“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

—and remember, your beliefs are your beliefs about reality. [...]

[...] In your social framework women are afraid of reptiles, and they do not consciously remember dreams involving these. [...] They remember the mammal dreams more easily however because mammals are warmblooded creatures whose reproductive systems bear similarities to your own.

[...] Driving into New York City by tunnel from New Jersey, I remember a long curving tunnel lit by strings of lights. [...]

[...] A large brick two-story building typical of many we remember in the metropolitan New Jersey-New York City area. [...]

(I remembered very little about the bow, yet subjectively I was sure it had been taken from a greeting card of some kind. I work for a greeting card company, but did not remember seeing other ribbons like it there in particular. [...]

(“I don’t even remember doing it.”)

You do not remember what I have told you.

([Bill:] “I remember clearly.”)

[...] Remember the whole sentence.

[...] I was remembering a lot of other such statements by Seth about vacations, etc., none of which accomplished anything that I could remember. I was remembering now what Seth had said earlier in the session about Jane’s attitude toward vacations, chores, etc., being a waste of time since these things took her away from her work.)

[...] Jane could remember none of this data except for the reference to parsley. [...]

[...] The symptoms also serve to say “Remember me. [...]

[...] She remembered little of the material after last break, except that I’d asked a question about Peg.

[...] He can help himself by remembering what I am saying, by exercising gently at such times, and by remembering the miraculous processes within the body that are indeed supporting him.

He is not entirely aware of this as yet, for remember when physical improvements show themselves the inner, causal, change has already occurred.

[...] Seth now spoke about some remarks I had made earlier today, concerning my poor success in remembering my dreams and projections over a period of months now.)

[...] I will therefore leave you, but I remember you, and you shall remember my words. [...]

[...] You read without remembering learning to do so. [...]

[...] Concentrate, remember those feelings of faith, and encourage them in the other.

In between, there were periods of body soreness in one area or another, which he and you handled well, remembering what I said. [...]

Now let us look at yesterday (Sunday) morning, and for background remember the bodybuilders, who purposefully shut out all annoying distractions. [...]

[...] If you are reading this book you are already too old to clearly remember the constant fantasies of your early childhood. [...]

[...] To some extent or another, however, the child in you remembers a certain sense of mastery only half realized, of power nearly grasped, then seemingly lost forever — and a dimension of existence in which dreams quite literally came true. [...]

(“Seth, how many worlds do we remember within?”

[...] For that matter you can hardly remember one idea from one week to another on a conscious deliberate basis. [...]

[...] However you would not recognize me now, though I do indeed remember you. [...]

[...] One of the witnesses may remember, and space is left below for any notes.)

[...] Jane remembered the name of the retired newspaperman who’d written about us in his history of Chemung County — “Burs.”And this triggered my own memory: Tom Byrne.

[...] Jane remembered to tell me that last night two students had watched as an aide checked her catheter and Foley. [...]

(As far as I can remember, this will be the first time that we held two separate sessions during the same day—if one develops now. [...]

[...] In the meantime be aware of the waking and sleeping and remember that (very loudly) the energy that sweeps through this form sweeps also through your own. [...]

[...] He started to yell, throw up his arms, and he was remembering some reincarnational material that was unpleasant. [...] I came out of trance though, telling Rob everything was okay to remember, let it out, and let go. [...]

[...] I told Jane that I didn’t remember reading any ideas like this anywhere.

She did not remember Frank Watts, although he exaggerated to some degree. [...] Frank Watts considered her a friend, attaching more importance than she did to her influence upon his children; but beyond this her present personality has been gently disentangling itself from this plane, and she simply did not remember.

(“Seth, why did Miss Callahan tell us back in early December that she didn’t know, or at least remember, Frank Watts?”