“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Our lives, I’ve learned, don’t simply proceed nicely and directly from “birth” to “death.” Instead, I see each one of us as traveling a most curious and branching-out or circuitous route, one that is creative in ways that are both known and, I’m sure now, unknown.

Jane died in the hospital at 2:08 a.m. on Wednesday, September 5, 1984, after being there, quite helpless in certain ways, for a year and nine months. It was the third time she’d been hospitalized since February 1982. Since her death many have written to both sympathize and to ask “Why?” She had Seth, didn’t she — for whom she spoke for some 21 years; she also produced six books with him along the way (plus a number of books on her “own”). Why hadn’t Seth gotten her out of her dilemma, turned the magic key in the proper psychic lock? She was only 55 years old when she died. She could have lived for another 20 years, say, and contributed even more to our knowledge, both with Seth and by herself. She could have become world famous had she chosen to go that route.

The inner self is highly capable and follows certain electromagnetic routes which it knows, and avoids other routes. [...]

[...] I seldom take this route in actuality, since this particular light is set to favor the heavy flow of traffic on Lake Street. [...]

[...] Sometimes I drive to work by different routes, for variety. [...]

[...] My self-questioning was particularly intriguing because I could have chosen from a half-dozen routes to work; yet I had picked a course that enabled me to act out the dream of the night before, while not being consciously aware of the dream.)

“Psychological Time is a natural pathway that was meant to give an easy route of access from the inner world to the outer, and back again, though you do not use it as such. [...]

[...] Kendall leaves main road and takes a country road that parallels Route 14 from Watkins Glen to Horseheads—he guns car. [...]

[...] There are strains connected with the route you have chosen, but at least you have the hopes of accomplishment—and, if you will forgive me —the creative joy of an honest pursuit. [...]

(Long pause.) These attitudes may be reflected in rather simple compulsive actions: the woman who cleans the house endlessly, whether it needs it or not; the man who will follow certain precise, defined routes of activity — driving down certain streets only to work; washing his hands much more frequently than other people; the person who constantly buttons and unbuttons a sweater or vest. [...]

[...] Unconsciously, and at certain levels of consciousness, he figured it was the best route, allowing him spontaneity plus control; in much of this you acquiesced for some time, having grown tired of playing the guardian to his spontaneity.

[...] The species actually took many other routes unknown to you, unrecorded in your history. [...]

(Bill and I tried to pin down the route of the Brotzanin II, and seemed to get a course that included the Azores as first stop, then around the bottom of Africa at the Cape of Good Hope, up the east coast to Madagascar and Zanzibar. [...]

[...] I routed out a number of tall cans of cat food of various brands that had been hidden at the back of the shelf, behind the other stuff. [...]

[...] What happened was that the communications were forced to take another route. [...]

(10:07.) Now: the route you chose was far different than your friend’s. You did not choose a job as a life endeavor, where money would be clearly paid for acts specifically assigned, nor did you choose a route for which there was any conventional role for you to follow.

[...] You cannot justifiably say, then “Had we not taken this route, everything would have been hunky-dory (loudly).” [...]

(Loudly again:) Now: had you not taken this route, you both would have been in far greater difficulties. [...]

[...] A time and a rhythm occurred in which you both knew that therapeutic ventures, started now for many reasons could take quicker route—that is, you sensed upon a new probability. [...]

(9:27.) Visions of an entirely different nature, seemingly saying different things, can still be highly legitimate visions, leading in fact by different routes toward other larger reconciliations. [...]

[...] For now it is sufficient to realize that specific steps, definite alterations, occur as consciousness is shifted from the exterior to the interior reality, and that these changes are not random; that consciousness leaves through a very predictable route to its many destinations. [...]

[...] Yet I come to your reality by a strange route — one that does not involve roads or highways but psychological dramas that wind backward like paths into the “psychological history” of your species. [...]

[...] That is, writing and painting themselves embark you upon uncertain routes. [...]

[...] And all living consciousnesses initially enter your plane of awareness by route of such a mental enclosure.