“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They continued now although we couldn’t see any glow — say from a fire — in the sky over the western section of the city. [...]

[...] All were very brief, and over before I realized I had received them: April 30: Young woman with wide open mouth; full-face closeup. [...]

[...] The sensation progressed to a remarkable degree, lasted for well over five minutes by my estimation, and was unmistakable. [...]

[...] Reaching over, I dropped the test envelope in Jane’s lap as she spoke. [...]

[...] Then, Jane said, when she realized she did feel nervous, and that she was sitting stiffly, she relaxed and let Seth take over.

[...] I added to the discussion by noting that I was deeply concerned that she’d reinforced her own self-doubts through what I said about the world myself, over the years. [...]

It is far more important that you understand this than that you become overly concerned with labyrinthian “past reasons,” for you can get so lost in a negative approach that you forget that these beliefs can be changed in the present. [...]

[...] There was a shadow over the room, and the room was divided into many portions, which represented the various divided fears and desires he has at this time.

(“Not until I read it over.”)

[...] This morning Jane began to exclaim over the improvement in her vision—her left eye would “click in” as she put it, and her sight would be sharp. [...]

[...] Each dance is a victory because he first had to get over the fear of walking to the dance floor, and he looks hopefully to you for your support that he does not look too badly. [...]

[...] [In the note she’s making for her Introduction to Seth’s The Nature of the Psyche, Jane describes a world view as “…a living psychological picture of an individual life, with its knowledge and experience, which remains responsive and viable long after the physical life itself is over.”]

(In line with doing things differently, no session was held last Saturday night because over the weekend we decided to give up the Monday–Saturday session routine we’ve followed for the last eight months, and return to our original practice of holding sessions on Monday and Wednesday evenings. [...]

[...] This time the double envelopes contained a black and white photo I took of Jane at York Beach, ME, a little over a year ago this month. [...]

(9:48.) A prime example, of course, is the “work” done to keep each and every creature alive and breathing, the “work” done to keep the planets in their places, the “work” being done so that one evolutionist can meditate over his theories.

[...] One of the greatest, however, is the idea that the conscious mind does not have any touch with the fountains of its own being, that it is divorced from nature, and that the individual is therefore at the mercy of unconscious drives over which he has no control.

(By now I was sitting tensely on the edge of our couch, bending over the notebook as it lay on the coffee table before me. [...]

(With gestures, emphatically) That selfhood jumps in leapfrog fashion over events that it does not want to actualize (pause), and does not admit such experience into its selfhood. [...]

So the spirit of Island Four journeys to that other reality, where all kinds of life swarm over shore and mountain, and the spirit of the third island visits a world of such peace that all motion seems stilled.

(Strangely enough, Jane did not speak in an overly loud voice. [...]