“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] My own fears left me seeing visions of a drastically changed relationship between us, and a different life-style, one probably considerably less private if she needed nursing care, say, “What are you trying to do to me?” I demanded, and so forth. [...]

[...] It probably wouldn’t in any case; certainly mediums who charge for readings and hold regular ones daily, don’t go through that all the time. [...]

Probable universes are by their very nature existing universes. [...]

[...] Seth had not yet mentioned the nodule on her wrist, and we agreed that he was probably waiting until she attained a deeper state before he dealt with personal material of this sort.

[...] I can foresee probabilities, but you make your own reality, and I will not take the responsibility. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) In that state before the beginning, your consciousness existed free of space and time, aware of immense probabilities. [...]

[...] We are also waiting for the September royalty payment from Prentice-Hall, due probably next week. [...]

[...] This image, on a slight angle, was probably more subjective than objective. [...]

(I think that more suggestions would have induced an even deeper state with her, and that probably amnesia could have been induced in this deeper state had I so desired. [...]

2. Here Seth probably referred to material that Jane and I recently came across concerning the views of a “radical” philosophy of change: Violence is permissible in order to bring about a revolution which, in turn, would lead to a new age. [...]

Yet Jane and I began to truly understand that the challenges, potentials, and probabilities in our lives could easily outstrip our ordinary daily capacities to grasp them. We began to feel that the probable realities alone that we could create and explore, for example, were “probably” endless in ordinary terms. [...]

[...] Nor for that matter did it occur to us, uninformed though we probably were, to ask about predictions or even “just” the probabilities concerning our own physical lives, let alone our physical deaths. [...]

In 1931 in Saratoga Springs, New York, Jane’s father, Delmer Roberts (or Del) chose to exercise the probability that he would leave his wife Marie and their daughter Jane, who was not yet three years old. [...]

Their migration is perfect in its simplicity and complexity, yet your journey as a species is far less predictable, opening avenues of probabilities in which your consciousness and free will allows you to become conscious creators in worlds that you initiate and then inhabit.

(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. [...]

[...] Now she became rather upset as we both voiced our opinions just before the session, and this probably contributed to the later start of the session. [...]

[...] We’ll probably call the police to ask for news, eventually. [...]

[...] Your system can be likened to a probability system that was latent always within our own capabilities but was not actualized within our experience. [...]

[...] You also had another experience two nights ago dealing with probabilities that you did not remember. [...]

[...] I just wasn’t sure if I had misunderstood that you had said this set of circumstances had been decided by a previous personality, in our terms, and I thought you had probably meant by the whole self.”)

[...] She was probably in her early 40’s. An expensive suitcase sat beside her.

[...] Probably we would have preferred that our friends, two young men and two young ladies, do more background reading before meeting Seth; on the other hand, with the coming publication of Jane’s book we have been somewhat curious as to the reaction of interested friends to Seth. [...]