“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A mine, or something deep in the earth. [...]

[...] I’m 16 in mine, and one year short of finishing high school. [...]

[...] (Jane’s happened on Monday afternoon, December 9, while mine took place this afternoon.) Jane’s was especially clear, featuring a communication from Stella Butts — who was seemingly quite “herself.” [...]

[...] Usually at least one of mine per night dealt with flying or levitation. [...]

[...] The results would be even more intimate than those in James and Cézanne. A work like that would furnish invaluable clues concerning her redemption, on many levels, and mine as well.

I am pleased that Roarck came for a regular session, and also that he brought with him a friend, who has been a friend of his, though not of mine, on countless instances.

[...] I measured Jane’s above the middle knuckle, and mine above and below the same knuckle.

Originally, however, I felt a surge of uneasiness as soon as Seth mentioned that my friend, artist Peter Smith, is a counterpart of mine. [...]

[...] Checking backward through past sessions and Jane’s poetry, I soon learned that her intuitive grasp of the term had always been truer than mine, for I’d carried the idea that “counterpart” implied a status of opposites rather than the complementary one it really does. [...]

(With much good humor:) For all of those who have in their deepest, most sacred thoughts, imagined that to be quiet was good and to be dignified was pious, then such a performance as mine should certainly make them think!

[...] So I adopt a personality that can communicate with your own.³³ In one manner of speaking mine is heroic, larger, and multidimensional. [...]

35. Seth’s material in this excerpt reminded me strongly of certain passages of his (and mine) in the 702nd session in Volume 1: “As long as you think in terms of [subatomic] particles, you are basically off the track — or even when you think in terms of waves. [...]

“It represents the appearance that these abilities of mine take on when closely connected with the physical plane. [...]

[...] A brief history: Last month our friend Marie Colucci let a local dentist, Dr. Lodico, whom Jane and I have not met, borrow an abstract painting of mine to try out in his office. [...]

[...] I am not his subconscious nor is he mine.

(Howard bought a small tempera of mine picturing two apples; and then to Jane’s surprise he bought off the wall of our apartment a small abstract oil that Jane and I had produced jointly, in a humorous attempt at working together. [...]

[...] During break, we discussed what had been said and then somehow got to joking about a reincarnational drama-scene that Rob and I had played out a few months ago, in which he had apparently been a teacher of mine and an exasperatingly thorough record-keeper. [...]

Give us moment … These books, those written and not yet written, of his and mine, will provide frameworks for others to follow if they wish, as they wish.

(However, Seth has done as well with objects quite separated from the personal emotional life of Jane and mine. [...]

[...] The ship was mine.

[...] On the other hand, you feel it is “just punishment for these ears of mine that will not work.” [...]

[...] In mine, you kept on with the “messages” and found — I glance at Seth, who is smiling — ‘they were from him and you went on to discover fantastic things about life.’