“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There were also conflicts of direction, as to who would “rule the roost”, and you resented his “taking over”, or what it seemed to you to be. [...]

[...] As you probably suspect, the overeating is the one great indulgence that you allow yourself, and even then you surround it with all kinds of taboos. [...]

[...] And without understanding, you can medically rid yourself of one condition, only to make ready certain that you have another one planned to take over! [...]

[...] And my heartiest regards to my friend over there (Rob), who did not have to take any notes this evening.

[...] One of these limbs arched up over our lawn toward our living room on the second floor, and the jutting-out bay windows of the apartment beneath us on the ground floor. [...]

There is on Ruburt’s part a fear of becoming overly involved, and there is no basis here for any such danger. [...]

[...] I have no control over exterior circumstances that affect you, however. [...]

[...] In case you wondered Ruburt’s weekend fling with the furniture was a result of various things—an inner, unrecognized knowledge that her publisher would put off the book for now, and a burst of doubt over these sessions coupled with worries concerning your parents.

A particular man with a camera slung over his shoulder, who gets our friend’s attention. [...]

(I handed over the double envelope, and as usual Jane took it with her eyes remaining closed. [...]

[...] But we do not know them, and this was the first time Jane and I had been in the discotheque in over a year.)

[...] We attributed a mental cause to it, probably concern over the forthcoming publication of her ESP book.

(Laugh.) He is concerned, you see, over the publication of his book, period. [...]

[...] She also said she would recall any images when we went over the data.

[...] It was quite hilarious and we had some laughs over it; but as I finished reading at about 9:45 PM, I became aware that I was experiencing a feeling of enlargement in the index and second finger of my right hand. [...]

[...] And again, while it had definite duration, it was still over with before I consciously understood what had taken place. [...]

[...] Looking back, I believe the upper half of the window was open; I seem to recall seeing the girl’s left arm draped over the top edge of the still-shut lower window.

[...] I said that the seasons came and went, and that many crops of spring flowers grew there over a period of time. [...]

[...] You are small in relationship to the stars, also, but when you seek to place your fate in their hands, figuratively speaking, then it does seem as if you have little control over your own destiny.

Seth has briefly referred to astrology a few times over the years. [...]

[...] The “annihilation” is accomplished by turning the will over to the authority. [...]

[...] Yet the new self never comes—not the promised, overly idealized self that feels a godly love without distinctions. [...]

[...] With your recorder we may be able to arrange a more comfortable conversation, although as you realize as far as the material itself is concerned, it is rather weighty material and I must sort of hit you over the head with it. If I did not hit you over the head with it I’m afraid that you would not get it at all.

(Much of this we’ve gone over before, at various times. [...]

(4:32 p.m. It was getting windy outside, and cooler, and was clouding over. [...]

[...] I will say this over and over again—I will say it simply—and I will repeat it time and time again, until you understand intuitively what I mean. [...]

[...] When the stint was over he would feel perhaps a strong burst of physically directed energy, and want to clean the house or go for walks.

[...] When this is clearly understood then you and he will see that the method is only half experienced, for the method itself includes triumph over the conditions. [...]

Her heavily applied, overly feminine characteristics, were donned by her to hold him in the early years. [...]

There has been some marked improvement, but worry over the mental temperament, and increased irritability. [...]

[...] Only when it refuses responsibility does it finally find itself at the seeming mercy of events over which it appears to have no control.

The existence of so-called negative thoughts and feelings will not be glossed over, but neither will your ability to handle these. [...]

[...] When you examine one such belief then you obviously threaten the integrity of the structure; and so there are ways of inserting new supports, so to speak — methods to tide you over. [...]

[...] The rest of the session was given over to our guests; Seth’s manner became more jovial and his pace speeded up considerably. [...]

[...] The pulses mentioned earlier are so short in duration that your consciousness skips over them merrily, yet your physical perception cannot seem to bridge the gap when the longer rhythm of pulsation occurs. [...]

In these cases, you return to the body, but you have passed over the threshold into these other existences many many times, so it will not be as unfamiliar to you as you may now suppose. [...]

[...] “Now I don’t know what to do — I could go to bed or continue the session for hours. …” She’d spent most of her day writing lyrics for rock music — for reasons not necessary to go into here — and now that activity reminded her of a poem she’d written in May 1963, well over six months before she began speaking for Seth. [...]

6. Much of Seth’s material in this session (and in this paragraph), along with his obviously intense feelings about what he was saying, reminded me of a group of sessions he gave well over a decade ago on the three creative dilemmas of All That Is. [...]

(We were very busy with publishing affairs over the weekend. [...]

[...] Over 50 people have been counted dead so far, with hundreds injured and many thousands left homeless. [...]

[...] Going over these two sets of material was routine; nothing had to be returned, and in each case Jane called Tam Mossman at Prentice-Hall to give her approval and to make a few suggestions for changes. [...]

[...] She waited well over a minute to begin speaking after she sat down and closed her eyes.)

[...] She pointed over her right shoulder to where the painting — which is reproduced in The Seth Material — hangs on our living room wall just in back of her rocker.