“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The regularity of our sessions is our best insurance that they will continue. [...]

This procedure, in which Ruburt sits quietly, is indeed less flamboyant than our previous methods, but it has many advantages, and it is beneficial that we experiment along various lines.

[...] I hope to go into these matters more deeply at our next session. [...]

There are several points I would like to make concerning our own envelope experiments.

[...] I must use these assumptions in interpreting our data during experiments. [...]

[...] Sometimes Ruburt’s associative abilities help, and I try to guide them for our purposes. [...]

[...] We shall hold it then for our next session.

1. In October 1979 Jane and I saw, to our dismay, that the Dutch publisher of the translation of Seth Speaks had violated his contract with Prentice-Hall by making many unauthorized cuts in the book. [...] This will be an expensive undertaking — one we feel bad about now that our initial anger has passed.

I am speaking about the intellect here for our discussion, but remember it is everywhere cushioned also. [...]

[...] the one in which I’m kneeling at the kitchen storm door and thrusting my hand through the glass to touch Gus, the dog who belongs to our neighbors across the street. [...]

[...] But Seth continued with his material on the behavior of our species, even while bringing Psyche to a close.)

[...] (Pause.) For our next one will be a beauty.

(Our cat, Willy Two — or Billy — had been sleeping beside me on the couch. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s hesitation was caused this evening by misplaced nostalgia at ending our book. [...]

[...] The pendulum told me yesterday that it was because I was concerned that our finishing Psyche this year would give us more money, which in turn would mean that our taxes next April would be higher —a ridiculous worry, I agree, and quite in keeping with my past attitudes about money and taxes. [...]

Let us change our viewpoint, and consider someone who thinks of financial security as a threat—or rather, believes that overall it is damaging to initiative. [...]

[...] I will also shortly, with everyone’s permission, return to our book.

Thank you… There is a vitamin D deficiency here with our Bernard. [...]

Before we discuss other more significant aspects of our friend’s condition, these physical matters should be taken care of, for the physical and mental are so dependent one upon the other. [...]

[...] For our friend however the inner self has been overly involved with wandering, and but lightly held within the limits of the intense focus demanded by physical reality. [...]

Now, we will shortly end our session. [...]

[...] Our Christmas tree is gone, although we kept it up through last week. [...] Although we had a few shorter sessions on different matters during the holiday season, this is the first material Seth has given on his book since December 18 — and as he resumed dictation on Chapter Seven so easily, we were reminded that he’s impervious to our ideas of time.

[...] We haven’t read all of it yet, but from our points of view we’re already questioning some of the conclusions drawn within it. [...]

(In our reality, the first law of thermodynamics tells us that energy [matter] can be changed from one form to another but that it can’t be created or destroyed. [...]

[...] When Seth finishes Personal Reality we plan to ask him to reconcile such data from our world with the root assumptions, or basic agreements, in his own reality.

(Before the session, in line with our new way of thinking, Jane and I said that we could have six main categories in our lives: work; finances; living quarters; health; mobility; spiritual contentment, which would include helping others. [...]

[...] This is about our present stage.)

[...] With a few changes in his attitude, which I will try to bring out in our sessions, he can help bring about a definite change for the better in that regard. [...]

I will give them to you this evening or at our next session, as you prefer.

(It was already dark outside, but we pulled our blinds and put one red Christmas light on. We sat at our dark-topped walnut table in the living room. [...] It was very dimly visible; we sat opposite each other, hands flat upon the cloth and sometimes touching, with the ring always visible between our hands. [...]

(The following is an account of the brief vision I experienced during our session of Saturday, January 4, 1964. I had it while sitting quietly in the dark with Jane at our walnut table in the living room. [...]

(During our 13th session of January 6, 1964, Seth verified this visual data and gave an interpretation of it.

(Seth also said that Jane and I would die within a short time of each other, when our earthly work was finished. [...]

[...] Very shortly now in our own sessions I will begin writing my own book, and it will be as mentioned earlier.

[...] I throw our Jesuit a challenge: I dare him to be a peaceful man.

[...] Symbolically in your case, and opposed to our Jesuit’s case, the retention of fluids has to do with the fear for your position, of refusal to give up, or the fear of giving up, prerogatives. [...]

(Our time was running out. [...] And who knows what the hell will happen to us for the rest of our lives? [...]

[...] I was about to note that the session was probably a last gasp attempt to learn something important, to keep going on our own, before our world began to fall apart. [...]

[...] I also raked leaves for an hour and helped Peggy, our nurse, with Jane. [...]

[...] I explained to Peggy our insurance options. [...]

[...] Our ways of thinking have changed considerably since these sessions began over a decade ago. Every so often Jane and I remind ourselves of just how much of a change there has been for each of us; this helps us relate our individual worlds to those of others. [...] [And often, we’ve discovered, further observation will bear out those reasons.] This way of thinking led to our taking the chain of circumstances involving the two houses almost for granted; each unfolding had seemed to fall so effortlessly into place that deep questioning hadn’t been called for “Oh, of course — things would work out that way …”

[...] There are more “coincidences” involved than those Seth described tonight, none of them consciously known to Jane and me before the Sayre adventure: Mr. Markle is in a nursing home but a few miles from where we live in Elmira, and my mother spent her last days in a similar home less than 15 miles away; one of Mr. Markle’s children lives in Elmira, and is connected with a store Jane and I have visited; Mr. Johnson, of the real estate couple that conducted us about in Sayre, did sign painting and truck lettering as a younger man, as I did; he and I had several mutual acquaintances in Sayre, among them an older artist of some reputation — and now deceased — that we had known in our high school days; and so forth.

(A note: Since the next session was held before I was through typing this one from my notes, I can add that in the 694th session Seth deals with some of the obvious questions we had about my mother’s role in our house affairs.)

[...] Jane and I took our drive three weeks ago, on April 7. The town of Sayre is only 18 miles from Elmira, N.Y., where we live now, and it sits in the beautiful Pennsylvania hills between two smaller communities — Athens to the south, and Waverly to the north in New York State. [...]

(Jane also reported that twice within the past two days she had received “flashes” in the third person, to the effect that our bed, temporarily in the living room, should be moved to my empty studio in the back of the apartment if we are still here next winter. [...]

[...] It belongs to our landlord, James Spaziani.)

As with all inner data, such an experience would be much more vivid than our present procedure. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s mind is an excellent one, and well given to serve our needs at this time. [...]

[...] Idly she wondered how our neighbor across the hall, Leonard Yaudes, would be as a witness. Leonard is a school teacher and knows of our interest in ESP, but not about these sessions. [...]

[...] During our sessions we no longer kept the curtains drawn. After each turn through the living room, Jane had been pausing to look out one of our windows at the rather busy intersection of Water and Walnut Streets, one house away. [...]

[...] It was the first time in all our sessions that any problem like this had arisen. [...]

(Hoping I could find the line in question in the few moments we had during break, I picked out Volume Two of our typed notes, and was lucky enough to find after a brief search the line in question. [...]

Ruburt has changed since then, and so have I. And yet we are bound together, and no invasion occurs because in one way of speaking our psychic territory is the same. [...] My own emotional feeling, you see, goes outward, which is away from Ruburt often, since basically we are tempted to think of ourselves as one, though actually our roots are merely the same.

(This afternoon John Bradley, our friend from Williamsport, PA, who has been a witness several times now, stopped and asked if he could be a witness for tonight’s session; he also had some information on how to obtain some extra copies of this material. [...]

[...] During these first sessions it will be remembered that Jane and I received our information from Frank Watts. [...]

After our brief sessions of last week, I am pleased to see Ruburt in good condition once again.

(One of the questions concerned Seth’s material on page 218 of the last session, when he referred to the feeling that Jane and I have, that we had “an even more unfair advantage” without children—this, as he’d stated earlier, on top of our already being set apart from others because of our creative gifts. [...] “It’s the sort of thing I think is rooted in Sinful-Self stuff, on both of our parts—you’re not going to feel guilty about the gifts of nature unless those feelings have a pretty strong base in the psyche, somewhere.... [...]

[...] If the granaries are gone, and if they provide no nourishment, then she looks to work like ours instead to provide a kind of idealized picture of human psychology. [...]

(With all of our outgoing activities, though, the month of November was also a sad — and educational — one for us. Our 16-year-old cat, Willy, had first shown signs of illness last summer. [...] As Jane worked on “Unknown” Reality, Willy often lay on her lap, and we felt his approaching death with heavy hearts of our own.

Your kind of psychological reality is therefore implied in my own, and mine in yours, even as your kind of reality is implied in that of Willy Two (our kitten) — and his in yours.

[...] The flow of mail to our hill house is surprisingly steady throughout the year, as we’ve often noticed: We never take in 100 letters one week, for instance, and none the next, or 70 one week and 15 the next. In some remarkable fashion, our correspondents space out their communications so that we get them on a steady basis. [...]

[...] She also wants to study the subject for her book in connection with reincarnation, the origins of our species — and even of our world. [...]

(In my Introductory Notes for Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality, I explained how Jane acknowledges the mail we get from our readers by sending them copies of letters from Seth and herself; to the latter she adds a few personal lines for each correspondent. [...]

(This material re personality follows our talk before the session.)

[...] We not only give you information and help interpret it or translate it for you, but we also add to it our own experience with it. [...]

[...] This was our first attempt only.

(“How are you going to help the ‘other’ personality experience our physical reality?”

(Jane, as Seth, pointed to our kitchen door. [...] I’d propped it open enough so that our cat, Willy, could get in when he felt like it.)

When our material began he was still convinced that science offered such a convenient framework. [...]

Since his consciousness and mine were more directly encountering our experiences, however, then the inconsistencies showed their strain more in his experience.

Get our friend some more, and rest your fingers.