“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Being a proper candidate meant that I would turn my life over to medical science in the hospital for at least a year: a year spent in therapy, surgical procedures, and more therapy, until I ended up having at least four separate operations. [...]

[...] They were in their collective way like magicians, producing wonders out of the clear air, stunning you with their charming smiles and manners, trying to win you over to some strange cause.

[...] “But in spite of everything, over all those years I never felt sick until I went into the hospital,” she wailed. [...]

[...] I answered my own question by remembering accounts I had on file, explaining how people of various ages had withstood numerous, incredible operations, sometimes over a period of years. [...]

[...] She didn’t know where; but Ryerson told her that while over there he’d heard that Jane and I had bought a house in Spain and were moving over there. [...] If Ryerson met anyone over there who knows us, we are quite unaware of it. [...]

(Jane repeated several times that she had no questions, except to wonder why “it was taking so long to get over the whole thing,” and so forth. [...]

[...] I also said I wanted to go over the past sessions with her today, because I was concerned that we’d get out of the habit of reviewing them so as to keep them in mind. [...]

(Jane had done little motion exercising because of my going over the session, though I’d told her to if she felt like it as I was reading. [...]

[...] “So it’s tricky as hell to do all that stuff and not let yourself slide over the edge,” she said. I said it was okay to slide over the edge, if you realized what was happening and took steps to not get carried away into a depressed mood by it. [...]

(11:47 PM.) Tell Ruburt not to waste time crying over his mistakes. [...]

[...] He had been closed up in that house over there, and went wild and terrified.

After eight o’clock on the night of a session, Ruburt should take steps so that he is not concerned over the question of whether or not particular visitors will arrive. [...]

[...] That is, I can let him know; but overly conscious preoccupation blocks him from knowing.

[...] Now she walked over to a cane chair that was unoccupied.)

(See the 43rd session, page 4. Jane now pointed to a painting I had finished a couple of years ago; it hung over our divan, above the couch. [...]

[...] The idea of a public life—to some extent, now—has hung over his head, so to speak, almost like a threat. [...]

[...] The inner psychological distance must become surfacely portrayed, instantly translated to the audience, so that for him there is the same kind of reaction that he might have in talking to others overly much about a book of his own in progress—as if he might talk out the book, and therefore not need to write it, while at the same time losing much of the inner development that might otherwise give the book its own deeper meanings. [...]

He has, however, held it over his head that if he improved he should then do such work—and that only fear held him back. [...]

[...] I think it came to me because of my concern recently over the new idea I’d come across—concerning Jane’s ideas about her relationship with Seth, her feelings about her abilities versus his, etc. [...]

(I had another of my “insights” while painting this morning, and talked it over with Jane after supper tonight. [...] I added that Seth—and we—must have covered this ground many times over the years; yet now I felt that once again I was “on to something important.”

(Jane didn’t react overly much to any of this, beyond implying at least a general sort of agreement. [...]

At the same time, however, over a period of time he began to hold back creatively to some extent on inspiration itself, wondering where it might lead him, and this caused part of his physical difficulties (long pause), the physical blockage of course reflecting the inner one. [...]

The psychic public image (long pause) is a composite, of course, composed in your minds largely from your correspondence, and in that regard you both often exaggerate certain elements over others. [...]

(Jane said that previous experience was a great help in guiding her over the rough emotional involvements like the fight scene—that she “got through” these quite well and wasn’t alarmed. She went over the session with Jerry on 1/16.)

[...] She chased him all over the house one night. [...]

[...] Jerry agreed to go over a copy of this material and to write in wherever she thought Jane’s data applied.

[...] Billie was dominant over her father, Jerry said; she was very insistent and wouldn’t back down in an argument.

The idea is to be alert for psychological contents of the mind that we usually ignore, that science can’t prove or disprove … where we take experience over theory.

[...] I read the mail over. [...]

[...] In fact, I had offered him milk as I went over my predictions … I suddenly remembered something else. [...]

[...] When we knew Ed Robinson — over 20 years ago — he was doing Mike Hammer comic strip for Micky Spillane. [...]

(To Rose.) Our friend over here in the corner has healing abilities and you can direct them, mainly toward others, although you are quite capable of using them for your own benefit also when you do not brood. [...]

(To Louise.) Our new friend over here, the cougher, you also have strong healing abilities. [...]

(To Rachel) The one over here on the couch who winks at me in such an infamous manner, you also have healing abilities. [...]

I have seen many starers in my day, but I have never seen a starer such as this one, and if there are holes in our poor friend Ruburt’s back, when the session is over then you had better stuff them with cotton, but know where they came from. [...]

[...] We have much time available to us, and need not worry over an occasional missed or short session, as long as our overall pattern is maintained.

[...] I noticed this and suggested she not read it, having in mind my recent experience with illness and my poring over the daily New York City newspapers. [...]

[...] It was almost mechanical, I thought, as if some second-hand god kept reusing the same leaves each year, over and over again, and we were too childish to see beneath the subterfuge.

Death came in and took my cat
And passed right by my dog.
He chased her through the living room
Over the woolen rug.
I sat right there and never knew.
I sat right there and never saw.

Our ashy laugh
Scattered over the countryside.
We never understood
The terms.

[...] To that degree and in the light of this discussion, you end up with what I will call —and have in the past called—the overly conscientious self, which attempts to deal with the attitudes of the Sinful Self by checking and double-checking all the time, by being, in other words, overly conscientious: is Ruburt dealing with “the truth,” and so forth? [...]

[...] Why else would a person put up with what she has for well over a decade, without asking others for help? [...]

[...] —worries Jane has fretted over for years. [...]

[...] I see you bent over a table, either reading or drawing, in the front upstairs room.

[...] In my school days I did not have a drawing table, but worked bent over at a card table in the front upstairs room, with a small drawing board in my lap, resting on the edge of the card table. [...]

(Jane saw me bent over with my right hand moving, either writing or drawing. [...]

[...] Of course he is concerned over his own health. [...]

[...] He then put a lead shield over it, but this didn’t help. [...]

(To Jason.) And also because of a deep feeling of goodness and strength and courage over here, but I do not want you to distort what you are getting either. [...]

[...] This was supposed to be your break, but I could not stand such a long face over here. [...]

(To Laurie:) This one over here in the corner I have to thank for my card, I believe. [...]

I’d never seen Jane hesitate for so many months over beginning a new project, as she had with Magical Approach. [...] Watching my wife over the years, I’d long ago come to feel that I was observing someone who was following a chosen course with incredible ability and determination. [...]

[...] [It grew to be over eight and a half feet deep in the reactor building.] Utility engineers now have in operation a filtering system to decontaminate before storage the nearly one million gallons of water in the two buildings. [...]

[...] Nor, despite Western fears, does the Russian-oriented Tudeh, Iran’s Communist Party, seem anxious to take over; instead, the leaders of the Tudeh are supporting [...]

By August, however, Jane hadn’t “walked,” even by leaning upon her typing table and pushing it before her, for over eight months; she was still getting around the hill house in either her wheeled office chair, or the old straight chair I’d equipped with casters last June. [...]

I do not approve of a whole day being given over to the sort of experimentation carried on by Ruburt last week in the Father Trainor sessions. [...]

[...] Jane and I did not know about it, however, and this was his first such seizure in over a year.)

[...] I tried to do it over, on tape. [...]

[...] I then started all over again with the readings. [...]

[...] Then you were resentful over the resentment whenever you became closely aware of it.

[...] When you read over the material you will see.

[...] Recently, talking it over with Jane, I decided against expanding my working hours at the plant. [...]

You will find a spilling over, often, where attitudes and expectations show themselves in various mediums. [...]

[...] After the session tonight we tried a few experiments but achieved nothing, with the exception that at one point when Jane announced she might achieve a certain result, I felt my old familiar thrilling sensation wash over me quite strongly. [...]