“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But until lately I didn’t really feel that was wrong; or feel that I was... [...]

[...] It wasn’t until after Jane’s death in 1984 that I took the “time” to understand that Jane’s Seth material—her great passionate body of work—really didn’t need to be categorized as public or private—that all of it was simply one multifaceted creative entity.

[...] I don’t know who would have the patience to read them, but I’d really like to see all of them out there, on the record. [...]

[...] You will shove down all kinds of impulses, and so you will not know yourself, and you will block off impulses that you really should accept, recognize and admit as portions of yourself. [...]

(To Daniel.) And for our friend over here, and not really for him but for our long-faced friend who is not present tonight (meaning Ron), Ruburt will go for any tests that are fun. [...]

[...] “I was really out that last time but it was for such a short time that I really felt the transitions from ‘here’ to ‘there’ and back. [...]

[...] I was really confused for a while, yet now I see that each thing’s separate, already prepared by Seth. [...]

[...] That’s really weird. [...]

[...] “Besides,” I said to Rob, “Seth says that we live in the ‘Spacious Present,’ and that there really isn’t any past, present, and future. [...]

I started to smile, though, thinking of it: According to Rob the can of Dutch Cleanser had really jumped when my fist came down on the table the first time, and the cleaning supplies next to my elbow had gone flying. [...]

According to Seth, Peter’s own reincarnations had really been completed before he was born this time. [...]

I really felt besieged, mostly because I wanted to help so badly. [...]

[...] (This from Jane’s reading of William James lately.) You have been afraid of really structuring the improvements, of really making an important effort, for fear that effort will fail.

The two of you are after all people, they think, and since they distrust themselves they cannot really understand how the two of you trust yourselves as much as you do. [...]

[...] If you did not really approve of Prentice as a publisher, then he wondered seriously whether he should follow through with a new house, and with the hopes that Eleanor offered. [...]

[...] That day, he thought “After Rob seeing how I really am in the morning—if he saw me now he would see how much better I am,” and he felt proud of doing what he was doing as well as he could.

[...] Physically he had never really forced a body image through athletics, for example. [...]

(Seth:) Now, if you really believed what I said then, then you would bank upon yourselves. You would really trust yourselves. You would really know that you are an intimate part of the fabric of the universe; you would trust your abilities and bet upon yourselves. [...]

[...] This was what damnation really meant. [...]

[...] We don’t know whether there are really any connections between them and the situations I’ll describe, and would appreciate your comments when you have time. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. The phone rings and at first I can’t tell if the ring is really here or from the radio, and when I answer the phone the voice is distant; it asks for Rob. [...]

These were interruptions, and because of your attitudes you thought of them as troublesome interruptions: surely you would have sailed through your work otherwise, or performed chores that you wanted to accomplish; and so because you still do not really understand the effectiveness of Framework 2, those visits added to your sense of concern and hassles with time. [...]

Neither of you really, however, took full advantage of the reassurances those visits were intended to give each of you. [...]

[...] It was 8:52 when she really fell asleep in her chair, for perhaps the tenth time. [...]

[...] “It was more than I thought I could do,” she said, “but I really got worried tonight when I started dozing off like that.” [...]

[...] It was not really great wealth, but some acceptable framework of financial security he was after, and some assurance that his books would bring him this, along with the freedom of creativity as he understood it.

[...] He became angry, and still is, when you show normal criticism of Prentice and their dealings with our books, or his, because he feels that you do not really understand how difficult it is to market creative work, and since you do not sell your paintings you should not criticize his admittedly worrisome efforts. [...]

[...] All joking aside, this latest idea should really be an excellent one, and I would have suggested it myself except that I could not get through to Ruburt. [...]

[...] Also, her broadly smiling face felt different than usual to her; Jane said she really felt Seth’s emotions during this delivery, and added that Seth thought he was being smart.

Scientists will begin to look for easier methods, and believe it or not, the first really important discovery will be made by an orthodox scientist out of pure desperation. [...]

I could really go on. [...]

(When I mentioned a session to Jane finally she said she didn’t really feel like it; she was getting relaxed, “really out of it,” and I could tell she’d rather not do it. [...]

[...] Something had really turned Jane on after all. [...]

[...] I was really surprised. [...]

[...] Then, in order to obtain some physical proof that this was really happening, with my right hand I began to ‘carve’ a squarish hole a few inches across in the glass where Gus’s head had been. [...]

[...] I didn’t get to actually show the hole in the glass, though, but for some little time I kept laughing and saying, to everyone’s surprise and amusement, that I’d really had that adventure this morning.”

[...] She was not as dependable, nor should she really show her face in public—so to some extent, now, the symptoms took the place of the veil.

[...] Neither of you really miss not traveling, not going on tours, or not mixing with the world. [...]

If you really do understand that you live in a safe universe, you need no such protection. [...]

(We really wanted this session, although at 7:30 PM Jane was so far out of it that I didn’t know whether she’d make it or not. [...]

[...] Jane is really bothered, though, and we trust that Seth was correct in the last session when he said this phase of Jane’s symptoms would soon pass. [...]