“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

([Ned:] “You have to be sensitive, like you say you don’t have to be sad to be happy, but when you’re happy you have to be sensitive enough to realize that someone who is sad, that that is sadness. Therefore, you don’t have to be sad to be happy.”)

([Ned:] “You’re never happy until you have been sad.”)

I did not say that, you did. Sadness does not make you happy automatically. Happiness makes you happy.

(I believe that my own feeling was one of sadness that I wouldn’t be with her, more than anything else in the dream. [...] I thought of Jane but did not see her, and still felt this sadness and concern much more than any fear. [...]

(To the best of my recall I was not very afraid at any time, yet was sad and concerned. [...]

(The two dreams not given but very similar to the three here quoted involved myself and cancer and my survival, and my being separated from Jane again, and strongly aware of sadness and concern.

[...] There is nothing within you that is so terrible or horrible or sad or misshapen that you dare not face. [...]

[...] You may be sad because a relative has died, for example, or because you have lost a job, or because you have been rebuffed by a lover, or for any number of other accepted reasons. [...]

[...] The relative’s feelings might well be mixed, containing portions of relief and sadness, which you might then perceive — but the primary events are subjective.

It is natural to feel upset or sad, or like crying when your body hurts, for whatever reasons. [...]

Then, re-reading some material I was struck by the massive intellect behind it, the real beauty of the material, and sad that I did not really let myself realize it before; indeed that I had allowed myself to be affected by the lesser writings of others; even to the extent that in some late sessions it affected the material. [...]

[...] Jane said she had a peculiar feeling of sadness at the above information. [...]

[...] Now she felt “real weird,” she said, understanding, sad, yet glad also. [...]

[...] I was surprised and in a way sad for her, wondering how she would make out, and what problems the new place would have with her. [...]

[...] I found each poem to be a revelation, stirring sad and questioning wells of emotion. [...]

([Jane:] “It was sort of sad because I thought as I watched you all gravitate, I thought, they look at me as uncritically.”

And now because our cousin of Richelieu over here felt so sad and so despondent, I will leave you with that energy that is, after all, inherently your own. [...]

[...] I felt sad after reading them. [...]

[...] Think of a sad event from your life. [...]

[...] Your own ideas of values can help you achieve good health or bring about disease, can bring into your experience success or failure, happiness or sadness. [...]

(I’d felt sad, staring down at the striped brown, black and white body, and remembered Seth’s material about how both parties in any death share the experience. [...]

(I felt a great sadness when Seth delivered this sentence.)

—sadly, and with a nostalgic remembrance, because you do not believe that Ruburt can change his beliefs enough, and this, you see, is precisely what he fears. [...]

It is, of course, important that both of you keep your spirits as high as possible—yet be understanding with yourselves when you do become blue, and don’t add new guilt on top of the momentary sadness. [...]

[...] I felt fairly hopeful this morning, for example, yet now I feel quite sad again (with a tremolo), and I feel as if I want to express myself—but when I try there is some strange block. [...]

[...] He loves you so deeply that he never wants to admit that you are hurt, bitter or sad. [...]

Now discipline is knowing how to use spontaneity and only the fear of blessed spontaneity brings sadness, for it impedes progress and puts boulders in your path. [...]

The present medical profession is sadly hampered because of its own beliefs. [...]