“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Ruburt’s character analysis never ceases to amaze me. [...] My memory fortunately is much better than Ruburt’s.

[...] Ruburt is so preciously guarding me, and so afraid that what I say may not prove true at all, that he does a beautiful job of blocking me when he gets the chance.

Incidentally, I always—at least recently—preferred a good cigar, and if Ruburt ever follows my advice and gives up cigarettes, a good cigar would suit my fancy.

[...] Ruburt can learn much by observing his young students.

[...] Ruburt thinks of an old photograph of himself, with his dog. [...]

[...] Ruburt thinks of an old photograph of himself, with his dog. [...]

The pendulum sessions should be continued, and you will find many of the answers Ruburt seeks. [...]

Now this man by association reminds Ruburt of Dirksen because the temperamental similarities are fairly evocative. [...]

Now, Joseph, you two are on the right track as far as Ruburt’s symptoms are concerned, and your aid in the pendulum sessions is invaluable.

[...] Also the remark Ruburt made just before the session: he does blame your mother for your illness of several years back, and also for his own.

[...] Ruburt was outraged that having treated you the way they had, they would so humiliate themselves as to beg for your aid, and instead decided that basically they did not feel humiliated but were asking what they considered their just due.

When you were ill and not working part of Ruburt’s money went to them, and he was ashamed at resenting this, and furious at you that you would allow them to do this to him. [...]

Ruburt did well in regenerating his energies these past few days. [...]

I wanted to make a note here, that the tape recorder should work very well as Ruburt plans to use it in connection with collecting dream data.

[...] And incidentally, Ruburt’s experience in psychological time was quite legitimate.

[...] If you are intuitively aware of that miraculous neatness, if you allow yourself to be enveloped within that particular moment point, then the painting will form itself about you in somewhat the same manner that I am formed about Ruburt’s voice. [...]

[...] Ruburt and I are fine.

Ruburt cannot deal with form you see, in painting. [...]

Now: I am, as I have told you often myself, independent of Ruburt. [...] In some respects of course Ruburt’s children are his books. [...]

Ruburt was correct in the insight of a few moments earlier (during break). [...]

Ruburt himself, unconsciously but also to some extent consciously, has been more intrigued with questions concerning consciousness and personality — the role of the ego consciousness, for example — since beginning his novel, Oversoul 7 (in late March, 1972).

(Long pause.) It may be far more pleasant to be good-humored all of the time — but in Ruburt’s situation the fairly infrequent periods of blueness do indeed operate therapeutically, so that he is able to express those feelings through tears, and therefore relieve the body of expressing the same feelings through additional symptoms.

[...] He (as Seth sometimes addresses Jane, because of her male entity name, Ruburt) progresses at a certain rate, for example, and encounters some blockages, due to doubts and fears. [...]

[...] Ruburt is not looking at his own eyes all of the time — so that mysteriousness is somehow taken for granted. [...]

Now as Ruburt said earlier, he (Martin) is a good man and besides that I like him. Now he may not approve of Ruburt’s habits, but then Ruburt does not approve of his, and that is between he and Ruburt. [...]

[...] We intend to make another journey there this evening while Ruburt sleeps. (Ruburt is the entity name Seth has given Jane.)

A few notes here to Ruburt. [...]

Once more, it is extremely important that Ruburt keep his mind on his goals, and not burden his conscious mind by trying to figure out circumstances and conditions that are best handled by the infinite intelligence that is within his own subconscious mind. [...]

It is, again, a good idea to review those portions of our sessions devoted to Ruburt’s condition.

The dream accentuated Ruburt’s determination to achieve normal motion, and his insistence in the dream that he depend upon his own mobility, rather than, say, a vehicle or conveyance. [...]

Now: I am only going to make a showing, because Ruburt wanted to hear from me. [...]

[...] It must have come to your attention that I have mentioned the nature of your love for each other many times—often when you would have preferred some other material —but I do again want to stress it as a vital ingredient in Ruburt’s recovery. [...]

I was not trying to reach Ruburt in her sleep. [...] A woman’s slumber is, after all, a private and sacred thing. Seth said this with a dry sense of humor, then added, See how prim that last sentence would sound without the lively inflection I managed to give to Ruburt’s voice? [...]

Because Ruburt deals in words, it is easy for me to communicate in this way. [...] Its transference is automatic and instantaneous on Ruburt’s part, and is performed through the inner workings of the mind, the inner senses and the brain.

[...] For heaven’s sake, Ruburt, get yourself a match. [...]

Ruburt’s abilities, and your own, will develop as they will. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s abilities are very strong. [...]

[...] Ruburt now thinks of a woman and child, and of a photograph of Marie Tubbs and a baby, in Florida.

Now you acquiesced in our experiment earlier this evening, when Ruburt and you spoke at the [supper] table. Ruburt was telepathically aware of the arrangement, though not at a conscious level. [...] Ruburt was aware of the arrangement for the demonstration, but was also somewhat alarmed at the particular way you would choose to interpret the experience. The smiling portrait was to reassure her — Jane now rather than Ruburt. [...] Ruburt picked it up from Joseph. [...]

(1. As we sat waiting for the session to begin, Jane told me that the face of Joseph, in my oil painting of Ruburt and Joseph,^* smiled down at her from its spot on the living room wall. [...]

[...] It was as though the painting became abruptly alive, although the painted head of Ruburt did not change.

[...] It will be remembered that Jane’s entity name is Ruburt, and that Seth refers to Ruburt as “he”; our interpretation of this being that Jane’s entity is male-oriented in the overall sense. [...]

[...] However we took valuable time out in order to put our Ruburt in line, and so we are somewhat behind.

I am very pleased, for I opened Ruburt’s eyes earlier, and our Jesuit missed it. [...]

[...] We shall indeed discuss Ruburt’s dream in good time, when he is not expecting it. [...]

[...] This is not the disagreement that Dr. Instream spoke of to you and Ruburt when you met. [...]

The letter referred to the original note of the girl’s marriage, which Joseph didn’t meet, with your approval, incidentally; nor for that matter with Ruburt’s.

[...] Ruburt now, again, is experiencing massiveness, as in your idea of probabilities the cellular structure feels its vast endurance. [...] That network is unpredictable, yet from it Ruburt can predictably put ashes into that shell. [...]

— and Ruburt is correct, so give us a moment …

It is not so much a matter of Ruburt’s vocabulary, incidentally, since even a specialized scientific one would only present these ideas in its own distorted fashion. [...]

[...] This is Ruburt’s connection now: An impression of forgiveness; that is his impression. [...]

(“…Ruburt’s connection now: An impression of forgiveness…” We believe this refers to the recent death of a priest whom Jane knew as a child. [...]

[...] As a rule I make no attempt to take over the mechanism that Ruburt operates in any general manner.

[...] She shows them in an exaggerated fashion for you to look at and so when she speaks, she speaks not only for herself, but for everyone in this room including Ruburt. And now after that jolly little statement, I will let Ruburt hand out last week’s session. [...]

[...] I am not telling you this, as Ruburt would say, to put you down. [...]

Now our friend, poetic Ruburt, wrote a poem about the Gods in the Rafters that I enjoyed, although poetry has never been one of my particular joys. [...]