“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I also had a few questions — suspicions, really — that I wanted to discuss with Jane and/or Seth sometime during the session. [...]

[...] Your consciousness straddles those existences, and even the atoms and molecules within your present body contain the coded knowledge of those other (really simultaneous) forms. [...]

[...] Jane had been really under during another long delivery. [...]

[...] “Really — where can he go, considering where he started? [...]

This was to be the first time Seth really spoke to anyone else. [...]

[...] Had Seth really read Mark’s mind, or had Mark just wanted that to happen and convinced himself that it had? [...]

[...] And that made me question if I was really far more disturbed than I think I was because you didn’t help with Miss Cunningham the other night. [...]

[...] But if it’s true, then we’re really involved in something with fantastic potential … highly unique in a way … and that sounds too egotistical. [...]

Then, really astonished, I see some packages that simply were not there a moment earlier. [...]

[...] As that me, I had this emotional gratitude: thank God; at last, someone who can really help—or something like that; I think though I’m not sure that I also meant... [...]

[...] This is because he began to take the pressure off, so to speak, and really began to understand the abilities and limitations of the rational mind in its relationship to the body.

[...] “I’m glad I did that,” she said, meaning that she’d held the session, “but I really didn’t know whether I could. [...]

[...] Blame was projected by him upon other areas, because only when he allowed his thoughts to really surface would he blame you in any way. [...]

You were the one who could really hurt him if he let go, by your rejection of his emotional dimensions, he felt. [...]

([Bette:] “I didn’t know I didn’t belong there and I didn’t really care about the Indians. [...]

([Jane:] “I suggest for now we will let it ride although I don’t think we have really gone all the way out of it. [...]

[...] I felt for a moment as if my consciousness could really be swept away or as if I could really have difficulty getting back to my body. [...]

[...] This really confused me. [...] “Could it be that we’re really both physical after all?” I asked.

[...] I worked at getting clearer focus and really enjoyed walking down the park paths. [...]

I still couldn’t figure out what had really happened with Rob and me, though. [...]

And really, Jane, you’re giving your subconscious an awful lot of credit. [...]

[...] By now I was rather frightened, yet I thought that I could snap out of it if I really exerted all of my will power — or knew how.

[...] You didn’t care really. [...]

[...] (Earlier, he had held the cup while I sipped the coffee.) I concentrated as hard as I could on what he wanted me to do — which seemed hilarious to me, and an impossible task — and then really made a supreme physical effort. [...]

[...] “Things are really weird, like the sky’s cracking … Seth talking about it sort of controlled things, but now my head’s getting really big …” I roused her with a call, and she said, “Yeah, it’s wild … I don’t know whether I should break it or go along with it. [...]

[...] “And when there isn’t any sound outside, everything’s ringing — the way your ears do, only more so … Now my whole body’s really big. [...] My teeth seem really huge — everything — my feet …”

[...] As he said in the 29th session for February 26, 1964: “Later I will attempt to show you where the boundaries are — though (with a laugh) there really are no boundaries — that form a variety of such planes [realities] into a sphere of relation in which, to some extent, cause-and-effect operates as you understand it. [...]

[...] Two weeks would really not be detrimental, but you do not really need that much, and so I see no reason for taking it.

(I talked about the first session for Jane’s symptoms — the private portion of Session 208, for November 15, 1965 — yet she said that for her the whole thing really started the day before we went to a party in June 1966 regarding How to Develop Your ESP Power. [...]

[...] This led her into talk about my mother’s opinion of her — though I tried to show that Stella’s opinion had changed and that she really liked Jane in later years. [...]

I guess I really want to cry. [...]

[...] I really don’t know if it’s such a good idea to go over such memories or not, but since they came to mind I decided finally to have Rob write them down for me. [...]

[...] “That dozing off really worries me....” [...]

[...] I didn’t really think so while granting the possibility, for Jane also dozed in the mornings and on weekends when no nurses were present, and I changed her dressings on weekends within 20 minutes, so there was little strain involved there.

[...] It may even be, I’ve often thought, that one cannot really leave the body alone, nor be meant to—for the physical body would be a portion of the reality each individual creates, and so is bound to be intimately involved with individual fears, desires, intents, successes, etc.)

[...] No blood test results had really come through yet (from St. Joe’s last week). [...]

[...] (Persantine.) The more dangerous ones, for God’s sake, turned down the body’s own defense mechanisms and immunity, an effect that really seemed absolutely senseless to me. [...]

[...] I’m not denying that such a framework has its good points, but the overall picture is really far worse than I’d imagined. [...]

[...] Boy, that was a really good state,” she said with satisfaction. “I really enjoyed it….”

This evening it was obvious that Jane really wanted to have the session, because she told me she was ready for it early. [...]

[...] I can see how such a concept can be postulated mathematically—but could it ever have really happened in ordinary terms?

[...] By 11:05, though, she realized she hadn’t really “completely come out of it” at break after all. [...]

(11:37 P.M. Jane had been really out, she said later. [...]

[...] I don’t mean to be sarcastic, it really is. [...]

(Earlier this evening we had discussed whether I was really necessary to the sessions. [...]

[...] Not really a rock, but you know what I mean. [...]

[...] There was a feeling of disappointment connected and I’d say that it represents some feelings about my abilities—I thought they were sterling—really terrific—and wore myself out caring for them, but I fear that they are only very good serviceable ones after all, their earlier promise not proving true.... [...]

As for your straight lines and curves you realize, I know, that there are really no straight lines and curves, but that they are symbols. [...] Action is solidified, or should I say transfixed, in a painting and yet even in a painting action is never really solidified or transfixed, but continually fluid.

On your plane no action is really simultaneous and so time instantly enters in. [...]

[...] I know you’re tired but I’ve really enjoyed myself at your expense. [...]

[...] I was thoroughly frightened by now, yet thought that I could snap out of it if I really wanted to; and knew how to.