“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane began speaking while seated. [...]

[...] My two brothers, Loren and Dick, and I were in a room something like a courtroom, seated behind a long low polished dark-colored table. [...]

[...] When I took my seat at our table in the living room just before 9 PM Jane told me she had felt surprisingly nervous at my absence so close to the session; hence her calling to me. [...]

[...] Her conflict can be easily seen, then, manifesting between that idea and her deep-seated need for protection.

[...] In occult science it’s been connected with the pineal body, or gland, that mysterious member of the endocrine system is buried deep within the brain, and through the centuries has been considered by many — including the French philosopher and mathematician, René Descartes (1596–1650) — to be the seat of the soul.

[...] Unless the depression is very deep-seated, it will be broken or greatly weakened when you awaken.

[...] She remained seated. [...]

There followed many sessions, both regular and private (or deleted, as we sometimes call them), in which Seth discussed Frameworks 1 and 2. As can happen when we’re consciously too close to a deep-seated situation, some little time passed before Jane and I realized the obvious: It wasn’t that we were unable to tune into Framework 2, say, for help in effecting a healing for her in the joint reality we’d created in Framework 1—but that in physical reality we were drawing from Framework 2 exactly what we wanted to, even if often on unconscious or unwitting levels. [...]

[...] There was only one small problem: She couldn’t tolerate sitting on the bare wooden seat for more than a few minutes at a time. So while she slept late the next morning, I rebuilt the chair by myself and padded its seat. [...]

[...] One personal example: for many years I carried a beat-up old paperback edition of James’s The Varieties of Religious Experience beside me on the front seat of my old Ford Taurus. [...]

[...] Both voices could make my ears ring, conjuring up deep-seated wordless emotions that usually lay unsuspected within the psyche. [...]

[...] He went back to his studio and I closed my eyes trying to visualize my [psychic] library;⁹ nothing, I tried again and just as suddenly I saw a woman seated opposite me [at] the living room table.”

[...] The ego does not disappear, however; it merely takes a back seat in some respects, as your own subconscious does during physical existence. [...]