“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Before Ruburt had the opportunity to turn your machine on, I was here and it was left to me to flip the switch.

My friend Ruburt has told you that you must read everything that you can, and so you should. [...]

[...] My friend Ruburt has asked me to awaken you some morning at approximately three AM.

The dream of which the man spoke to Ruburt had some clairvoyant elements in it, but the time of the woman’s death is not in the immediate (underlined) future.

[...] This is not Ruburt’s overcaution (as we had speculated at break). [...]

[...] However in the long run the routine itself will help develop Ruburt’s abilities further, and a larger number of excellent sessions will take place.

Now and I will close my Ruburt’s eyes, so that no one knows to whom I am speaking. [...]

No one, Ruburt or myself, can have the experiences that you can have with your own consciousness. [...]

[...] Ruburt once said in a poem that truth was not a great bread to be broken among many. [...]

There are definite improvements in the legs themselves, as Ruburt realizes, and in the feet. [...]

[...] Ruburt walked up a few stairs yesterday and today without using a banister. [...]

(Here’s Seth to me in that January session:) You, for example, could have excelled at certain sports, where Ruburt had no such inclinations. [...]

Ruburt’s writing abilities have blossomed because of his psychic experiences. [...]

My condolences to Ruburt, in his attempt to win out over natural forces, and to upset those balances which are so necessary. [...]

[...] For one simple example, Ruburt experienced a valid projection begun from the dream state, some time ago.

Ruburt was in the third form, and he did indeed project beyond your solar system. [...]

(9:27.) Ruburt has had many excellent signs, particularly in his bathroom behavior, this week—as old patterns of posture were broken, and new methods of walking and so forth were tried out. [...]

[...] Ruburt feels the sensations, however. [...]

[...] Let Ruburt forget a book for a change, so that creative ideas of all kinds can surface. [...]

[...] You know that a conscious determination such as Ruburt occasionally shows will get you nowhere. [...]

[...] In such circumstances Ruburt would act as a sort of director, gathering together the subconscious energies of those with you, and making those energies available to any possible entity.

It is good for Ruburt to wear dark clothing, not for any dramatic effect, but again for practical reasons that we will discuss thoroughly at a later date. [...]

[...] Certain houses repel you and Ruburt. [...]

[...] Your daily environment is very important to your work, and to Ruburt. [...]

[...] Ruburt may find himself furnishing the place more formally than another one, yet the open quality of the air is the kind that you do not hide in.

“Ruburt is, as you know, highly creative. [...] Because of Ruburt’s energy and creativity, he has always perfectly mirrored and even somewhat exaggerated the condition of the inner self, its activities and inner postures.”

Ruburt, I understand, was looking for the council. [...]

[...] I came across it recently while looking for some other references he’d made to Jane, or Ruburt. [...]

—about Ruburt, and though you do not remember that you worried, you caused a gaseous stomach. It will help you if before you sleep you remind yourself gently that you can indeed be free of worry during the night, and then indeed you can sleep peacefully, knowing that Ruburt is being healed even as you sleep. [...]

Ruburt once wrote a poem about a nail on a window sill. [...]

[...] I may or may not return, again according to those rhythms of which I speak, et cetera, but I do indeed accelerate those coordinates that quicken Ruburt’s healing processes. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s own condition is indeed improving and accelerating, as I have mentioned in the latest sessions. [...]

(Long pause.) I cannot stress the fact of Ruburt’s attitude toward the medical profession during and immediately following his hospital stay. [...]

[...] The two books that Ruburt (Jane) usually suggests should be read and used by her. [...]

The two books that Ruburt usually suggests are definitely recommended, and should be seriously followed as far as the family is concerned. [...]

(9:59.) Do not forget the resolutions, either of you, and for Ruburt the point of power. [...]

[...] I came in halfway on an interesting little experiment that Ruburt tried on his own, and you can thank me that he came out of it so well. Really, Ruburt, I’m surprised at you. [...]

Ruburt, you should cease smoking. [...] I suggest — only to give Ruburt’s much maligned vocal cords a rest — that you take a break for a few minutes.

As for the writing, it was by an unorganized, unformed, possible personality of Ruburt’s that merely took the opportunity to show itself and supercede the strong hand that has always dominated it. [...]

[...] If your hand is working as quickly as Ruburt’s mouth, you must be exhausted. [...]

[...] And if Ruburt’s voice sounds rather dreary in this transitional phase, I myself am in a very playful, you might say, frisky mood. [...]

[...] About the voice, Seth said: “Ruburt’s voice is an experiment. [...]

After eight o’clock on the night of a session, Ruburt should take steps so that he is not concerned over the question of whether or not particular visitors will arrive. [...]

[...] It is Ruburt who constantly, and oftentimes bull-headedly, blocks what I have to say.

Ruburt I believe once wrote a poem in which he stated, much more poetically indeed, that pain was deeper than a lake or a river; and this type of depth is that to which I refer here. [...]

[...] Those analogies may lead you or Ruburt, or a few others, to a more advantageous vantage point, so that certain leaps become possible—but those leaps, you see, are not just leaps of intellect but of will and intuition alike, fused and focused.

Ruburt glimpsed some of the principles involved when you were at [your downtown apartments] on several occasions—once when he tried to write a poem about the comprehensions that simply would not be verbalized.² I do not know how to explain some of this, but in your terms there is (underlined) light within (underlined) darkness. [...]

[...] That light, however, is literally everywhere at once, and it is a “knowing light,” as Ruburt’s [William] James perceived.³

[...] And if this were not the case, then I would not be speaking here for I am not Ruburt’s past self. [...]

[...] Each personality, therefore, is its own man or, if Ruburt will forgive me, is its own woman. [...]

[...] I am no poet but then thinking of one of Ruburt’s poems, then think of the brain, indeed, as a web you form about the inner self. [...]