“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I remember writing this poem on one of a series of dreary afternoons in which it seemed that life in general had little meaning.

[...] I remember writing it — half in tears.

Now I remember that spring, recall sitting at my desk writing poetry, caught up in a feeling that nature was betraying us all with its promise of hope and renewal. [...]

Yet that same May, while I was writing the most pessimistic of poetry, I also remember a break in my mood, a quickening of spirit that was reflected in two poems of quite a different nature. [...]

[...] I even remembered reading at various times that when projecting one knows the difference between that state and a dreaming one. [...]

[...] I don’t remember rejoining my physical body. [...]

You should find yourself remembering quite a few such experiences now.

Projections occur of course in the sleep state constantly, whether or not they are remembered. [...]

[...] Nor can you remember dream events — or so it seems — as you do your normal conscious experience. In actual fact you remember consciously only certain highlighted events of your lives, and ordinary details of your days vanish as dreams seem to.

[...] In the laboratory of dreams this information is processed, collected, and finally formed into the dreams that you may or may not remember; dreams that are already translations of other events, shaped into forms that you recognize.

Each dream you remember is quite legitimate in the form in which you recall it, for the information has broken down, so to speak, fitting the contours of your own intents and purposes. [...]

(It will be remembered that these sessions began two years ago through our contacting a personality called Frank Watts, who was superseded by Seth in the fourth session. [...]

[...] The past was seldom what you remember it to be, for you have already rearranged it from the instant of any given occurrence.

[...] Remembering what you now know about the nature of time, you should know that the apparent boundaries between past, present and future are only illusions, caused by the amount of action you can physically perceive. [...]

[...] I am sure that you remember the couple that you saw at York Beach.

[...] Remember the change in focus I spoke of at our last session. [...]

[...] And above all, remember what I have said in the past about self-approval, for when you allow yourselves to disapprove of yourselves, you automatically darken your day and its accomplishments.

[...] Whatever scene you see, remember it. Whatever words you hear, remember those. [...]

Our cousin of Richelieu (Bette) over here should have a meeting with an old friend in the dream state this evening, so remember. [...]

Drive to post office with R. Almost too many improvements to remember; much greater motion right ankle; considerable new motion left foot; left knee looser; also right knee, to lesser degree; head-neck areas and ligaments all definitely loosening; and jaw. [...]

[...] Do you remember them?—

(She remembered Seth talking about my own hassles, and the dreams. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t remember the dream material. [...] “Just think of the number of people who have dreams like that,” I said, “but who either don’t remember them, or pay any attention to them if they do. [...]

[...] Some of you did not even remember that the messages had been given. [...]

[...] Then I remembered having heard this in that same place in the yard a couple of times before while also lying down and being in sort of a psy-time state, and I just began to get some ideas now that this might in some way be related to the discussion.”)

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual for a first delivery, remembering some of the material in a general way. [...]

[...] She drank some water, remarking that as far as she could remember this was the first time she had ever so interrupted a session. [...]

[...] On the day the predictions were made for, we check them against what we can consciously remember of the day’s events. [...]

But remember, all of you, that your reality is structured not in logical terms as you think of logic, but that your most chaotic dream, our redhead over here (Sheila), the most important symbolic episode and experiences that you have that seem so unstructured to you, and you do not understand them; that these have their own inner structure that is intuitive and you understand that structure very well whether or not you consciously admit that recognition. [...]

Now I will let you take a Seth break but remember whether you have been here many times or whether you are here for the evening, you are Sumari. [...]

Now remember what we are trying and simply respond as you feel and do not question and do not intellectualize. [...]

I said, if you remember, that the bull’s problems to some extent were also his own, but I will have something to say to you about what occurred last week at a later date in class. [...]

(As stated before, Jane met Ella twice, both times rather briefly some years ago, and has no idea how much she remembers of the visits subconsciously. [...] I remember Wilbur as a small gentle man who was a tailor and who smoked strong cigars. [...]

[...] The descriptions here tally very closely with my remembered childhood impressions of Aunt Ella, when I saw her most often.

[...] To her the buttons almost seemed to have consciousness, and when she was alone she would take out her boxes of buttons and hold some in her hands, and remember the garments to which they belonged, and when she had worn them, and how the weather had been; and she lived in a present that was deeply colored by the past.

[...] She had saved the buttons from his garments also, and she would say, “Do you remember when you wore this suit, and where we were, and what we did?”

[...] Remember, he did not have your background of physical trust in the body. [...]

[...] I didn’t remember her volunteering three private, or book sessions a week except when I’d occasionally ask her for material for one of us. [...]

[...] And in your dreams, those of you who are able to remember, you will be given instructions as to how to greet them, as to how to use the language without learning declensions. [...]

[...] Now give us a moment and remember do not strain. [...]

(Last night Jane had several revelatory dreams, but on awakening could remember no details. [...]

[...] You must remember that all of these portions of the self exist at once, and that the whole inner self knows them as a part of its own identity. [...]

Ruburt was not meant to remember the episodes consciously, merely to become aware of their existence as a preliminary step. [...]

[...] However, I then remembered something that had happened sometime last week when I had also been trying psychological time, that I had forgotten. [...] I started to get up but remembered the click the switch made when I had turned it off, so, curious, I stayed on the couch and listened. [...]

[...] I remember that upon obtaining the name while in the trance state, I became very anxious that I remember it to write down later. Ironically, upon awakening I discovered that at least momentarily I had forgotten it; but as soon as I began writing this account the name Bonnie Lou came to mind, and I feel that it is correct.

(It will be remembered that Seth has given Philip as the name of John’s entity.)

[...] As I snapped to I was answering it aloud, but cannot remember what I was saying. [...]

(I’d asked her if she could remember trying to write a poem about out-of-body travel when we lived at 458 West Water, in Elmira. [...]

[...] “But that’s all of it I remember.” [...]

She did not remember him … as she taught his children. [...] But beyond this, Miss Cunningham’s present personality has been gently disentangling itself from this plane of reality — and she simply did not remember him.

Remembering how upset I had been about the death of the starlings, Rob asked, “Could you say something about the birds that were killed at the gallery?”

[...] Then I remembered the date given by Seth, so I asked as casually as I could, “When did all this happen?”

[...] Suddenly I remembered the jolt I’d felt at the base of my neck … had I had an attack of some sort? [...]

[...] If we lived before, I thought, and if we can’t remember, then what good does it do? [...]

[...] “Remember what happened last time you tried to contact someone’s deceased relative?” he said. [...]

I nodded, remembering only too well the incident to which Rob referred. [...]

That’s the last thing I remember saying as myself. [...]