“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I guess the question I’m asking is: am I really more interested in the certain possibilities of status, and that would not be the positive way of looking at things... [...]

[...] We will get you used to the idea of foreign lands and then we will teach you to travel into lands that are really foreign.... [...]

[...] It is what we are able to do through it, that we should really be aiming at. [...]

([Theodore: ]“But the point is—I guess the question I’m asking is: Am I really more interested in the certain possibilities of status, and that would not be the positive way of looking at things—or should I be seeing that man within a framework of, just as we were talking about health as just being a stepping stone, should I be seeing this man with a viewpoint towards what this can mean for helping other people be part of a constructive arrangement?”)

[...] We will get you used to the idea of foreign lands and then we will teach you to travel into lands that are really foreign—and we will give you an idea of the vocabulary used—and it will not be as simple as “good morning” and “good evening” or “where can I find a can of beans?”

[...] It is what we are able to do through it, that we should really be aiming at.”

(I didn’t really understand her answer to my question, but she didn’t seem up to me pressing the point, so I let it go. [...]

[...] I cannot really explain what she said; it was too rapid and varied, and I had no notebook handy. [...]

[...] She got mad at me briefly just now when I demanded to know if I would really get a session tonight: “Bob, I’m trying as hard as I can. [...]

[...] Ordinarily the crying would hurt me, but now, this time, I really wanted her to let it come through. [...]

(I didn’t really know what to do for her. [...]

[...] I reminded myself often of the physician within etc; and “talked” to the “divine parent of my being”—and tried to keep my spirits up though now and then I’d really get scared. [...]

These particular events began Friday though now Monday afternoon I’ve nearly forgotten what Friday was really like. [...]

I hemmed and hawed, decided after talking with Rob that I really didn’t want to do any shows at all, so I wrote one letter so informing Prentice. [...]

([Gene]: “But as he really is, would he not agree?”)

[...] Those who are really heard have no need for words. [...]

[...] Do we really have to play complicated games, and if so, why?”)

[...] We have been chasing a point—you and I—and it is my feeling that at the level at which we have been chasing it, it is not possible for me to really understand the point and moreover that at the level at which I should like to understand the point, there is indeed nothing to discuss. [...]

[...] I really don’t feel like doing it, though....” [...]

[...] I didn’t realize that when Fred’s Seth told me Fred was getting cold, he really meant it. [...]

[...] I didn’t open it, and still haven’t. When I asked him where he was really from, he said Denver, and that his address was inside the package. [...]

[...] I had instant visions of him wandering away, not really meaning to, but perhaps getting lost—and wearing my best coat. [...]

[...] But no boundaries really close a system, and within any set, any given set of coordinates, there will be others. [...]

[...] These communications, in your terms, quite simply act as boundaries, though the boundaries as you know do not really exist.

(Jane said she doesn’t really know how to begin the sessions lately. [...]

[...] You have never really examined your beliefs seriously concerning your objective physical surroundings, and your psychic attitudes. [...]

(“Later when I took a brief nap I mentally imagined myself beating the black-haired dog—and my mental right arm really went bang, bang, bang, banging wooden blocks on the dog’s head really fast, and for a minute I couldn’t stop it. [...]

[...] Our discussion about the Gallaghers not liking animals—really not liking them, was the exterior part of the dream (of March 31, involving the dogs). [...]

[...] It was really funny,” she laughed. [...]

Once my interest was aroused, I was really determined to find out where I went and what I did in my dreams. In one study of eight hundred of my own dreams, I was really surprised to find that only seventy of them took place in my old hometown, and even here, as a rule, the action involved the present rather than the past. [...]

[...] When we began, neither Rob nor I really suspected that there was a separate dream dimension in which dreams happened. [...]

This method is really easy and workable — but it can be sabotaged. [...]

[...] “Maybe you really don’t want to remember any,” I said.

[...] Your vacation will help, and you should really be carefree and relax if possible as children do.

[...] Identity is not really lost though you may seem to forget yourself, but the props of identity are lost. [...]

[...] A somewhat similar loss of the props can also be achieved by partial immersion in an idea with which you are already familiar, as a stepping stone; and this is really what contemplation is.

[...] At the same time, by session time she was quite upset and irritable—appalled, really—at the content of some of the letters she’d read—this, we agreed, because we usually would focus more on the one negative letter compared to the ten positive ones—and by far most of them were very positive, friendly, sometimes even adulatory. [...]

[...] They write to you, or to me, but the questions are really addressed to the universe via this address.

[...] Most correspondents do not really expect you or me to solve their problems for them—but the hope is there that somehow the problems can be solved, and that the problems themselves are important.

[...] I really felt that someone else was settling down inside my body, getting used to moving it about and glowing with satisfaction at the achievement.

As the give and take between Rob and Seth continued, Rob got used to the voice and really enjoyed himself, there being no doubt in his mind now that Seth was Seth, someone entirely different and independent.

[...] On occasion there is the sense of really tremendous power behind the voice; and my own voice is never strained. [...]

[...] We didn’t really come to any overall decision, but I think that I was driven by the need to make all of this intellectually or academically legitimate. [...]

[...] Framework 2² 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. [...]

Assembly-line time does not really value time — only as time can be used for definite prescribed purposes. [...]

[...] What he needed to do was really relax, not prove that he could or should or must immediately begin another book. [...]

[...] But now, [as then] when I asked how she could perceive a subjective stream of information from Seth while giving book dictation for him, she couldn’t really say. [...]

[...] Really.”)

[...] What the child is really saying is, “I love you so. [...]

[...] But even at these deeper levels, hate is not justified, since an honest confrontation with it will lead the individual back to the love upon which it is really based.

[...] You will have to forgive me but I am not really irritated, dear friends, with this desire for demonstrations. [...] Your friend however really would have intruded, in a bumbling but quite domineering manner, had I so allowed him. [...]

Had I materialized my creature from outer space—I believe that is a current term, scoffed at and ridiculed—however, if I had materialized this image you would have really opened your eyes. [...]

[...] Consciously he had no intention of trying to dominate the session, but underneath he really wanted so much, and I don’t know him very well. [...]

[...] She tried to describe an image she’d had just before Seth began speaking, while saying it couldn’t really be put into words: “I saw… a field of something like stars. [...] Yet really the idea’s right here,” she said, nodding toward her cupped hands, which she held just below her chin.

[...] “I feel as though not much time has really passed since Seth started the book. [...]

[...] The description of her death really struck me. It was so stark and undramatic that it really rang a bell. [...]

[...] “He really has your interest.”

[...] I can even feel reverberations beneath everyday activities, like clues that I only sense but still can’t really perceive. [...]

I was really quite tired, yet after the session, I was astonished to discover that Seth had dictated an excellent exposition on the physical senses and had begun a description of the inner ones. [...]