“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You all look quite alike, with one head (amused), two arms and legs, and so forth, as a rule. [...]

[...] At microscopic levels, in fact, no one fits any norm, and there is no way to predict with complete certainty the development of any genetic element. [...]

[...] We estimated that at the proper time I’d just quit painting for the morning and was washing my brushes at the bathroom sink—a routine task I perform each day, and one that could leave a portion of my psyche free to engage in other adventures. [...]

[...] One life is not buried in the past, disconnected from the present self and any future self as well.

[...] In each life you choose and create your own settings or environments; and in this one you chose your parents and whatever childhood incidents that came within your experience. [...]

It goes without saying that parents should hold the bodies of their male and female children in equal favor, so that one is not considered inferior to the other. [...]

There is no area of thought or belief that does not touch upon the subject of health in one way or another. [...]

[...] Then thought, nearly crying: I cut down desire—like loving to shop, and am afraid now to mix with people—then said Rob would help me there—in decent walking shape surely my attitude would be entirely different—so different it’s hard for me to imagine then to the importance that I make distinctions between the natural world; and the social or cultural one. [...]

[...] overreacted to my version of the social or cultural world as opposed to the natural one—where of course I fit in beautifully. [...]

[...] He has already planned to reinstate suggestions I have given—he knows the ones, and this should be done immediately. [...]

[...] One part of your lives is over, with the death of both of your parents. [...]

[...] The word perhaps is a poor one. [...]

[...] People may question the precepts, but generally speaking they live and work within organizational frameworks, each one ruled by various assumptions or suggestions.

It is highly important that you do keep up your communications with each other, and that you begin each day in one way or another by stating your faith in the body’s processes. [...]

Forget worrying about visitors, one way or another. [...]

[...] It is not restricted to one three-dimensional lifetime, nor is it restricted to three-dimensional existence alone.

(10:20.) Highly simplified indeed, the effect would be something like changing one set of glasses for another, for the physical senses are as artificial, basically speaking, to the inner self, as a set of glasses or a hearing aid is to the physical self. [...]

You would be more than disoriented, for example, but quite terrified, if between one moment and the next your familiar environment as you knew it disappeared to be replaced by other sets of data that you were not ready to understand, so much information from the inner senses must be translated in terms that you can comprehend. [...]

[...] For now pretend that they correspond to your physical ones. [...]

[...] But the conventional version says, really, that those are surface moments; that you, say, run from one to the next, as if time were a moving sidewalk with the past moment vanishing forever. [...]

No one can steal your time, or in any given moment prevent you from using your creativity. [...]

[...] Ruburt in one moment is often mulling over and mentally arranging his time. [...]

[...] Some people who read our other books are afraid to read the Seven ones—for if Ruburt writes fiction, which means not fact, then they fear the line between fact and fiction blurs, and where is the Truth, in capital letters?

[...] Ruburt’s reaction to stressful situations was a repressive one: he did indeed often feel in a steady state of some alarm. [...] It seemed to offer a dependable framework to keep him from going too far in one direction or the other (intently), and was used as a cushion against the other uncertainties in your lives. [...]

[...] [Incidentally again, it is Thursday afternoon as I type, and in an hour one of the Ryall boys from the Handi Book Center in Elmira will be at the house to have Jane autograph 20 or so copies of Mass Events; the store received them today, and has a number of orders for copies. [...]

(Long pause, one of many.) You are after the answers to many questions. [...]

[...] for you cannot live in two worlds at once unless you are secure in one. [...]

So when you are on the way to solving your situation here, I will give you some new ones to solve... [...]

[...] And the reality that follows this one will seem as physical to you as this... [...]

[...] Now I did not intend a question and answer service this evening, but I seem to be involved in one. [...]

...to solve your problems and triumph over your challenges—and the impetus is this: You must not journey into inner reality until you feel secure in physical reality—for you cannot live in two worlds at once unless you are secure in one. [...]

So when you are on the way to solving your situation here, I will give you some new ones to solve—and I will give you a push along the way, and you can count on it—and you can count on it when you tell me that you are making true progress here. [...]

[...] And the reality that follows this one will seem as physical to you as this—and as real. [...]

Now I did not intend a question-and-answer service this evening, but I seem to be involved in one. [...]

[...] So Timothy’s approach is an excellent one. [...]

[...] He will be known as an excellent writer in his own right, and as one who produces our material, which he will be in a position to give freely to the world.

Part of our message of course involves the use of all abilities, and Ruburt’s own writing ones serve to make that point. [...]

[...] So in many ways the stories of a God are myths, but you are still left with a bag of toys on one hand, and the luxurious earth on the other, so the question still remains.

[...] Before the session I showed her a copy of my dream for last Monday morning—one that had been so unpleasant that I’d avoided writing it down until after supper tonight. [...]

[...] The animals follow the rule of good intentions, in which unconsciously, in your terms, the good of one does serve the good of all.

[...] As to Ruburt: first of all, he is at another stage, and one in which motion should be gently—persistently but gently—encouraged. [...]

One small note that occurred to me: for whatever reasons—I will not discuss them now—Ruburt did not feel particularly that you needed or wanted his physical help in matters that you could perform more efficiently by yourself. [...]

(“I dreamed I was on a bed, Rob on one side of me and another man also. [...] Then, though I’m not sure, I think that the doctor reassured me, that only one baby was involved. [...]

[...] The decision as to whether or not a particular probable event should be perceived as a physical one depends, of course, upon the nature of the ego which would then experience it. [...]

[...] Occasionally when a decision has been made by the ego, the subconscious will change it, because the decision is obviously such an unwise one.

[...] She felt no force preventing her hand from reaching for a smoke, yet she didn’t feel free to reach for one.

[...] When she called me for the session at 8:30, she showed me how she has picked up unaccustomed movement in her legs: She could raise her legs several inches higher—the right one the easiest—than she’d been able to do this morning; obvious signs that the changes were beneficial. [...]

[...] When he wrote short stories, for example, he was forced to search for a publisher for each one—a magazine. [...]

[...] And Tam, it seemed, kept his hands away from the manuscript itself in the one way that Ruburt clearly understood: he did not generally change the copy. [...]

[...] Whose difficulties were minimal enough under the circumstances —one that provided creative freedom since, until Emir, Prentice had published his world-view books, poetry and novels, as well as my work. [...]

[...] One of the animals runs away. [...]

(Intently:) Each improvement is to be considered as a significant piece of a puzzle being put together, even though you may not see any connection between one improvement or another. [...]

[...] You were caught between the ideal and a very poor performance, one contrasting with the other.

To you the hall was a neutral-enough meeting place, but not one of intimacy, and to some extent at least it symbolized the relationship—at least as far as you were concerned—in that while you were a child of your parents you felt to some degree a stranger, and the hall lacked intimacy. [...]

[...] It is true that one in a period of illness habitually, to one extent or another, becomes susceptible to negative psychic environmentals. [...]

[...] (One minute pause.)

[...] Momentarily, the gesture of rigidity for one of strength, where of course flexibility is always required.

[...] Jane’s trance had been a good one. [...]

[...] There was no one he could turn to for instruction. [...]

(Seth continued:) He also began to see two poles in society one highly conventional and closed, in which he would appear as a charlatan; and another, yearning but gullible, willing to believe anything if only it offered hope, in which his activities would be misinterpreted, and to him [would be] fraudulent … There was a middle ground that he would have to make for himself … to make a bridge to those intellectuals who doubted, and yet maintain some freedom and spontaneity in order to reach those at the other end. [...]

[...] He said he’d be up to see her one of these days. [...]

[...] In the beginning they clicked like the old ones had, but I noticed as the afternoon passed that this audible sound seemed to disappear. [...]

[...] The left foot moved once in a while, the right one seemed quiet comparatively. [...]

[...] In fact, we finally realized that no one had checked Jane’s vitals or emptied her Foley all afternoon. [...]

[...] I told Jane that I suddenly understood that in the dream I’d experienced paternal feelings — genuine ones — that I’d never known in conscious life, or had access to. [...]

[...] Frank had been involved in one of those, too, in the dream state, and Seth had explained how I’d picked up his concerns about age and sexuality and worth, and so forth. [...]