“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’m not getting this clear but the feeling was like you’re supposed to demonstrate truth through your life and my symptoms sort of were the opposite, or indicated the opposite; not only didn’t I heal others but not even myself. [...]

[...] Actually in our inner universe … growth exists in terms of the value or quality expansion of which I have spoken, and does not — I repeat— does not imply any sort of space expansion. Nor does it imply, as growth does in your camouflage universe, a sort of projection into time.

3) tall man with grey hair…sort of prickly.

[...] “You don’t have to put this down, but I sort of get mad at Seth when I don’t feel good. [...]

Ruburt held back from the recognition of desire, physical desire, for many reasons, and subconsciously now that he has begun listening to his inner feelings, he has been using this as a sort of test case.

[...] I had not meant particularly to hold so many sessions without giving you some sort of vacation.

I should certainly get a present of some sort, or perhaps I should give you one. [...]

[...] The events having to do with a doctor of some sort.

We shall, then, take a very brief break for Ruburt’s benefit, since I always give him one after this sort of material.

[...] I should suggest however a good night’s sleep, and I should suggest specifically that you give yourself the same sort of suggestion that Ruburt gave to himself before retiring.

The various levels of the self possess this sort of reality. [...]

The sort of things with which we are involved then often imply an interruption of action of this kind, and a translation or transformation of data from one range of electromagnetic energy to another. [...]

[...] This sort of thing will almost always occur without Ruburt’s conscious knowledge for a long time to come. [...]

[...] A nice old man, sort of a kindly bum, came by and told me father had made it two hours before his death so that I’d have some inheritance; and the old man might have had a key that worked it; I’m not sure; but there was something about a key.... [...]

Generally speaking the same sort of developments are taking place in you also, Joseph, but because of the peculiar and significant balances that exist between Ruburt and myself these developments are perhaps of a somewhat different nature as far as he is concerned.

We are indeed reaching a sort of breakthrough which will be most auspicious. [...]

[...] When the experiments began any sort of interruption as far as the envelopes were concerned resulted in a letdown in the next few experiments.

[...] Jane explained that our own experiments call up a chain of personal associations which she must sort out in reciting the data. [...]

[...] Data is sorted out, arranged and rearranged, as if associations were tabulated and retabulated under a million different headings.

Using such “a psychic computer,” information was sorted and resorted, probabilities examined, some discarded because the conditions were not apropos. [...]

(10:19.) This sort of thing happens frequently with Miss Dineen, and consciously she is drawn toward areas of town, for example, in which certain individuals are shopping or strolling, so that while she visits few fashionable establishments, she enjoys a series of seemingly unrelated, pleasant encounters with strangers.

Later, for the book, I will use this sort of explanation to show for example how various groups of people, planning say a vacation to one spot, will all choose two or three airplanes for the journey—knowing unconsciously quite well that one very well might crash, even though the final decision is not made until the last moment.

A tie-up of sorts this evening, in which Dr. Instream was involved. [...]

[...] Something about us not taking vacations….and even not wanting to rest between mental creative projects; that Rob had his stomach troubles when he needed a rest....a vacation of some sort could have prevented that....but since we prefer to do things differently, we should frequently arrange changes in our lives....that we control....changes in the house, routine, hours....or even a week off to do the house or yard or whatever.... [...]

(We should consider such changes as a part of our working life, to provide refreshment; otherwise we just stew because we’re not “creative or working” or whatever....even furniture rearranging or changing whole rooms to different functions can be considered a vacation of a sort, and while I’ve always felt guilty at involving Rob in changing furniture—but do, anyhow. [...]

[...] So even in that state of deep relaxation, in which I could move only with effort and concentration, I learned something that I fully realized at the time: Even though I was far out on a “trip” of some sort, I could still feel pain. [...]

[...] I noticed more signs of the same sort of relaxation before tonight’s session was due, and wondered if I could focus upon Seth clearly enough, or write fast enough. [...]

Your reluctance to buy a home with actually adequate privacy but without large acreage stems from a sort of self spite. [...]

[...] You will find that a very small pond arrangement, of the artificial purchased sort, a basin arrangement where water drips through rocks, behind the glass windows in the rear, here with a very simple grouping of rocks and flowers, would serve you to great benefit: as a place of inner contemplation, in which the inner senses would greatly expand their reach.

[...] Not for a sacred grove, and yet for a simple setting within the outdoor nature that would serve you very well for a different sort of inner sense development than you usually achieve indoors.

[...] It is indeed a communion of sorts.

[...] He seemed to be so taken with the Seth material that he’d stopped reading everything else, he said, yet when I said he shouldn’t do that, he said he read widely of other material — that sort of thing. [...]

[...] I began sorting mail. [...]

I’ve said that the dream world has its own sort of form and permanence. [...]

[...] It took place where time is not as you know it… in the same sort of time in which a dream takes place. [...]

[...] Electricity, as you perceive it, is merely an echo emanation or a sort of shadow image of these infinite varieties of pulsation which give actuality to many phenomena with which you are familiar, but which do not appear as tangible objects within the physical field. [...]

[...] This involves a quickening of experience and action that are relatively unhampered by the sort of time necessities inherent within the physical universe. [...]

(4:34 p.m. “I felt that was sort of slow,” Jane said.

(Over the weekend I had devoted some time to trying to sort out the contradictory Frank Watts material given by FW in the first two sessions. [...]

Had I attempted myself to contact Ruburt then, the contact would have amounted to a sort of psychic invasion, which I would find most unethical on my part.

You both suspected all sorts of tricky subconscious motives on Ruburt’s part. [...]

[...] The entire inner universe is far more varied, more complicated, than your physical universe, yet it could be conceived of as the same sort of universe with certain substitutions being made.

[...] And for a reason too difficult now to explain, intensity, while having a certain sort of mass that is not matter, of course, does not have anything like your idea of size.

John made a remark to the effect that he would like some sort of proof of Seth’s existence. [...]

[...] The girl, Donna Taylor, said she thought we might be in trouble of some sort. [...]