“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A negative thought gains in power to the extent that you fear it, and you had better underline that whole sentence. [...]

[...] (Here the pace was too fast for a couple of sentences. [...]

[...] Once she’d spoken a few unintelligible sentences while doing so. [...]

[...] Now you do not properly listen to what I say and if the proofreaders were reading that sentence they would change it to “you do not listen properly to what I say,” but I mean you do not properly listen and there is indeed a difference. [...] And if you will forgive me, we are giving you one quick boot and we will leave the sentence there so that you will not be able to use language as a hiding place any longer. [...]

(4:56 p.m. Jane said that as soon as she gave the last sentence from Seth she thought the title of the book would be The Way Toward Health. [...]

(Pause.) Your father’s sentence—the paper-bag reference—was one he actually made in his own mind, in the life that you actually knew him in, and he considered that sons rather than daughters represented his one physical triumph —that is, he believed sons preferable, and they alone compensated for a working man’s life—a life he felt did not befit him. [...]

[...] One of its oddities is that a sentence often ends on an upbeat note, instead of the voice dropping at the end as is usual. This effect still fools me at times, for a sentence will have ended whereas I think Jane has only paused briefly in the midst of one.

(Jane ended the above sentence most vigorously. [...]

[...] I couldn’t even get my full meaning through on that sentence.

[...] Underline that whole last sentence.

[...] Simple sentence structure—childlike. [...]

[...] “I don’t know what he meant by the “Let us continue,” but that’s the last sentence I got. [...]

[...] She had been well dissociated, she said, going into a deep trance after the first sentence or two. [...]

[...] She was well dissociated, she said, and for some minutes after the session ended remembered only the last sentence she had delivered. [...]

[...] [As I wrote this down, in the second sentence with the * I found myself substituting Rob’s name, no, Walt’s name for Rob’s. Maybe something happened to Walt? Notice the correction in last sentence—there wasn’t any sense of danger; sorrow after an event? [...]

(While delivering the above sentence, Jane took several long pauses as she paced about. [...]

[...] In that sentence, scratch out “dwindling.” [...]

(Re the sentence by Seth about a book for Macmillan Co.: Richard Bach, of Seagull fame, and his editor from Macmillan, Eleanor Friede, are to visit us on Tuesday, September 19, according to a note Jane has received from him.)

[...] You think in sentences, or paragraphs, or perhaps in images. [...]

New sentence: That particular blend of rational thinking with which your society is familiar takes it more or less for granted, then, that man’s identity as a species, and the identity of the individual, is first and foremost connected with the intellect. [...]

New sentence: In your historical past, when man identified his identity with the soul, he actually gave himself greater leeway in terms of psychological mobility, but eventually the concept of the soul as held resulted in a distrust of the intellect. [...]

[...] “Yeah, I’ve got sentences about it in my head. [...]

[...] Occasionally Jane or I may recast a sentence of Seth’s, but this isn’t necessary even once per session. [...]

This was the first time the pointer spelled complete sentences. [...]

[...] At the next session—our fourth with Seth—I heard the words in my head at a faster and faster rate, and not only sentences but whole paragraphs before they were spelled out.

[...] For the first time I began to speak for Seth, continuing the sentences the board had spelled out only a moment before.

The familiarity of speech begins to vanish when you realize that you, yourself, when you begin a sentence do not know precisely how you will end it, or even how you form the words. [...]

[...] She has the laws of the two worlds confused (pause), and it is as if she had use of an entire alphabet, but the letters were not in order, but out of their proper arrangement, so that it was almost impossible to read the sentences, so to speak, that have then resulted. [...]