“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I want him, again, to try and sense the natural rhythms within him, of work and play, to continue his notes, to write for now four hours a day, with one hour for poetry, to think of the ideas of his book instead of thinking about the contracts, or of a book as a book, or as work as work; and tune into the library. [...]

[...] Our friends wanted to celebrate the publication of her first “psychic” book, her first mention of Seth, but she read poetry at the party and wouldn’t talk about the ESP book — too embarrassed. [...]

[...] Jane began talking of her attempts to get people to listen to her poetry, and her early fears that she was considered odd because of her talents. [...]

(Today in the mail Jane received a group of file cards, prepared as an index by Blanche Price for the copies of poetry Jane had sent her over the years for safekeeping. [...]

(A long pause, well over one minute; eyes closed.) His poetry copies were in a room predominantly blue, light blue, and pink. [...]

(“Jane’s getting ready to send out a book of poetry.”

[...] I have nothing to say concerning the poetry this evening, and I suggest we end the session unless you have pressing questions. [...]

[...] This is merely an impression: have Ruburt send the poetry book to a company beginning with a V or an L.

[...] When Ruburt forgot to worry because “he wasn’t working,” his natural playful creativity bubbled to the surface, and today he wrote poetry. Poetry, however, did not fit into his current ideas about work, and so that excellent creativity was hardly counted at all.

Jane has been doing 3” × 6” sketches in concert with her poetry about nature. [...] I’d like to frame some of those little pieces, for visually they present the same qualities her poetry does verbally. [...]

[...] This is the way the book of poetry that I finished early in March, Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time, began.

[...] For now I was touching up my nails — I’d worn off all the new polish on their edges from typing my Speaker poetry all day. [...]

[...] I often do — it’s almost the same high-flying feeling I get when I do some good poetry, like on Monday….” [...]

It was no coincidence however that Ruburt’s Father Trayner read him poetry, inspired Ruburt’s love of poetry, and that Ruburt would feel that he had to use poetry to express ideas with which his mentor did not agree.

[...] In addition to Seth’s volume, these sometimes resulted in very creative products of her “own”: Some of the psychic experiences connected with her book of poetry, Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time, which she began in November, 1972, are described in the 639th session in Chapter Ten. [...]

He began to search actually from childhood in a natural fashion toward some larger framework that would offer an explanation for reality that bore at least some resemblance to the natural vision of his best poetry. [...]

At the time the sessions began (pause), the world was beginning to seem senseless, truly incomprehensible, to anyone who held any sense of poetry or sanity. [...]

His poetry acted in some regards as a stimulator. [...]

[...] I remember walking out to the living room where she writes her poetry, having finished my own work in my studio in the back of the apartment at about 9 PM; Jane’s first words were “Boy, have I got a great idea,” or to that effect. [...] Checking with her while writing this up, she said that she never did do any poetry that night; the idea came to her as she sat down to write poetry after supper, and she spent the evening on it.

[...] First as intuition; in other words from his inner self as he sat down to write poetry, and in a dream the following night.

[...] His poetry does not spring from the conscious self, yet he would not disinherit it for that reason. [...]

[...] If not, the use of the abilities and his resulting understanding will be the reward that will add to the dimension of his poetry.

Ruburt should concentrate upon his poetry. [...]

Ruburt must work ever harder at his poetry. [...]

[...] You show as much reluctance to sell your work as Ruburt shows in marketing his poetry.

(On December 13 Jane came up with her best title yet for the book of poetry she’s putting together: If We Live Again: Love’s Lives and Probable Selves. [...] My wife is also doing some poetry as a Christmas present for me—though she’s very secretive about this activity; I’m not supposed to know what she’s up to.

“Units of consciousness do help form different kinds of physical realities—as indeed Ruburt has himself hinted in some of his poetry. [...]

[...] The painting, however, and the poetry, sets him into motion, releasing the trust that will then flow into his other writing. [...]

[...] In our sessions he lets himself alone, and in class and with Sumari, and with poetry. [...]

[...] There was no suggestion meant that he had made any decision to give up the poetry. [...]

(Now here are excerpts from the account she wrote for me of her experiences involving the rain-puddle creature and the light on the evening of February 2. Jane’s narrative and poetry supplement Seth’s own words, and show how she became consciously aware of the unique transformation of her original poetic ideas into visual reality — and how she then carried the creative process another step by converting her new perceptions into more poetry. [...]

[...] Her material is presented, with the appropriate selection of poetry from Dialogues, in the notes at next break. [...]

(“I’d been working all day,” Jane wrote, “on my book of poetry, Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time. [...]

Tomorrow for example let him without guilt let the day be used to putter in the bedroom, play with poetry, do what comes naturally without a sense of guilt.

[...] The poetry was always a part of the psychic nature.

The poetry allows for fullest possible creative expression in the full meaning of the word, art. [...]

[...] Before the session Jane and I held a general discussion re her improvement, my parents’ serious situation, Jane’s recent days of writing poetry. [...]

[...] He is expressing his salvation now through his poetry, which is natural for both portions of the self. [...]

[...] Jane made valuable connections here about the honesty necessary in evaluating her psychic gifts, linking this same honesty with that she uses while writing poetry, etc. [...]

Let him remind himself that he is fearless in his poetry, and commits himself to it fully, and his ability here has always led him onward to further unfoldments and never into betrayal or deceit. [...]