“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Good evening to our friend, Mark. [...]

Difficulty in the third and seventh vertebrae with our friend, Mark, causing pressure. [...]

[...] I opened a letter from a reader who had sent us our individual lifecharts, in answer to a card I’d used to reply to her letter last month. [...]

I will add to our other material, but for now I simply wanted to give you this information. [...]

[...] Because of our own sympathetic reactions Jane and I often end up feeling frustrated; also, to help but a few people with any thoroughness means that we’d have no time left for the rest. [...]

[...] He glowered at our friend Ruburt with great vehemency, projecting all of the energy at his command to show that he would not be cowed, and that if anyone took over the situation he would be the one to do so. [...]

[...] We touched our hands to the pointer.

(“What about our population explosion?”)

[...] Remember here our discussions upon the subject of the limitations of the self.

There is a very delicate balance always maintained, and later on we will have a whole section of our material that will deal with the personality in relation to other phenomena. [...]

We will continue with this discussion at our next session. [...]

[...] After our marriage she was afraid of being pregnant, thinking it would wreck our careers. [...]

[...] Fun, but neither one of us had stayed with our ideas.)

[...] I have several points to cover, and they tie into our topic directly or indirectly.

Now all of this pertains to our main discussion, for the implications are plain. [...]

[...] This is only a temporary procedure, and a mark of our progress. [...]

11:20 AM—The sudden feeling that something else very good about our work is happening... [...]

[...] Jane and I have always made it a policy to have a carbon of any written material—prose, poetry, etc., in separate hands outside of our house, as a protection against loss by accident, fire, etc.

[...] Nevertheless, I did feel a legitimate welcome in advance; and since I feel already as if I know very well two of the present gathering, and since furthermore we have dealt with them in our material, I am more than willing to greet both of them personally.

[...] And despite our anxious Ruburt’s furious attempts to block me, I will indeed say that the person who was once betrayed by the personality involved was the present father of the personality, and he knows it—

[...] There is somewhat more here, but our illustrious and pigheaded Ruburt has indeed implied that I should somewhat maintain silence.

(10:01.) To our friend. [...]

[...] With ideas, with our books, you deal, both of you, with such issues all the time. [...]

It would therefore be highly limiting for me to deliver our material in such a way that I emphasized those matters in which science might agree with my material. [...]

I get quite carried away for one thing, and our material has been coming over so well that I quite forgot that a rest period has been due. [...]

This must be understood, for it will be the basis for further discussions of our three close universal fields. [...]

[...] These are to be expected, but all seem trivial now, given our present situation.

[...] Also, that we’ve gotten out of touch with our own feelings about death, and are afraid of it. [...]

Now I will say more concerning the changes worked in the ego as a result of our sessions, and from the psychedelic experience in general. [...]

[...] This multidimensional identity is a psychological structure with which we shall be dealing in our discussions. [...]

[...] Next, I described my vivid dream of last night: Jane and I were still driving our old yellow Cadillac convertible. [...]

(“What do you think of my dream yesterday afternoon, about our receiving the million dollars?”)

[...] Fortunately we got what we’d ordered yesterday, although dietary had lost our menus, Mrs. Misnick, from that department, told us. [...]

(I left at 7:05, after our usual routine of Rescue Remedy Cream which we’d forgotten yesterday, for the first time—massage with Oil of Olay, a nap, supper, and the prayer. [...]

[...] The material led me to suggest some alternatives to our present routine and attitudes; Jane said the suggestions, which were only speculative at this stage, frightened her, but I did not intend this of course. [...]

[...] I suggest however that you take a break—or I will give you the information in our next session as you prefer.

(Seth had given instructions on relating to our past and present selves. [...]

[...] And first of all, to show you what a polite host I am, I bid our evening guests welcome, and I do not mean to exclude you. [...]

[...] I didn’t think it was a life-or-death crisis, but the result of our conversations lately, and the sessions, the panic attacks, and so forth. [...]

[...] Life goes on, even in our reality.

And good evening to our friend. [...]

[...] Sometimes he’d hold our hands; or if we were in the supply room, shut the door so that we’d be alone and then hold my hand and tease me. [...]

[...] I’d always have to push our cars out of the snow.)

[...] Now you have frightened our young man. [...]