“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] May I add that when I am feeling pleasant you should at least take advantage of it; for your own pleasure, of course, and not mine. [...]

(See the details of Jane’s dreams, detailed on page 5. For more data on the immediate past lives of Jane and mine in Boston, before the Civil War, see the 59th session, Volume 2, page 140. [...]

Since his consciousness and mine were more directly encountering our experiences, however, then the inconsistencies showed their strain more in his experience.

Since this material must be comprehensible, Ruburt and I together form our own pathway of perceptions—he from his end and me from mine, so that we thread back and forth as if (underlined) through the wiring of some vast computer—but a computer that is alive.

[...] Ruburt cannot answer all mail personally, however, or his work and mine could suffer. [...]

Of my three class counterparts other than Jane, then, it developed that Norma Pryor and Jack Pierce soon embarked upon their own paths, which hardly ever cross mine even though we don’t live that far apart. [...]

[...] At 10:05 I called her name three times; finally she began to come out of it slowly, I do not believe she succeeded too well, however, for a remark of mine ended break at 10:13.)

And Jane’s intent and mine, too. [...]

[...] In a way the two volumes are the products of an inner psychic ‘combustion’ — the spark that is lit in our world, as Seth’s reality strikes mine — or vice versa. [...]

[...] There are mines nearby.

[...] Not because it is mine but because truth can be sensed within it. [...]

[...] You must say: “They are mine no longer. [...]

[...] However, I had an excellent experience which was reminiscent of mine on November 19, in which my left heel felt as though the bed had disappeared beneath it. [...]

[...] Jane said she remembered little of the delivery, except that Josef was modeled after a life of mine. [...]

You had better write this, though it is not clear: a mine establishment, which may be something underground, you see.

[...] The prose expression was nothing like mine; it was very childish. [...]

(Jane and Bill now made their drawings of the clock, without seeing each other’s or mine, and my copies of all three are below. [...]

[...] But Ruburt is saying “This experience of mine means that this other kind of mental and spiritual world-view is natural—not alien, not a part of another culture.”

[...] Estelle’s notes may be more complete than mine, and for this reason we plan to exchange copies of the session.

(Yesterday afternoon, to my surprise, I had still another internal vision experience with a Roman counterpart self of mine in the first century A.D.; it was reminiscent of my three Romans of last October, yet perplexing, too — for this time I saw a different Roman counterpart. [...]

[...] The third man, Ernfred Anderson, who has a national reputation as a sculptor and teacher at Elmira College, and is a close friend of Bill, Jane and mine, advised Bill to remove the painting. [...]