“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Last Thursday a letter from Prentice-Hall, suggesting that the Dream Manuscript be converted, sort of, into a book dealing with The Seth Material. Editor expressing really terrific interest in The Material. Just what we wanted; the enthusiastic interest really made me feel great. I was sort of appalled at the lost work in the Dream manuscript but realized Rob has been right along; and the editor was right. The Seth Material is my unique source and a literally fabulous one; that I really did not truly appreciate and to which I was not really directed. It is as if clouds of the worst sort have rolled away. In a session that night, Seth emphasized the new direction I should follow.

Then, re-reading some material I was struck by the massive intellect behind it, the real beauty of the material, and sad that I did not really let myself realize it before; indeed that I had allowed myself to be affected by the lesser writings of others; even to the extent that in some late sessions it affected the material. Told my class last night the whole bit, and said that from now on classes were to be focused about the material; we were going to study it from scratch; this was my life work, my direction, what I was meant to do. Realized yesterday also, going over old notes, that my original ‘cosmic consciousness’ (borrowed phrases again) experience was with The Physical Universe as Idea Construction which turned into and developed into the sessions and Seth Material; the natural, intuitive, and logical development; which to a large extent I relegated to the background and sometimes even distrusted. (Largely because I feared setting myself up as some sort of a ‘false prophet’ or something; or distrusted myself, rather than it, actually.)

Believe this all has to do with the above, plus with a strange session held the night before last, in which through me the voice said it was sort of ‘beyond Seth’; the message coming from a higher portion of that personality; tremendous energy seemed to flow through me and the definite, thank God, certainty, that this came from beyond me, and was automatically translated into words at my end. Subjectively I feel this was as significant a development—almost—as the original Seth session. The sense of contact most … undeniably there. The feeling I really was in contact with some… all encompassing reality.

(10:43 P.M. “That was really strange,” Jane said, when she’d finished her excellent delivery for Seth. [...] “That’s the first time that ever happened: I started to feel really sick, as though the material really got to me while he was giving it. [...]

[...] You have not really learned true expression. [...] Your mind is not really dealing with concepts but with the simple perception of objects, so that little imagination is involved. [...]

[...] “But I really felt sick there.”

(“We’re all going to die,” I said, “so what we’re really talking about is how and when that death takes place.... [...] But it’s also like saying that a doctor can’t help people with cancer unless he gets cancer himself, so that he really knows what it’s like. [...]

(As for the food and vitamin material, I’ve become less and less insistent that Jane adhere to any kind of regular program, since I think she continues to show that she’s not really sold on such therapy. I don’t really know whether that attitude negates my efforts or not. [...]

(I’d meant to write up a more detailed account of what is really an interesting case, but had become sidetracked by the Fred Conyers experience, work, and other things to do. [...]

[...] I didn’t really know whether his attraction to the woman involved had become obsessive, but did think elements of such a state were possibly involved. [...]

[...] I think that what you’re doing in the dream state, with what some of us are doing, is really great. [...] And I think that if we continue that we’ll really have some fantastic things going for us. [...]

[...] But you can work through them, and I’d really like all of you to do this. [...] And really see what you can do, ‘cause you can do stuff in the dream state with your consciousness just like you can here. [...]

[...] Both his eyes and his hands were really too expressive for a scientist’s, and he tried to be a scientist even when he was being a magician — perhaps then most of all.

[...] And in the back of his mind was the improbable hope that one day, somehow, the coins would really go through the tabletop. [...]

He raised a furry eyebrow: “I’d still rather have some really great event happen. [...]

It’s really unfortunate and quite unusual that we didn’t record the session. [...]

(I’ve received various answers from the pendulum on the background causes for my upset; not really contradictory, by and large, but signifying to me that in spite of my concern I hadn’t been willing to buckle down and really work at uncovering the beliefs causing the unrest. [...]

[...] I was really uncomfortable by session time, I told Jane. [...]

Is it really safe for him to let go entirely? [...]

[...] He is saying, really, is it safe to admit all feelings now? [...]

(Jane was really “fooled” when she opened her eyes and saw her position. [...]

[...] When Seth spoke of my hands, Jane saw my astral hands upraised—as I was really writing at the time, with the palms outward, toward her. [...]

[...] Also, the pyramid or cone of energy from in back of me had been directed at the spot in the room where she thought she was—not where she really was.

I suggest that first of all you ask yourselves what you really want, and what you really believe. [...]

[...] They serve as focus points for others who have the same ideas but are afraid to really face them or admit their beliefs. [...]

Grudges and old hatreds and old alliances that could otherwise really erupt, say, into wars or bloodshed in your country, are instead given normal, periodic eruptions so that free speech, of whatever nature—even inflammatory —serves to bring such issues into the open.

(To me:) your feelings have been ambiguous, and so far the books have sold exactly as you really wanted them to.

(“Now I feel really big—like that figure. Oh, I’m getting really bigger... like I’m really big and light like a balloon.” [...]

[...] I feel like I’m really giant-sized, pacing through this room and talking.” [...]

[...] It’s a real funny feeling, I can’t really describe the sensation. [...]

(After her lunch and reading of the free-association material, Jane said she didn’t really know what to do with herself. [...] If it could be described at all, she said, it could be “circular,” though really it had no form in that sense.

[...] The religious ideas really took hold, and I think we still only partially understand why.

[...] She said she also felt that she should cover up her use of the pendulum, that “people will really think I’m nuts.” [...]

(8:52.) You judge the world, but in far more rigorous terms morally than either of you really realize. [...] But the overly conscientious selves are not separate versions of you, really. [...]

[...] The first one came early this morning after I’d shoveled but a few scoops of snow in the driveway—no work involved at all, really, but I had to quit for fear of having an “attack” of some kind. [...]

[...] You are both saddled with old habits of thought that you really do not examine, and that is why the overly conscientious self still rules the roost.

(Yesterday while proofreading the Mass Events galleys I got the feeling that that book really bothered me, served as a focal point. [...]

(Lately I’ve really been working with ideas of safety, saying and believing that I am safe, secure and supported and that I do trust my natural spontaneous motion.... [...]

I do not really waken however but continue dreaming. [...]

I run ahead of the other girl, and around her, really hunting her down, yelling again dramatically and accusingly: “I ask myself, where are all my friends who were going to write no matter what, to work no matter what happened. [...]

[...] Now Seth really extended himself. [...]

[...] Her voice dropped considerably in volume and I really had the sensation that she was indeed speaking for someone else (rather than for a subconscious personality, for example, who just called itself Seth).

[...] I think that I was momentarily afraid that I really looked like that. [...]

[...] We couldn’t accept the evidence of our senses, nor could we really deny such obvious evidence. [...]

[...] She really wants improvements to take place much more quickly than they are — really fast. [...]

[...] “This really gives me hope,” she said. [...]

(“I guess what I mean is that I’m really encouraged,” she said, elated. [...]

[...] She still felt a sense of triumph; really good. [...]

[...] It contains some excellent material, and it seems that just recently, especially with all the fuss about foreign publishers, I’ve just begin to really put it to fruitful use. [...]

[...] The result of this activity is that I find myself focusing on a few things I think really important: Writing, painting, my love for Jane, the sessions, the house, the cats, etc. [...]

[...] She’s also told me that just this weekend has she realized that she really didn’t want to walk, as “long as it didn’t hurt too much not to.” [...]

[...] It seemed that Seth was really laying it on somebody. [...]

[...] There are many ways of doing this, methods not really difficult to follow. [...]

[...] You are not traveling blind, therefore, and while any given journey may be new to you, you are not really a pioneer: The land has been mapped and there are few basic surprises.

Ruburt is working through the philosophical problems that were really only questions not completely asked. [...]

[...] Anna herself wasn’t really important to me. The information was really that the apartment in the house next door, on the corner, would be vacant. The clothing sequence was wrong in that no one really hung out clothes. [...] I think I’d known the name all the while and in the dream translated it into action; the clothes episode would, then, really identify Anna and forsee the event in which she showed me the clothes closet.

[...] “You were running through the radioactive rain to avoid contamination, running for your life, really, and the pamphlet refers to survival several times and ‘Maintain top speed.’”

“I don’t know if you can really count that,” Rob said, “Though you’re probably right. [...]

[...] What I really think happened is this: I left my body, wandered in my dream body around the County House grounds, went inside, saw the pamphlet, and then made up that dream about it. [...]