“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Pause, one of many.) Even though this book is being dictated within time’s tradition, therefore, I must remind you that basically (underlined) that tradition is not mine—and more, basically (underlined), it is not yours either.

[...] For my personality is not Ruburt, nor is Ruburt mine. [...]

This is needed added evidence; that helps build up your confidence—when you begin to trust yourself and your body successfully enough, trust that the power to change is in the present, and organize your feeling and thoughts under a new banner—mine being: responsive.

[...] It was much more like my own voice, yet it wasn’t mine. [...]

[...] Basically, Seth’s name or mine isn’t important. [...]

“In the most important way, and in the only basic way, I am Seth, dispensing with certain characteristics which are mine, which I used to contact you. [...]

“Now, these characteristics are mine, and I am who I say I am. [...]

Again the mental words — surely not mine — responded. [...]

[...] I could feel a good-humored vitality, not mine, close and present.

The mover, the breather, the dreamer
Shares with me this fond flesh.
He is a twin so like myself
That I cannot recognize his face.
He goes his way and I go mine.
We never meet head-on, and yet
I am aware of this ghost
Behind my every word or act.
Who moves? [...]

[...] Such innocent suggestions of mine are usually quite important. [...]

(The idea seemed to be that creativity, mine and anyone’s, is initially playful, curious, seeks expression—and is one of the highest kinds of psychic play—the artist playing with concepts no matter what the art; and actually inserts his or her reality onto the world, superimposed upon it. [...]

[...] One large difference between your environment and mine is that you must physically materialize mental acts as physical matter. [...]

[...] I form mine following the same rules, though you end up with physical objects and I do not.

[...] So I don’t believe comparisons between her selling her work, and me selling mine, mean much. [...]

(I do believe that I haven’t made enough of an effort to inform Jane of feelings and goals of mine that I seem to have taken for granted. [...]

There will be further library experiences, however—and tell him (louder) that the doctor is a friend of mine. [...]

Yours or mine. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Death in a mine explosion. [...]

[...] It should be obvious in the book that the material is not disembodied but sifted through the personality that is mine. [...]

[...] (Pause.) I am giving you the material through a personality that you can understand; one that is mine, one of my favorite selves. [...]

(I wonder: The car blocking mine belonged to a young man who lives in a downstairs apartment. [...] Since my friend of downstairs knew his car must be blocking mine, perhaps I received a telepathic communication from him upon arising this morning. [...]

Your feelings on the mentioned evening were legitimate as far as you and Ruburt were concerned, even though those feelings, for many reasons, were not mine. [...]

[...] This was much more her idea than mine.

[...] I have had this same personality with some minor changes throughout the ages, and you are stuck with yours as I am stuck with mine. [...] I want you to realize that while I no longer inhabit your physical system, the human personality that is mine and thus has filled many physical forms, still exists. [...]

(Pause.) I am a part of your unknown reality, and you are a part of mine. [...]

[...] That’s her focus in life [and mine, too]: the full commitment to artistic production. [...]

In her own creative way, Jane is doing just this; her physical symptoms are the signposts of her personal struggle, and of mine, and of our joint incomplete knowledge. [...]

[...] And once again, Seth used a “fresh” event — a dream experience of mine that transpired on the third night following the last session — as a basis for his book dictation tonight.

[...] Six people on the list attend ESP class; one is a close personal friend of Jane’s and mine; and two are strangers. [...]

[...] I feel that while all of this is still coming from this anchor self, the selves in these dreams are equally as focused — each of them being dream selves, existing in their universes, and with each of their own connections expanding outwards in much the same way that mine do. [...]

(Seth:) I have a strong arm when it is mine. [...]

My Life Is Mine, and I Form It.

[...] Ruburt has connections to make, and there will be other books of mine — and of his and yours — and centuries before we really begin what seems to have begun.

[...] He then hopped up on Jane’s empty chair, opposite mine, and lay there staring at me for some time while I took notes. [...]

He was your president, not mine. [...]

[...] It follows that I could not travel to higher planes than my own, where more acute senses than mine would instantly perceive me. [...]