“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(2. “The one thing about an ancient existence [like mine], if you will forgive the term, is that old hatreds do not last because you learn to have a sense of humor … Love, on the other hand, even with a sense of humor, becomes highly precious and large enough so that it can contain old hates very nicely.”

[...] And he is not bound by that reality that was mine.

(Concerning my place of employment data: Jane said she had received the word “mine” again. In two recent envelope experiments involving my place of employment, this word had cropped up in connection with the death of an older fellow worker; mine referring to grave, or underground, because Jane instinctively disliked the idea of graves. [...]

[...] I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and saw the form of a woman standing by Rob’s side of the bed, not mine. [...]

I hope everyone starts it fine, and I am using your English and not mine. [...]

The seemingly unfortunate suggestion that I made to Ruburt was made for your own benefit, not mine. [...]

[...] (If you want to believe that Seth is an unconscious production of mine, then you must admit he lends himself rather well to the unconscious purposes of others and possesses a reality to them quite independent of his relationship to me. [...]

[...] I recalled that the people here were friends of mine from that same remembered past and that I had visited them before in this same manner. [...]

[...] The fourth voice was mine. [...]

[...] He said that the green jacket represented a new ability that had been mine in a past life but which I misused, this new ability was now waiting for me to claim. [...]

[...] I have what I have always had, the identity that is mine. [...]

[...] The personality was not mine. [...]

(A long, uncomfortable pause at 9:4l.) Ruburt could have said, “I bear no responsibility for Seth’s words, since they are not mine in the usual fashion.” [...]

As he continued with his books and mine, he became more bewildered, in that there seemed to be no literary framework in which they were legitimately reviewed. [...]

[...] Yet not only are we on different sides of the same wires, but we are at the same time either above or below, according to your viewpoint, and if you consider the wires as forming cubes—this is for you, Joseph, with your love of images—then the cubes could also fit one within the other without disturbing the inhabitants of either cube one iota; and these cubes are also within cubes, which are themselves within cubes, and I am speaking now of only the small particle of space taken up by your plane and mine.

From it is woven all material of your world and mine. [...]

[...] (Still speaking carefully.) Basically, Seth’s name or mine isn’t important. [...]

In one way, in the most important way, and in the only basic way, I am Seth, dispensing with certain (pause) characteristics which are mine (leaning forward) which I used to contact you.

[...] The question had been triggered by a sentence of mine in the notes for yesterday’s session, to the effect that I sometimes wondered why Jane’s body, particularly her body consciousness, didn’t simply take over to “even a more profound degree, and see to it that her physical body healed itself even more rapidly so that we could get out” of the hospital. [...]

Brother of mine.

[...] You continue to develop your abilities, but you continue to develop them in dimensions of reality that you do not understand now and so in this existence of mine I am a teacher and I visit other dimensions of actuality such as your own. [...]

Now, I give you all my fondest wishes and those blessings that are mine to give, I give to you. [...]

[...] Your limitations are far greater than mine. [...]

(To Joel.) For all 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. [...]

(To Kyle.) The nature of your own personality also has something to do with your interpretation of mine. [...]

(I would now like to describe two effects, one of Jane’s and one of mine, that took place almost simultaneously some few minutes before the session began. [...]

[...] Consciousness, yours and mine, is quite independent of both (poth) time and space. [...]

(I also learned that no particular painting of mine was involved, nor were my efforts to project this afternoon; that the survival personality was unknown to me, and that the pendulum couldn’t tell me who the personality was.

Frank Withers was a fragment personality of mine. [...]

These suggestions of mine may sound simple but they are not.

Now, I understand that you have had a visit from a friend of mine. [...]

Your Sumari consciousness is that kind of consciousness, and so is mine, except that my boundaries are far less limited than your own, and I recognize them not as boundaries but as directions in which recognition of myself must grow. [...]

I will bid you all good evening, but before I do I want you all to know that every teacher, myself included, Edgar, has private projects in which they are very interested and mine happens to be probabilities. [...]