“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] On the other hand, he is placing himself in a position of trusting the inner self, not from a state of agility and confidence, but one in which he must remind himself that despite, say, soreness, definite feelings of life and mobility appear. [...]

[...] 63 as of 11/75], with additional ones entering our reality every so often. [...]

If there is one message I would give to you all, it is that there is no justification for killing—there is no justification for hatred—there is no justification for violence. [...]

[...] As long as one person commits violence for the sake of peace you will have war. [...]

This, and all such effects, represent one of the most basic ways in which one action causes another action to change. [...] This attraction may originate as an emotional one, but the emotional feeling has its own electromagnetism, and the attraction is in direct proportion to the force of the emotion itself, or to the charge that the emotion may carry.

[...] The bureau it came from is an old- fashioned one that had sat in the garage of “our” apartment house for some years. [...]

[...] Again, no one would deny the reality of psychological experience when it is felt by the waking personality. [...]

This is in his living room, or one very much like it, with the same view from the windows. [...]

[...] It was the first one without the Ouija board. When it began, I for one had no thought that we would end up asking Seth for assistance, yet within an hour I found myself doing just this. [...]

[...] The main one of course was the fact that the holidays were close at hand; and beside having company we also did some traveling. [...]

[...] “It becomes a stubby fat one, a doctor’s short fat stubby-fingered hand… A surgeon’s hand, short and fat.” [...]

[...] We do not know whether one member hypnotized the other two, for example, and so influenced them. [...]

[...] The true event is the psychological one. [...]

[...] This receiving of more data as she comes out of trance is a sign, a recent one, that Jane’s trance was deep.

Ruburt’s range is an excellent one however, for the plane that I have my main existence within is far beyond those to which those in the physical system have access. [...]

That sort of material has its purposes, and it does do some good, and it does explain reality in terms that many people can understand, for the props and fantasies are familiar ones. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t call this one book dictation, but it certainly applies to Dreams. [...]

[...] I thought they’d been [perhaps unwittingly] oriented in certain negative directions—that is, the one taking the test has to choose from a series of more or less negative possibilities, listing specific choices in an order that depends upon his or her personal belief systems—I think.

[...] As I wrote in the notes for the private session we held the next evening: “Our first reactions were ones of such stunned surprise that we didn’t even get mad.”

[...] Already those at Ankh-Hermes have been asked to withdraw from sale their shortened version of Seth Spreekt, and to publish a full-length one instead—a very expensive proposition indeed. [...]

[...] I will not always of course necessarily miss a session because of an unscheduled one, since circumstances will always vary.

[...] However upon this instance I shall indeed do so, but our sessions this autumn shall be meaty ones, and I hope that you digest them.

[...] “I need to read some of the earlier sessions,” Jane had said when I arrived, so at 3:50 she began reading the session for January 13, a good one, while I did mail. [...]

One point I wanted to mention: Peggy Gallagher telepathically picked up your moods, and felt the impetus to visit.

[...] Now I want you to give that feeling freedom to expand, to change into another feeling, for there is for each of you at least one other individual in a parallel existence who is conducting the same experiment that you are conducting now. [...]

[...] Now for one brief moment I want everyone in this room to open your eyes and then look about the room quickly and close your eyes again. [...]

[...] In the meantime, the copyedited manuscript for Emir arrived on the 18th, sent to us by Eleanor Friede at Delacorte Press; and since Emir is a short book, we were able to go over it during one evening and get it in the mail back to Eleanor late the next day. [...]

(This evening’s session was of average length for recent ones — lasting about an hour and a half, including break — but Seth devoted only the first short portion of it to Mass Events.)

[...] The session was not actually a long one, and ended in Jane’s physical illness. [...] No one had asked to hear a session.

[...] One person was still home upstairs however, as I reminded Jane; the reminder had little effect.

[...] I’d started coughing after eating half of one of the candies I’d bought Jane for Valentine’s Day. [...]

[...] Nor had I written it up in my notes for the one day recently when Jane didn’t have a session — the 13th, I found out when I got home.

[...] The girl told me that one of the checks I’d deposited for Jane’s hospital fund wasn’t for $1000, as we’d both thought — but was instead for $1 million. [...]

[...] Your part in the suggestions aids in a kind of creature understanding, as one animal might nuzzle another.

[...] His impulses will wisely provide creative inspiration and physical actualization, so that one adds to the other.

[...] I want him then to work on his manuscript for two-and-a-half hours, and then to allow himself at least one-and-a-half hours of creative psychic and writing freedom.

[...] Ann said Elizabeth Wall asks about us—so I plan to visit her one of these days. [...]

[...] The two together promote play and creativity—and indeed, playfulness is one of the marks of a healthy, functioning body. [...]

I agree with Ruburt that your letter is an excellent one (to Maude Cardwell). [...]

[...] (Humorously.) This is not to say that one of you is completely right and the other completely wrong, but I will tell you this: you can count upon Ruburt to recognize immediately and intuitively cases of such overly charged behavior on your part.

[...] (To me:) You are largely the one to be satisfied, for Ruburt will find joy in almost any environment that he considers his own; you see he personifies in a way that you do not; any place he is in is his place, to his mind, as this is his yard. [...]

There is also in your subconscious the feeling of a land or farm in connection with the one owned by your father’s family.

[...] Negative ones, you see, as well as positive ones, so some discipline is necessary.

[...] Later in the evening we obtained legitimate results with the table; during one of these experiments the table told us that the communicator was Don Wilbur’s grandfather.)

[...] If the suggestions are followed there will be no return of symptoms, nor new ones adopted. [...]

(I agree with all of the above, except that perhaps leadership should be a mutual thing in our case, one’s strengths bolstering the others’ weaker points, etc.)

[...] He felt you were denying yourself the one thing you wanted out of life above all others.

[...] One of the things Ruburt resents most about your mother is her lack of understanding of the nature of your artistic abilities. [...]

[...] One more problem, I thought, even if only temporary. [...]

(“I don’t feel I need a session tonight,” she said, “or that I have an obligation to have one. [...]

(Long pause—one minute finally—at 8:42. [...]

A comparable attitude as the one you have would run this way: “I am sure I am going to move, but there is no house in front of me to move into, so obviously no such house exists.” [...]

[...] The analogy was a simple one. [...]

[...] One involved voices; another and more striking one involved my naming the exact item of clothing Jane purchased for me, unknown to me while I was at my job.

[...] Seth went into one of the basic problems behind the dream, the lack of an easy communication between my father and myself. [...]

[...] Seth said there was no cause for surprise here, that young people are intuitively aware of much more than one gives them credit for, and that when Jane and I meet young people who express interest we should help them by recommending books, giving our own ideas, etc.

[...] I believe the guitar music I heard in bed was very much like one of the guitars in the band. [...]