“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(After she’d eaten and I was getting ready to leave, Jane said, “I really feel guilty at making your life so hard,” and added more words to that effect. [...]

[...] It developed that she’s feeling more impatient, and really wants to be able to sit up — say in a lounge chair like the people from the infirmary mentioned. [...]

[...] I really meant, of course, that I’d forget the whole mess in the meantime. [...]

[...] He is only now learning again the knack of consciously directing the body in the way he wants to—at a certain level, for what he is really learning to do is change the directions he has been giving it, for those worked very well.

[...] I really believe, and most of the people in the class do, that there are dimensions of consciousness that are open to us if we only try. [...]

[...] I told him the red maple he’d help plant in the back yard had evidently died but he said it may not really be dead.

Three months later you have had a really bad day. [...]

[...] I’ve probably done this sort of thing myself, but it really bugs me. [...]

[...] No brushstroke is ever really wiped out, however, in this mysterious canvas of our analogy, but remains, further altering all the relationships at its particular level.

[...] Jane was really charged up from the day’s events: She’d received the first six copies of her poetry book Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time, which was just off the press at Prentice-Hall, and during break we discussed that book.

[...] Like some others we’ve seen, he was so locked into his reality that he was really quite unreachable. [...]

When the entire affair really frightens him, he will look for another solution, and it is too bad your institutions of therapy do not help. [...]

[...] If he really trusted it this evening, he would simply have had a change of plan, and held our session tomorrow. [...]

[...] It seems Seth-like, but also really strange. [...]

[...] Really, Ruburt, I’m surprised at you. [...]

[...] I can dissociate myself [from her], but the effort involved is really not worth it. [...]

“I really felt that someone else was here, that Seth was looking out the window,” Rob said, when the session was over. [...]

[...] His abilities are not really that grand. [...]

[...] Sometimes over the years, in my frustration at being unable to find a certain line or passage in a session, or in something Jane or I have written, I’ve ended up thinking that I merely imagined its being: “It doesn’t really exist at all,” I’ve told myself, “so why am I wasting my time looking for it?” Yet once I start hunting, it’s difficult to stop until I’ve exhausted all reasonable chances of finding what I want. [...]

[...] Framework 2 has been a rather fascinating but mainly (underlined) hypothetical framework, in that neither of you have really been able to put it to any perceivable use in your terms. [...]

“You have not really, either of you, been ready to drastically alter your orientations, but you are approaching that threshold. [...]

[...] “I don’t have the guts to really look at my face yet,” she said now. [...]

You cannot really locate or pinpoint microscopic or macroscopic events with any precision. [...]

[...] “He’s really going to town — I can tell,” she said. [...]

I see that expanse of time (that four years and five months), as being really an emotional bridge between Jane’s poem in Note 6 for the 936th session and the two she wrote in March 1977. [...] For I feel now, in connection with the two “new” poems, the same profound sensations I had concerning Jane’s challenges when I wrote in Note 6: “Perhaps it was her poetic art of expression that helped me identify so strongly with her emotions, but I suddenly felt that even I had never really understood the myriad depths of her challenges and her reactions to them.” [...]

(Pause.) In larger terms, there are really only scientific and religious men and women, however, and fields of science and religion would be meaningless without those individuals who believe in their positions. [...]

[...] Through the geese I want to associate Jane’s and my activities with nature rather than technology, for in nature I sense a great, sublime, ultimate peacefulness and creativity that far surpasses technology, can we but ever manage to approach an understanding of what nature really means for us physical creatures. [...]

[...] If life has no meaning, then nothing else really makes any difference, and intellectual curiosity itself also ends up withering on the vine.

“But tonight I had the feeling after the session that it’s a real full one—that I really got to the heart of something,” Jane added. [...]

[...] You can tell yourself that you do, but until you really want to remember, you will not. [...]

([Rachel:] “Then if l really wanted to remember, I would.”)