“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’ve read now that over 170 of these settlements, some of them dating from Norman times, have been devastated by the great earthquake of November 23. [...]

[...] She referred to her hips and legs—the same areas that have bothered her a great deal now for a number of weeks. [...]

Now: Underline five times: Whenever there are difficulties, do not concentrate upon the problem.

[...] Since we have all names on file now, more information can be obtained if we need it. [...]

Now: good evening.

[...] The meeting then originally was “planned” in Framework 2. In case your young visitor—the woman (Carol) now—did not meet you, she had insisted in her mind that she would meet someone who knew you or had some personal connection somehow.

[...] Yet when I am finished, I hope you will discover that the known reality is even more precious, more ‘real,’ because you will find it illuminated both within and without by the rich fabric of an ‘unknown’ reality now seen emerging from the most intimate portions of daily life…. Your concepts of personhood are now limiting you personally and en masse, and yet your religions, metaphysics, histories, and even your sciences are hinged upon your ideas of who and what you are. [...]

“Your final paragraphs are already there in the probability, now, that you have chosen. That probability belongs with the present you have now — yet you chose it from an infinite number of other realities. [...]

Now these quotations are from Seth’s Preface (for Volume 1):

(Jane seemed to feel somewhat better today, and she described the way she was now attempting to look at the world in general and her own situation in particular. [...]

[...] I bid you now a fond good afternoon.

Now. [...]

Now. [...]

You had a brief life as twins—some definite clear-cut divisions within yourself, have to do with this life when you were one of two—one going one way, and one going the other—one twin had a strong leaning toward military things—a soldier—the organization of the church now serves the same purpose, I believe—security within the organization—the twin who was in the military found his sense of identity as a soldier within the system, but he had great faith in the system—in what he was doing—the other twin was more given to a statesman-like sort of thing—and was in fact an orator, although he had another profession—it included oration to people—the two of you had a very strong telepathic relationship—and this time the church has provided the same kind of organization—you sort of resented the fact that this twin brother of yours had this organization in which he found support and in which he felt so a part because he was absolutely certain of the aims and goals of the organization and he was a good soldier within it—and at that time you envied him that security and that sense of identity within the system in which he believed. [...] The other brother was battling for what the organization wanted, and served the organization well—you are now battling the things the organization wants and you feel the division—this division is bringing up memories subconsciously, in this past life where there was this division between you and your brother. [...]

Now—I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

Now take a break, and I may or may not return, again according to those rhythms of which I have spoken. [...]

Now. [...]

[...] Instead I saw the fevers and infections, and realized that those events meant the time for healing and walking was not now.

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

[...] Begin to consider plans — for the plans themselves will help Ruburt’s condition improve, and will begin to diminish those impediments that now loom so large in both of your minds.

Now. [...]

You understand now what space is, or is not, in physical terms. [...]

Now in the same way that consciousness originated the physical dimension, you as portions of consciousness continue to maintain and create it anew. [...]

[...] Now tomorrow, I told her, I’ll show these latest letters to Andrew Fife in billing. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon. [...]

Ruburt should now remind himself that he is indeed of a robust nature—that he is not frail, and that his skin is not delicate and sensitive, but healthy. [...]

[...] He bowed his dark head for just a moment then lifted it, those soft eyes now … softer and harder at the same time; his hands moved in rhythm with the music; his whole body was a marvel of motion; shoulders, head, arms, chest — his whole trunk, responding to the music. [...]

[...] Now that would convince me!”

Now that’s A Magic Show!

Now. [...]

Ruburt will find that his own work will now improve. [...]

[...] Now I suggest your break, so that we can keep our appointment with Dr. Instream.

[...] It will also be rather unorthodox—more like a series of conscious and unconscious reminiscences and free associations, moving back and forth in time as I approach sets of ideas from various angles while seeking to learn more about my wife even now, 18 years after her death. [...] Wonderfully penetrating things, I’m sure—and I believe that she is indeed doing so, “where she is now.”

[...] And now, I open up even more to his publication of The Personal Sessions series. [...] Every session is obviously personal, since Jane delivered them all, but now I’m encouraging the overall intimacy of these personal sessions to seek their own intimate freedom—and of course I know that doing this will not only help others, but me too.

[...] Ruburt is not myself now, in his present life; he is nevertheless an extension and materialization of the Seth that I was at one time. Nothing remains unchanging, personalities and entities least of all...I realize this is somewhat difficult, but...Ruburt is now the result of the Seth that I once was, for I have changed since then.”

In the future, Seth said, the ego and intellect will expand to contain, use and appreciate all the other portions of the self which they now mistrust. [...] Now it fears such experiences because it is not certain of its strength or of its ability to organize them. [...]

[...] Now, my fondest regards to you both, from your own valentine.

[...] It had been bright and cloudless before I went to bed; now the sky was much too dark. [...]

Now again: regardless of current scientific thought, there are at least three different kinds of electric force which your scientists have not yet discovered, and one of these has much to do with the intensity of thoughts as they are formed in the intangible mind, and translated to the physical brain and then into action, as the case may be.

Now. [...]

[...] Now. [...]

[...] We knew by now that we were resigned to having the disclaimer inserted into Mass Events, but we wanted to have our say—partially out of anger and partially out of self-protection, since we didn’t believe all the legal department had told us; we wanted them to know we understood the subterfuges involved.

Now. [...]

Now: any disclaimer would not insult me. [...]

Now: Dictation.

[...] You cannot say: “I am going to a party today because I am going to meet an individual there who will be very important to my life five years from now.” [...]

[...] As a language that you know is, again, dependent upon other languages, and implied pauses and silences, so the dream that you experience and recall is also one statement of the psyche, coming into prominence; but it is also dependent upon other events that you do not recall, and that your consciousness, as it now operates, must automatically translate into its own terms.

[...] Now the forecasts were for the storm to continue through the night.

Now: In explanation, I do not know exactly how to word this, but in a manner of speaking I take tours — through psychological realities, however, or through psychic lands rather than physical ones. [...]

(10:45.) Give us a moment… Now to some extent, you see, you are both involved, but in ways almost impossible for me to explain. [...]

[...] “Now’s the time for it.”

[...] But now she’d laid Seven aside — for who knows how long?

[...] Now many scientists are “idealists.” [...]

[...] Years ago, when it looked—generally speaking, now: I am simplifying—as if you might be swallowed by Artistic, you rebelled and became ill. [...] You may sometimes forget now how vehement your joint ideas were in those years, against the ordinary individual’s prospect of working eight hours a day, year after year, in the same place, doing the same thing. [...]

[...] Neither of you wanted conventional jobs, regardless now of any prestige or security they might bring. [...]

Now: Ruburt felt that you were more naturally disposed toward solitude and so forth, discipline, more naturally opposed to distractions than he was.