“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The photo in question, in color, is not dated, but was taken in 1973. In it Jane is very thin; it’s now apparent that she has put on a modest amount of weight. We didn’t realize this. I’m marking the photo with this session number, for possible future reference.)

[...] He is, as you are, modest in a way, reticent. [...]

(So Jane experienced a modest series of unusual psychic events before the sessions themselves began; some details on these have been given in earlier notes. [...]

[...] I see signs of a modest weight increase in various parts of her body, especially the shoulders, which had become almost emaciated. [...]

[...] Naturally we’d been involved in a number of other projects at the same time, as I’ve indicated in my notes for Mass Events, yet for me especially the publication of the two volumes of “Unknown” Reality meant that we had arrived at a certain point in the development and presentation of the Seth material: In those books, through correlating them in a modest way with our previous works, I’d attempted to show the reader just what the three of us had managed to achieve before Seth led us into Psyche — and, as it developed, Mass Events.

How does the human data from such very ancient times fit in with the comparatively modest dates — of “only” 50 million to 30 million years ago — that Seth cites for his mutated forms at the beginning of this session? [...]

[...] Someone, Jane said, had also remarked about her modest weight gain today, but she couldn’t recall who it had been. [...]

[...] He is extremely modest in strange ways; that is. [...]

You are so consciously aware of your need for privacy and you are so consciously modest, that his very strong but mostly unconscious needs in these directions sometimes go unsatisfied, since he is not as consciously aware of them.

[...] There are references to such ties scattered through The Seth Material and Seth Speaks [see the 595th session in the Appendix of the latter] and we have a modest amount of unpublished information. [...]

[...] Next, physically we make a simple gesture or act, no matter how modest, that is in line with our desires for the future. [...]

(End at 10:47 p.m. Jane’s delivery as Seth had been quiet but rather fast, considering the modest speed I can attain while taking verbatim notes in my homemade shorthand. [...]

(Jane’s psychic work has resulted in a steady, if modest, increase in mail, and gradually we’ve fallen far behind in answering it. [...]

[...] The reasons were obvious, I thought: This morning she’d awakened with her neck, back, and so forth in a very rigid state—so I wanted to know what had happened yesterday, or recently, to bring about this state of affairs when we’d thought we were making at least a modest kind of progress. [...]

[...] Maude Cardwell, an older Seth reader in Austin, Texas, had for several years been publishing a modest monthly journal on the Seth material that she called Reality Change. [...] I was able to make modest payments out of royalty income I had been saving, but this was difficult to keep up because most of that money was paid to us but twice a year. [...]

[...] Skidmore suspended Jane’s scholarship at the end of her third year because she’d attended an all-night party with three professors and three other students; along with discussions of philosophy there had been drinking and smoking, but very modestly on her part. [...]

[...] She had periods of modest motion improvement, but they didn’t last. [...]

[...] One of my goals is to see her art, all of it, reproduced in color in 81/2” x 11” portfolio style at a modest price. [...]

[...] Friends have told us both places are being redecorated to a modest degree. [...]

[...] There is no drifting through life, then, but a built-in search for the fulfillment of values, whatever possible successes, conflicts, or failures may be involved, and no matter how modest or great or complex any of those qualities may be. [...]

[...] I’ve never forgotten the sense of freedom that that modest projection engendered within me — and during it, my temporal relationships were different.

Now when Jane and I drive over those modest streets, I feel a sense of familiarity and strangeness that’s hard to describe. [...]

[...] [The whole structure serves as a modest room divider, shielding the living room from the hall entrance to the apartment.]

[...] Tables and chairs here of modest wood. [...]