“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In view of Jane’s own limited knowledge of the scientific vocabulary man has devised to classify just the multitude of living forms alone on our planet, it’s very interesting that Seth used what I think is the correct popular terminology as he went through the session. [...]

[...] As he’s taken to doing lately, our cat Billy jumped up on the couch and ensconced himself in a ball tight against my left elbow as I took Jane’s dictation.)

Since this material must be comprehensible, Ruburt and I together form our own pathway of perceptions—he from his end and me from mine, so that we thread back and forth as if (underlined) through the wiring of some vast computer—but a computer that is alive.

(“In a session I’m working with now for Mass Events—the 837th, about the death of our cat, Billy One, a year ago—you said there wasn’t any such thing as a cat consciousness, per se.”³ Seth nodded. [...]

2. For a brief description of Jane’s encounter with Mrs. Steffans, see Note 13 for Session 744, in Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality. Seth, and Jane and I, described a number of our house-hunting adventures in the two volumes of that work. [...] We think that the events surrounding our purchase of the hill house furnish many clues to the spontaneous and creative workings of individual consciousnesses in our chosen physical reality.

(After lunch today Jane and I were visited by our old friend David Yoder, who’s been in Florida recuperating from the heart bypass surgery he underwent early this year.¹ David brought news that was at first startling, then quickly developed into several conflicting emotions and ideas for us: He’d just learned from a relative of hers that a few weeks ago Mrs. Steffans [not her real name], the wife of the couple we’d purchased the hill house from in March 1975, had committed suicide at her home in a Western state while her husband was away on a business trip.

[...] The evening was still warm, following our hottest day of the year so far: 86 degrees.)

3. In none of our conversations involving Mrs. Steffans did Jane and I talk of blame or guilt in connection with suicide. [...]

[...] Tam told Jane that at our request he’d checked with John Nelson, who in turn had checked the contract with the Swiss publisher, to the effect that the German-language translation of Seth Speaks is definitely not to be cut, as that particular publisher had wanted to do a couple of years ago. [...]

[...] For the “accident” saved the young man’s life, and this was our father’s final gift to the world. [...]

(Our conversation about this during break led me to what I think is an exceptionally good idea for a book—one done even in conventional terms. [...]

Our work, in those terms, may have turned into a career, but not a career that you can equate with others. [...]

[...] During our short break I mentioned that it would be nice if Seth would comment on my experience with my paintings this noon. [...]

Our sessions have put you in a receptive state of mind, so that you were alert to the phenomenon with the paintings. [...]

(In regard to Seth’s remark, above, that our creative energies would be enhanced with the onset of these latest sessions, here’s the earlier reference he referred to, in the very first session for October 9, 1983: “Your joint creative abilities should also be more aroused because of this session, so that you will have more intuitive breakthroughs on your own, and jointly, that will benefit you both in many ways.” [...]

[...] And I am glad to see that everyone remembered to bless our friend, Edgar. [...]

[...] Even our friend, Edgar, believes that he has a physical body. [...]

Our regular students have been experiencing an extra bonus. [...]

Now: I have spent some time emphasizing the fact that each of us forms our own environment, because I want you to realize that the responsibility for your life and your environment is your own.

[...] By the end of our book, however, I hope you will realize the eternal validity of your own consciousness, and the impermanence of those physical aspects of your environment, and of your universe, that now seem so secure. [...]

(All of this delayed our sitting for the session until 10:07. [...]

[...] Our main goal in wanting a home for the Seth material—or for a lifework, really—is one of preservation for future use. [...]

On the one hand, our sessions were something that you did aside from something else, that you thought you should do, both of you. [...]

[...] Get our friend some cigarettes....

[...] During break I wondered aloud whether the inhabitants of another plane might be able to tune in on our dream world from the other side, you might say, and through the dream world thus locate our plane. Perhaps the flying saucer people had located our plane in that fashion.

A few remarks here, tying in with our previous session.

(I had two questions for our portion of the session, and we expected that Seth’s answers would be included in the Appendix of his book. [...]

[...] We’ve been speculating about the symbolic reasons behind our involvement.)

[...] Since we [Seth, Jane, and I] have been so involved however, those relationships remain important, and in your terms our present relationship was latent then. [...]

(“I thought the personal material you gave for our witness tonight [before first break] was excellent.”)

(While we had a quick snack I asked her if she thought the recent strange behavior of our cat, Willy, could stem from his reactions to our own psychic states. [...] Our other cat, Rooney, had always seemed to be immune to us in such matters, and even now was conducting himself in his usual leisurely fashion.

(Once we were back upstairs in our living room, the music led me to talk about peer groups involving young people. [...]

(The session was held in our small back room. [...]

I do not know how long our session will be. [...]

You may take a break to check our results.

[...] Our next session will indeed be a full and excellent one. [...]

A peculiar set of circumstances was needed to fire his being, to focus his attention, and that was our job. One of our many jobs.

[...] He will become involved directly or indirectly through Timothy (humorously), and he will have much to do in the future with our own work. [...]

(The call was from Callista Buffalin, a widow now in her late twenties, who had lived in our apartment house until about two years ago. [...]

(It was a very hot and humid night, but in order to avoid interruptions we held the session in our small back room. [...]

I would like to continue with our discussion concerning the nature of the human personality in its relationship to action, and in connection with the matter of illness and health in general.

[...] Within our last session, I explained some of the basic psychological heritage that resides within the action makeup of the personality. [...]

[...] In the beginning of our sessions I spoke in a general manner, for example, saying that trees and plant life had a consciousness, but not a developed ego system. [...]

[...] I told her I’d talked with Mary Newman this morning, boosted our insurance coverage, and called Jim Baker, our optometrist. [...]

[...] And again, it is a story, and though I have never used this term before, in class or in our sessions, and though I do not want our friend over here in the elegant outfit to become angry with me (to Sue), I will tell you that reincarnation, in its own way, is also a parable. [...]

(It was perhaps our hottest and muggiest night to date here this summer, and Jane was not at her best. [...]

In our next session I will give some material pertaining to the woman. [...]

[...] She’s mentioned trying to have a session for the last two days, after I’ve been mentioning it briefly to her recently, as per our agreement to see if she could have Seth sessions while in the hospital. [...]

I am satisfied with the manner in which you decided to finish our last book. [...]

[...] After we’d talked for a bit she asked, “Do you like our house?”

[...] You do not need to worry or deride yourselves for stupidity if it appears (very long pause, eyes closed, at 9:04), looking over the long annals of work that we have done together, that it should have been obvious that our ideas were leading in certain directions—for not only have I been trying to divest you of official ideas, but to prepare you for the acceptance of a new version of reality: A version that could be described in many fashions. [...] I hope of course that our “model” avoids many of those pitfalls. [...]

(Long pause at 9:37.) In a fashion, all of the material that I have given you in the annals of our relationship was meant to lead you in one way or another to a place where the true nature of reality could at least be glimpsed. [...]

I will begin book sessions again Wednesday, and we will resume our two sessions a week. [...]

Then Wednesday we will begin our usual sessions, and I do bid you a productive and enjoyable new year—

[...] All of us certainly were more than happy with some of his contributions—simply those revolving around camping, for example—while misunderstanding or missing out upon many other facets of his life, and our own individual lives as they functioned within the family framework. [...]

There is material, buried in the files, that says clearly that our sessions began for many reasons—your joint desire to know, for example, and to probe together into the nature of reality. [...]

[...] She remembered nothing, including the ringing of our phone across the hall. [...]

[...] During break we mentioned last February’s vacation in Florida, and Jane’s lack of improvement in spite of our efforts. [...]

[...] A brief remark for our friend.