“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A hole underground, as a mine or a grave. [...]

[...] Mine is of something steep, downward, with rock. [...]

[...] A hole underground, as a mine or grave.” [...]

[...] He projects part of his consciousness, at least at times, into mine. [...] Seth doesn’t have any great interest in taking over my body for any length of time, while I have an insatiable curiosity about the experience of getting out of mine.

For this reason alone, I would like to believe that his abilities were mine, that in the trance state, my own latent talents were operating without obstruction, freed from the normal hang-ups and distractions that annoy us all and hamper our development. I would like to think that for a few short hours a week, at least, I was operating at optimum capacity — that Seth’s energy and knowledge were really mine. [...]

[...] Sometimes I am distantly aware that my facial muscles are being rearranged as they mirror Seth’s emotions rather than mine. [...]

[...] Wait — just now as I wrote this I picked up something [from a part of my consciousness other than Ruburt or Seth], to the effect that the projection environment is as focused as mine is, really, but that it’s a probability of mine. [...]

[...] They are Don Simmons and Pete Tomoski, high school classmates of mine from Sayre, PA; I had not seen them for 33 years [1937]. [...]

The next chapter will describe my work, and those dimensions of reality into which it takes me, for as I travel into your reality I also travel into others, to fulfill that purpose which is mine to fill. [...]

[...] So I will describe mine, and others of which I have knowledge.

[...] I give you what blessings are mine to give you and what vitality is mine to give you. [...]

[...] Do not say, “It is miserable, but it is mine and I love it!” Throw it away! [...]

[...] And as I have said often, the portion of me that you know in this room is a certain portion of my personality from those personality banks that are mine. [...]

[...] You simply do not understand it, therefore I come to you in terms that you can understand, and these characteristics of mine that seem so cozy are to some extent devious. [...]

[...] Only I am aware of mine and you are not aware of yours. [...]

[...] Although his internal data reinforce mine to some extent, he can be no more specific about a physical location in the city for his visions than I can be for mine. [...]

[...] Given Seth’s concept of simultaneous time, the best connection I’ve made so far between the two soldiers is that as counterparts of mine they explore questions having to do with authority. [...]

[...] Peter’s surprising material, then, helps me tentatively recognize the physical connections those motionless visions of mine may have in our space and time.

[...] Jane’s mathematical knowledge and vocabulary [and mine] is so limited that any valid [or invalid?] data obtained in trance by Jane, on this subject, is of interest to us; the more we learn about these two sessions, the easier it will be for us to interpret another facet of trance experience.

[...] Mine is the achievement.

Mine is the hand that wrote (a long, puzzled pause, eyes closed), finis (hesitantly spelled out), to the proposition dealing with (pause, voice weaker), uncharted (voice suddenly stronger) then uncharted, aspects of... [...]

[...] What memories are mine?

[...] I hadn’t intended that any remark of mine about the dog lead to this kind of data, nor did Jane interpret it that way. [...]

[...] During the day–Jane’s vacation has another week to run, while mine ended today–Jane had remarked several times that she doubted there would be a session tonight. [...]

[...] It might be noted that although Jane’s hand rested in mine at the time, she was not aware of any change in feeling or sensation on my part.)

I did indeed, only now, tell Ruburt that if your Roosevelt held his fireside chats, I could hold mine, even without the benefit of a fireside.

[...] No doctor in your plane or mine, can relieve an individual of symptoms if the symptoms are serving a valid purpose to the inner self; or, in relieving particular symptoms, others will arise.

[...] He couldn’t lead other people’s lives for them (underlined), either—yet through the years I began to feel a greater and greater sense of responsibility for people with physical problems who wrote requiring Seth’s aid, or mine. [...]

“Actually,” she continued much more emphatically now, as we discussed her rather mild comments about the other Seths, “I’m deeply outraged that some people who considered themselves ‘followers’ of mine or Seth can so easily fool themselves when they claim to be speaking for Seth—be so blind to their own motives, or not recognize the fact that they’re taking advantage of people. [...]

(2. Much of Jane’s trance material on how individuals use dreams personally came through in answer to a question of mine that we’d often speculated about lately: If most people do not remember their dreams most of the time, of what use can their dreams be to them? [...]

[...] He thinks of it still to some degree as his book, rather than mine, and was worried that it would not do as well.

[...] I told Jane that tomorrow I’d replace the oil portrait of mine that’s been there on the bulletin board. [...]

[...] Perhaps this isn’t a good analogy — Seth is far from a dream character, and in fact I hardly ever dream of him at all — but he is a personality whose platform of reality isn’t the same as ours, a personality who writes books through me, but from his standpoint, not mine.

[...] Not that Seth is just another focus of mine, for it’s quite legitimate to say that I’m a focus of his consciousness in that same context; but that Seth represents that larger portion of the psyche from which our own kind of consciousness emerges. [...]

[...] Yet there had been an earlier moment just before the onrush of material when I sensed an odd psychological threshold, a certain accelerated state, that in this case at least signaled the intersection of Seth’s thoughts and mine. [...]

[...] I’m trying to make one basic point and the point is that energy and being are not sober, that the personality continues to exist, that those characteristics of mine which I considered mine, in your terms, at one time still continue to exist, and that your personality will also continue to exist. [...]

[...] Is mine sleeping?”)

[...] So I will bid you all a good evening and I give you those blessings that are mine to give. [...]

In the data he would often differentiate between his impressions and any of mine that had slipped in, connect mine to their source in personal associations, and tell us whether or not they were legitimate. [...]

[...] Peg’s diagram matched mine! [...]

[...] This idea also came back, reading a book on William James Peggy G. gave me for Xmas—his attitudes and mine so often seem similar—that he was determined to be daring, press ahead no matter what, explore consciousness—while at the same time being attracted to safety, disliking controversy, wanting peace, etc. [...]

Then we were all going back to our apartment, Rob’s and mine. [...]