“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As one individual you serve now in the place of the congregation that was necessary to help you in the past.

[...] One child will make out very poorly, with health and mental problems, if the probabilities are not changed.

[...] And I will see to it that we have one. [...]

The period of recovery, as he has set it up, is also meant to impress upon him the fact that the kind of venture he embarked upon physically is not one to be thrown aside overnight. [...]

[...] The whole process is a complicated one, but the very act of holding the sessions is of great benefit to the organism as a whole. [...]

[...] He chooses one of these and experiences it within the physical field. [...]

[...] No one came up the stairs of our apartment house while this data was being given. [...]

[...] For one thing, obviously your attention is detached to some degree from other activities.

[...] (A few times I made two sentences out of one long one, for example.) Much of the punctuation was indicated by Seth. [...]

My psychic initiation really began one evening in September, 1963, however, as I sat writing poetry. [...]

[...] I am, instead, given a complete product in Seth’s book — an excellent one — for which I am, of course, exceedingly grateful.

First of all, to me the term “unconscious” is a poor one, barely hinting at an actual open psychic system, with deep intertwining roots uniting all kinds of consciousness; a network in which we are all connected. [...]

Now: for Ruburt: a major tension block has begun to release itself—one that physically was largely responsible for the difficulties on the right side, and the lack of true body alignment. [...]

If there is one thing only I could tell you it would be this. [...]

[...] (I remember those letters Jane used to get from Harry Edwards.) However the story works out, that’s the one we’ll be wanting to tell others about. [...]

[...] And I will see to it that we have one. [...]

(Class had been discussing dream realities, personality, etc., for about an hour; Gert and Sheila began talking back and forth on Sheila’s ideas on separate personalities, when Jane interrupted to say that she had one impression that the “hole in the universe” had opened up in Sam Levine’s house and a crowd of people were flying from it into the room. [...]

[...] It’s one of her best. [...]

[...] Many years ago his experience with different editors, in his short-story publishing days, led him to see that a story that hit one editor might not hit another, that his work would be much more easily accepted by some editors than others, and that some, it seemed, regardless of long enthusiastic letters, would not buy a thing. [...]

His early writing, and his best later writing, spring alike from that realization, when he forgets ideas of our work’s responsibility, or how respectable he should appear, and simply does it because it is a natural expression of his being —one expression among others. [...]

[...] In other words, one has to be indigent before any help is offered, it seems. [...]

[...] At one time I thought of asking Tam if he’d do it. [...]

[...] There is not one objective dream that is merely perceived in various fashions. [...]

[...] This I regretted, though thinking the test was a good one. [...]

[...] One involved a cousin of mine whom we hardly see; the other involved the director of the other gallery in town, the Arnot, for whom Jane had worked until a couple of months before the reception at Bill’s gallery, which we now believe did take place in February.

[...] I’ll take another one — tulips this time — in to Jane tomorrow.)

I will tell you one thing. [...]

In one way you have begun to do so, in the manner that you have chosen to paint clothing—that is, the types of clothing you have chosen to portray. [...]

In the largest terms you cannot really call attitudes good or bad, though they certainly seem to be one or the other often in your experience. [...]

[...] The sensations are one thing, and again the bodybuilder has his coach, but if Ruburt awakens sore, with you asleep, he can feel isolated.

The situation frightened him of course further, and you, so for the winter he largely sat in one chair in one room. [...]

[...] Yet I’ve always known that these ideas conflicted with official ones—it’s just that before the “attack” was less direct....

[...] He should not be worried if a freedom shows one day, then, and not the next. [...]