“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It also happens with the audio tapes from Jane’s ESP class, as she speaks for Seth, or as herself in exchanges with students, or as she speaks and sings in her trance language, Sumari. [...]

(Notes: On December 2 we were visited by a group of Jane’s students from NYC – Richie, Ricky, Sheri, Jerry, Jeff, Van Zandt, etc. [...]

[...] It’s still working as I type this, on a class night; one of Jane’s students bought another portrait. [...] Even as I write this paragraph, another student asked the price on a still life I painted a couple of years ago....)

(In answer to a question from a student:) A beloved trap is one that you set for yourself. [...]

[...] Two new gals—one a student, stopped in to see if they could get the catheter already in place working again. [...]

It is therefore no coincidence that Richard was a student of Nebene’s, and the material on the reincarnational aspects (that Jane gave in ESP class last night) is quite correct. [...]

[...] Nebene’s students are also coming back to say hello—

[...] (A very acute pair of points.) Hence the fact that his students remain students as a rule, and not personal friends. [...]

(Fortunately, class member Sue Watkins managed to tape all but the first few paragraphs of the session, but even the sense of those was taken down in longhand by another student while Sue got our recorder going. [...]

2. I’ve given fictitious names to Jane’s students, “Alex” and “Warren.”

[...] (On class night we eat supper by 6:00; students often begin to arrive by 7:15, although class doesn’t begin until 8:00.) So what happened? [...]

(I was in for a surprise as the students discussed Seth’s remarks. [...]

[...] A student I’ll call Mary told me about just having met a black woman [in a most prosaic night-school class] who looked “exactly like” my drawing of Maumee,¹⁴ the woman in my Jamaica experience of three weeks ago. [...]

[...] There is a growing acceptance on the part of the whole personality now; as he sees these abilities help others, his students for example, he grows to trust them more.

[...] A classroom that you visit in the dream state, and that is quite as real as the physical room that you visit once each week, and in that existence there are other students, and they are all portions of your own realities. [...]

[...] The development of which I spoke involved two students who are not now so involved. [...]

[...] Jane then came out of trance and instructed the students to stand in various areas of the room, in answer to significant feelings she had about these positions. [...]

(In ESP class for April 16, a student asked Seth to comment on “the differences between the male and female [human beings] as we understand them.” [...]

[...] Claire and Carl are young college students, and were home for Thanksgiving vacation. [...]

[...] The table, the one usually used and belonging to Ruth Klebert, one of Jane’s ESP students, had been repaired less than a week ago by me; it had been damaged to the extent of losing a couple of its three legs by its violent movements in a recent ESP class.

(In ESP class last night Jane told all of her loyal students, some of whom have been with her almost from the time she began holding such meetings in the summer of 1967, that class was suspended until we’d moved into the hill house and settled down a bit — however long that might take.

Not long after we moved into the hill house (in March) our new acquaintance and next door neighbor to the east, Frank Corio, told us he knows Louise Akins; she was one of the first students to attend Jane’s ESP class, in September 1967. [...]

[...] The house connection is still unique, however, considering that in the hill house Jane and I found ourselves bracketed east and west by people who knew one of her early students — who had in turn mentioned Jane to them. [...]

[...] No sooner had Jane spoken Seth’s greeting than a student nurse came in to take her temperature, at 101.2. “Shit,” Jane said. [...]

[...] It will help you all to get out of yourselves to some extent and for the following week for regular students there is something that I want you to do, and it is this. [...]

Remind him of his kindnesses to your apartment-house neighbor, Miss Callahan, to his many students, and of his love for you. [...]

[...] She’d gone to hydro, and hadn’t fared too well: new people, students, had helped position her, and hadn’t done it right. [...]