scenes from the storehouse of memory. [...]

[...] as a children’s game,” is quite interesting to us, and we believe a good example of the way associative memory can work while also being accurate. [...] Jane is very attached to playground accoutrements; she has especially fond memories of children’s seesaws and swings. [...]

[...] It is that indeed which contains the memories and experiences, in codified units, of the present individual. [...]

[...] The other brother was battling for what the organization wanted, and served the organization well—you are now battling the things the organization wants and you feel the division—this division is bringing up memories subconsciously, in this past life where there was this division between you and your brother. [...]

[...] The nightmare itself can be like a shock treatment given by one portion of the self to another, in which cellular memory is touched off much as it might be in such an LSD session.

[...] Consciousness finds itself in a crisis situation; not [because of one coming] from the exterior world, but because it is forced to fight on a battleground for which it was never designed and cannot understand, where basically counted-upon allies of association, memory and organization, and all the powers of the inner self, are suddenly turned into enemies.

[...] Previous cellular memory is carried along easily from one cell generation to another.

[...] Its images and experience, furthermore, are seldom forgotten, and the so-called new ego is born with the memory of their imprint. [...]