“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The priest in charge — there were three of them — said that Joe had planned much of the service himself, and that Joe had asked him: “Why are the good ones taken?” The priest enlarged the question to: “Why is anyone taken?”

(The booklet explains much — all of the multitude of sittings and standings and kneelings that we went through in the pews; the gifts carried to the altar by the Bumbalo grandchildren; the hymns we listened to; the selections from the Bible read by the various priests; the responses we gave to the appropriate passages recited by the head priest, who read from the Gospel of John and other Biblical passages.

(I found the whole funeral experience quite interesting, though I understood little of what was going on. A priest gave a short talk at the funeral home, leading it off, maybe for shock value, by telling us that sooner or later every one of us would experience the same thing Joe Bumbalo had. The room was very impressive, with its beamed ceiling. I thought the timeless quality, of light and so forth, inside the large room where the casket lay was more than a little symbolic in itself, isolated as the room was from the apparent time of day, night, or season.

(The service wasn’t as long as I’d thought it might be, though, and we were on our way to the cemetery shortly before noon, winding through the quiet tree-lined side streets. The day had turned hot and bright and humid — a beautiful day to be alive, actually, though I’d agreed with the priests when each of them said that Joe was in an even better place now.

(“I became a priest of God to learn what sin is,” she also wrote. The priests she saw while she was living with her mother hadn’t liked those works, and castigated her for writing them. [...] She told me again about the book-burning a priest had conducted in her back yard, when she was a teen-ager. [...]

A high percentage of priests of the Middle Ages, for example, had illegitimate children. [...] Such situations were overlooked, if not condoned, as long as a priest’s love and devotion still belonged to the Church and were not “squandered” upon the mother of such offspring.

The Church did not restrain the sexuality of its priests or the expression of sexuality in previous centuries as much as it tried to divorce the expression of love and devotion from sexuality.

A good number of nuns were of course carrying the seed of those priests, and bearing children who acted as servants in monasteries, sometimes, as well as in convents. [...]

[...] The data can fit either the envelope object itself, or the picture of the dead priest referred to above under “cross shape,” etc. [...] Even with this the photo of the priest measures 3 3/4” x 2 1/2”, or still smaller. Neither the object or the priest’s picture have writing on the back, but both contain printed type. [...]

[...] We think this also refers to the death of the priest whom Jane knew in her childhood. The photo of him that Jane received in the mail the other day is actually a halftone reproduction bearing the priest’s portrait and a heavy black border all around. [...]

(“…Ruburt’s connection now: An impression of forgiveness…” We believe this refers to the recent death of a priest whom Jane knew as a child. [...]

My life is its own definition.
So is yours.
Let us leave the priests
to their hells and heavens,
and confine
the scientists
to their dying universe,
with its
accidentally created stars.
Let us each dare
to open our dream’s door,
and explore
the unofficial thresholds,
where we begin.

[...] Since she had died in a Catholic hospital, I called for a priest to speak at her bedside. [...] You loved her greatly in this life …” The priest promised to send me a copy of his eulogy.

[...] Ruburt’s early mystic life was also bound up with priests who were males, with whom one could not have any sexual relationship. [...] He also felt compelled to follow the advice of the priests whether or not he agreed with it. [...]

[...] As far as I could recall, this was the first time she had permitted herself to lie flat during a session while in trance.) Because of the early training, you have somewhat assumed a position like those of the priests, and your word becomes extremely important, and almost like a law. [...]

The priests visited on Sunday afternoon. [...]

[...] All of this male business is related to the male priests in her childhood years.

(We talked a lot about the priests in her life, and the conflicts her work set up with their early teachings, and their personal behavior, good and bad. [...]

[...] She talked about how the one priest who put her to bed when she was but 3 or 4 years old would “play” with her sexually, and how Marie finally figured that out. [...]

[...] Looking backward in time, Plato heard the story of Atlantis from his maternal uncle, Critias the Younger, who was told about it by his father, Critias the Elder, who heard about it through the works of the Athenian statesman and lawgiver, Solon, who had lived two centuries earlier [c. 640–559 B.C.]; and Solon got the story of Atlantis from Egyptian priests, who got it from ———? [...]

[...] Priests take vows to ensure sexual abstinence. [...]

(We then discussed her reaction to her early religious home environment, especially to the priests in her life. [...] Jane lacked a countering influence to the priests. [...]

[...] My own idea is that this refers to the recent death of a priest Jane knew in her teens. [...] There is a connection between the priest, Father Ryan, and Jane’s playground dreams, and the playground itself in Saratoga Springs. [...] The school was actually housed in a complex of buildings that contained also a church and the headquarters and living area of the particular priestly order serving Saratoga and environs.

[...] on page 157, describing the physical relation between the school, the priests’ home quarters, and the playground. [...]

[...] Two brothers who were priests and yet it seems from what I am getting, that you did what only can be called spy work for them. [...] I see you playing in the church, mimicking the priest and playing with the vestments. [...] Your brothers knew this, the priests, and they used this knowledge to incite you to act as a spy for them. [...]

[...] It peopled the world of man with saints, sinners, priests, and it peopled space with a God, a legion of angels, and a devil and his cohorts—so surely Christianity must be based upon fact.

[...] Conflicts between the priests and righteous members of the congregation were frequent. [...]

[...] But many people look to those outside themselves — psychics, doctors, psychiatrists, priests, ministers, friends — for the answers to overall life situations, and in so doing they deny their own abilities of self-understanding and growth.

Do not place the words of gurus, ministers, priests, scientists, psychologists, friends — or my words — higher than the feelings of your own being. [...]

Mark took the word nun for monk, because he knew Roarck when Roarck was a priest, and substituted monk really for priest.

[...] He was a priest 4,000 years ago.

[...] The doctors or priests humbly stated their problems verbally and through ritualistic dancing, and then requested the help of the animal — so that the animals were not sacrificed, in those terms, nor taken advantage of. [...]

[...] Certain individuals, therefore, in history, certain geniuses, kings, priests, prophets, are touched by this light. [...]

([Gert:] “Was I a priest?”)

[...] You would have projected them upon a priest, but this frightened you even more because the male relationship held for you a feeling of terror. [...]

[...] Something to do with a priest or monk, something of that order: a member of the family or confidant.

[...] The word “high” is important, for art, his art—writing, poetry—was his version of, say, the high mass of his childhood, where he and not the priest was in connection with the universe. [...]