“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We have kept detailed records, and I have made at least a sketch of most of mine. Many of mine have been visual, while Jane seems to produce more audio effects. [...]

[...] If you do not take Ruburt’s word then at least listen to mine. You need not take mine but listen to it, and there are no accidents. [...]

[...] This is your life, and your life, and your life, and not mine. [...]

Now I give you all again those blessings that are mine to give, and I am here with you very clearly this evening so that you should be able rather vividly to sense my reality, and in sensing my reality to sense that greater reality of your own. [...]

[...] Since you have already been through one monologue this evening (humorously), I will not keep you overlong with mine.

When Ruburt is finished with his own book and I am done with mine, a vacation should come in any case, and will be not only acceptable but most beneficial.

[...] For that matter I welcome a witness, and it is time that you had one—for your own edification, not mine, and it should do my nervous pigeon Ruburt some good.

[...] It is a failing of mine but I enjoy it. [...]

[...] Although Jane’s father, and my own, had died the previous year (in 1971), our mothers were still living: Jane’s in a nursing home in upstate New York, and mine at the Butts family home in Sayre, Pennsylvania, which is only 18 miles from Elmira and just south of the New York State border. [...]

[...] Jane’s mother was to die within three months of our return home, mine over a year later (in November 1973).

[...] During the session Seth discussed Billy’s illness to some extent, while also giving the first “installment” of an answer to a longstanding question of mine: I was curious about the relationship between the host — whether human, animal, or plant — and a disease it might contract, one that was “caused,” say, by a virus. [...]

“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. [...]

[...] The situation reminded me of my wife’s strong secretive streak in her makeup—one much like mine, I thought. [...]

[...] Jane’s list was on yellow paper, in dark ink the same color as mine.)

[...] Seth has said a little about this in response to a question of mine, but we need much more. [...]

[...] His main consciousness was merged with mine in the session format; while in the waking experience his consciousness was in the normal image, which sensed the projected one. [...]

[...] On occasion the connection is far less than perfect, and there is a strain on his part and mine. [...]

(As Jane sat resting during break, staring absently at the floor, she received the word “mine.” [...] In two recent envelope experiments Jane has used the word mine, or the underground image thus conjured up, to refer to a grave, meaning death.

[...] His connection also here—keep this separately from mine—is of the old house used by the Christian Science church.

[...] And these cubes are themselves within cubes, and I am speaking now only of the small particle of space taken up by your plane and mine.

[...] From it is woven all material of your world and mine.”

[...] This is a personal goal of mine.)

[...] I recognized it as mine, or one I will do, of Bill Gallagher. [...]

I wish you all good evening and those blessings that are mine to give. [...]

[...] When she returned home she used the pendulum to learn that she had been repressing reactions to a statement of mine of the other day, to the effect that I didn’t think she’d be able to get around well enough to go on tour for Seth Speaks, if Prentice-Hall asked us to. [...]