“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They had recognized elements of my voice, but because of the volume did not really think it was mine. [...]

[...] And imagine also, therefore, that within yourselves now are other far more wise selves and that within your eyes are other eyes as old as mine and other selves quite as ancient and quite as new and that these selves, within yourselves, look out at me and wink and in winking know what they know. [...]

And I give you all what blessings are mine to give. [...]

(“Do you want to say something about our discussion yesterday, about changing the past from the present?” I felt that Seth was bound to agree with Jane’s version of what he’d said, rather than mine.

The birth principle is also here on your parts, not mine, in that the sessions involve a projection into a reality that is largely new, and a birth on your parts, you see. [...]

[...] I give you again what blessings are mine to give and I will return to classes often. [...]

I would like the book, mine, to run approximately the same length as the one which he has just finished. [...]

[...] As her world became physically smaller, she seemed to reach out into mine.

[...] Her hands reached out for mine, supplicatingly. [...]

Now, I admit that no child ever spoke with a voice like mine. [...] But the joy and vitality that is mine, and I am far older than you are, can be used by you. [...]

[...] I felt during the process the inevitability, the recognition, even a sense of familiarity: “Of course, this particular dying is mine and no other.” [...]

[...] Your reality cannot be measured any more than mine. [...]

Intuitively Ruburt blazed through such beliefs—intuitively—and his books and mine are evidence of that. [...]

[...] In one manner of speaking mine is heroic, larger and multidimensional. [...]

Now, I bid you a fond good evening, and those blessings that are mine to give, I give you. [...]

[...] Jane knows all too well what I mean, for her own attitudes here follow mine very closely.

You have both built an excellent edifice of a different kind, in Ruburt’s books and mine, and in the sessions themselves, an edifice most admirable, and one that is composed of a kind of material that on its own possesses, among other characteristics, automatic self-protective ones. [...]

Your own father (meaning mine) has been in contact with his relative recently dead (Alice Butts). [...]

[...] They also look remarkably alike in their brittle and discolored condition — almost as though they’d been snapped at the same time — yet mine is older than Jane’s by 20 years.

[...] In blurred focus behind me an unknown teen-age girl sits on a swing that’s suspended from a tree limb, and an empty wicker stroller-type carriage [mine?] stands beside her. [...]

(After a pause at 12:02, Seth delivered a page of material for Jane before ending the session at 12:16 A.M. As I interpret his information on the photographs, then, Jane’s depicts an individual who was to become a probable Jane to the one I know, while mine is pretty much an early version of the self who’s always lived in this reality …)

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[...] I am sorry that somehow I cannot use it in the way that you use your writing, and even in the way that I can use mine. [...]

[...] The organization of such a topic therefore is mine. [...]

[...] For I will perceive certain types of information that are basic, and when Ruburt’s abilities, his own abilities as apart from mine, are fully developed, then he will be able to add certain specifics that have direct personal application.

[...] The last vision of mine that he discussed took place on August 30,1965, and is dealt with in the 183rd session. [...]

[...] Your existence, and mine for that matter, on any particular level is predetermined by complete concentration or focus of inner selves upon the particular universe in question. [...]

[...] Your ideas of practicality are not mine. [...]