“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Now this person is an old friend—and I mean old—of mine... [...]

After discussing another dream of mine, Seth said good night at 10:11 P.M. “I felt so relaxed before the session I was like a dishrag,” Jane said with a laugh. [...]

The material of mine that Ruburt read tonight can help him again now. [...]

[...] He is producing his books and mine —a double kind of production that entails almost two publishing schedules.

Were you born once in winter,
in Europe’s ice and snow,
when villages were dark at night
and wolves roamed the towering hills?
Or dark-skinned, did your swaddling cry
pierce Egypt’s early dawn?
How many birthdays come and gone,
how many homelands, each your own?
How many loves have whispered through
the patterns of your mind?
How many sons and daughters have grown
from your womb or loins?
What voices merge with mine
to wish you happy birthday,
and what loves within your past
lay out a feast of wine and cakes?

[...] One of the main points of his work, and mine, is the definition of the well-intentioned self, of course. [...]

[...] Nevertheless, they represented a necessary beginning in these endeavors, and a beginning for which no apology is needed on your part or on mine.

There is also something else you can do at such times—and try all of these suggestions of mine, for one or another may be particularly effective, while another simply does not suit you as well: one way or another, imagine a kind of neutral platform, a subjective platform. [...]

I am speaking overall—making no divisions here between Ruburt’s books and mine.

[...] Jane’s pace had slowed considerably by now.) Ruburt could if he chose, add his own notes and comments, for his experience in our sessions is vastly different from mine. [...]

Jane was interested in our talk—mine, mostly—but finally she revealed that it was better for her when Seth didn’t take a break: “I like it when he zooms right through to the end.” [...]

[...] They were mine definitely. [...]

[...] The remark of mine to be discussed was one I had made around supper time, and I was now rather surprised to see it crop up in the material.)

(Nabene is the name for a personality of mine that presumably lived as a male in the first century AD in Rome, Italy. [...]

(Pause at 11:00.) Augustus said, “My friend killed a neighbor of mine who was against me by giving him pneumonia. [...]

[...] The one consciousness (mine) stands in its body on the ground and looks up at the strange variations of itself represented by the geese. [...]

[...] Jane paints in her own manner, quite different than mine, but the above data is not her way of thinking in painting terms as far as I know. [...]

There is some difference, of course, in Ruburt’s mind between his attitude toward his books and mine. [...]

[...] the books themselves—mine as well as his—are themselves indications of achievements (pause) that are not easily broken off, since they represent the natural, creative development of his own abilities and growth. [...]

These statements of mine are general, for each individual will have his or her own way of reinforcing beliefs. [...]

[...] But Ruburt did not want to add his ideas to this discussion, he wanted to find out what you thought, and so I should, by rights, not add mine. [...]