“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You have been through the same kind of encounters, however, enmeshed in them like anyone else, so you have no right to feel superior. [...]

[...] Saying that, I am not robbing the intellect of its right to congratulate itself upon that technology.

[...] Currently the two are arguing over territorial rights concerning a waterway between them that flows into the Persian Gulf; Iran and Iraq have exchanged border clashes for several months now, and each country has threatened heavier military action against the other.

[...] Do not question, “Is this right? [...]

[...] Perhaps Seth likes some of those other versions of ourselves more than he does us. ( I didn’t ask him if I was right, though.) It might even be that his favorite Jane inhabits one probable reality, his favorite Rob another. [...]

[...] (A simile I often think of here compares Eastern and Western life and thought with the right and left hemispheres of the brain; they’re separate, yet united; each half performs functions that complement and to some extent overlap those of the other, and together they operate as a whole.) But we dislike the idea of nirvana in Buddhism and Hinduism, which calls for the extinction or blowing out of individual consciousness, and its absorption into a supreme spirit, usually after a series of lives. [...]

[...] Yet I step out of my Jane-self in some indescribable way, and step right back into it when the session is over. [...]

[...] Jane came right out of an excellent trance. [...]

[...] You will think “I will say my piece and it will serve them right.” [...]

I am going to try to help you enlarge that focus, and I know that the time is right. [...]

[...] And, as she just wrote for me, on April 3, 1976, “I always feel an odd, right, somehow sturdy satisfaction, as if someone should be up to watch the day come; and it’s me.”

2. Seth is certainly right when he says that “senility is a mental and physical epidemic,” considering the many millions of people who have suffered — and perished — from it in the past. [...]

[...] She still planned to leave up to me the detailed, even painstaking work that she doesn’t care for: the endless checking and rechecking of dates and events in order to get each note just right. [...]

[...] She began the reading all right but soon felt a sense of strain. [...]

He was right, of course. [...]

[...] Without opening her eyes, she reached out with her right hand to take the sealed 40th envelope from me. [...]

[...] The idea being simply to offer Seth encouragement when he was right, or close, or to ask a question at the moment to develop a bit of data further. [...]

[...] It is all right to disappear, even to relate or for a moment’s peace but not as an escape hatch. [...]

[...] Also I am legitimate enough and independent enough in my own right.

[...] I don’t know, but I don’t feel good about it right now.” [...]

(“All right.”