“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The so-called stream of consciousness is simply that — one small stream of thoughts, images, and impressions — that is part of a much deeper river of consciousness that represents your own far greater existence and experience. [...]

[...] You may at times for example, hear words, or see images that appear out of context with your own thoughts. [...]

Some of these may involve the thoughts of what you would call a reincarnational self, focused in another period of history as you know it. [...]

[...] It was very astute, I thought. [...]

[...] In view of earlier material I remembered, I thought the 67th- year information was a distortion, and that such a distortion was natural enough when one talked about one’s own passing. I also thought that all such predictions, whether favorable or not, depended upon probabilities, in line with the latest material we have been getting. [...]

(Before the session, Bill G. told Jane he thought she possessed healing ability—to her surprise. [...]

[...] So you become parents of thoughts and feelings that can help to transform your world. [...]

[...] To some extent Ruburt held back physically, not wanting to bother you while he thought you were concentrating upon the diagrams and drawings. [...]

[...] Through your own thoughts you direct the body’s expression, and it can be of health or of illness. [...]

[...] As you learn to use your thoughts, or even as they naturally change, resulting alterations take place within the cells. [...]

[...] It is true that the old interactions between an associative pattern of thought and its habitual action may be broken down, but it is also true that the inner-ordered structure has been shocked psychically and biologically.

[...] Consciously he thought the light must have been caused by lightning, even while he knew with another portion of himself that that was not the case.

[...] Since it was lying unobtrusively among my things on a shelf I thought Jane had not been aware of it. She later confirmed this, saying she thought I had thrown it out at the time we removed it.

[...] I thought such an old object might have some interesting impressions attached to it. [...]

[...] Jane said she had also thought of it. [...]

No physical matter is without this electromagnetic reality, and no thought exists which does not exist within this reality. [...]

[...] Last night, we had reminders that a natural rhythmic cycle was completing itself six months later: As we retired I thought I heard the barking of geese migrating north, although Jane didn’t. I woke up around four a.m., though, and heard a flight clearly in the silent hour. [...]

[...] I thought she might not want to go back into trance tonight, but at 9:30 she said she was ready. [...]

Man is so highly verbal that he finds it difficult to understand that other species work with idea-complexes (with a hyphen) of a different kind, in which of course thought as you consider it is not involved. [...]

Such “thinking” exists, using the analogy, within the framework of instinct, whereas your own verbalized thoughts can also intrude outside of that framework. [...]

[...] In all the visitors we’ve had, this one went the furthest, I thought, to the point I’d often wondered about: actually calling the police for help in handling someone. [...] Call the State Police, I thought. [...]

[...] I thought the visitor would be a neighbor. [...]

[...] Jane could not deal with him, I thought, although he showed no signs of violence. [...]

[...] Even in his drastic situation, I thought at the time, our society in some fashion had a way to take care of him, hopefully. [...]

Now when I said in the last class session that I preferred, if you must project your thoughts and images upon me that, instead of thinking of me as a wise old man, you thought of me as a lark in the morning, I meant because I am such an old bird. [...]

You have been much given to thoughts of death this evening. [...]

[...] Every thought that you have now changes reality. [...]

[...] I just wasn’t sure if I had misunderstood that you had said this set of circumstances had been decided by a previous personality, in our terms, and I thought you had probably meant by the whole self.”)

[...] The feeling also in your early past you had thought of escaping, looked in that direction and found structures. [...] The structures also represented neat pyramids of thought that were bright, shiny, smooth and prefabricated in a way. [...]

[...] But Ruburt did not want to add his ideas to this discussion, he wanted to find out what you thought, and so I should, by rights, not add mine. [...]

[...] You could not be burdened if you thought them through with these deep questions of criticism for they could send you back to a rigid attitude. [...]

[...] At this point it is reflected in all the areas of your life and I thought you should be aware of it. [...]

(Pause at 10:01.) Like many, however, he was brought up to believe that the intellect’s function was mainly to dissect, criticize, and analyze, rather than for instance to creatively unite and build, colon: and analysis was thought of as separating the elements of a concept rather than restricting original concepts. New concepts were thought of as intuitional or psychic, as opposed to the conventional duties of the intellect, so the two seemed separate. [...] This actually provided an excellent transitory working method, for what he thought of as intuitions would instantly come up with a new psychic construct in answer to what he thought of as intellectual scrutiny and skepticism. [...]

[...] I thought: ‘I’m being filled to the brim’; and for a moment I wondered if I’d been fitted with a spectacular new pair of glasses. [...]

[...] Given Seth’s concept of simultaneous time, I thought I might have glimpsed another existence — whether a reincarnational one or a probable one — that I was living now.

This afternoon, Monday, I decided upon a nap once again, and once again I was aware of myself as the Roman officer; at least I thought I was that individual. [...]

[...] “Boy, if it’s still here, I’ve had it,” I thought. [...] I thought of waking Rob to tell him, but decided not to interrupt his sleep.

[...] So I got up, drank a glass of milk, and thought of all the things I should have done—like saying grandly: “Get thou behind me, Satan,” or some such. The least I could have done, I thought, was bite back.

[...] All these thoughts went scurrying through my mind as I tried to fight this thing off. [...]

[...] This time I thought, “To hell with not panicking,” and I started to yell my head off. [...]

[...] In one man’s mind he has seen your image however, and there is some telepathic communication operating both ways, but both of you accept the thoughts as your own.

[...] I now knew which two Seth referred to; strangely enough, I hadn’t thought of them as being of the same personality at all. [...]

[...] In one way she forces him to stay when he would retire, and when her thoughts are not strongly with him he will attempt to escape further.

[...] But he still feels arousement at her thoughts of him as well as her visits.

In your society, it is generally thought that a person must have a decent livelihood, a family or other close relationships, good health, and a sense of belonging if the individual is to be at all productive, happy, or content.

[...] Disastrous events thought to originate in a god’s wrath could at least be understood in that context, but many of you live in a subjective world in which the events of your lives appear to have no particular reason — or indeed sometimes seem to happen in direct opposition to your wishes….

[...] The thought had crossed my mind that by deliberately waving the card at her from my second-floor studio window, I could almost make that part of that dream come true.

(It wasn’t until I was typing up these notes at 9 PM on the same day, that Jane realized she could have been in at least a light trance while giving the material; at first she thought she had not been, but then realized she retained only a hazy idea of the material’s content—just that it was optimistic. [...]

[...] This must be a rest day, I thought, willing to let it go at that. [...]

[...] The situation reminded me of my wife’s strong secretive streak in her makeup—one much like mine, I thought. [...]

[...] It was another sign of the body’s willingness to move at any time, I thought.

[...] At one time here she thought she was only four years old. [...]

[...] Then I thought that anyway, I could have a kitten here. [...]

[...] I doubt if my wife thought the comparison was humorous.

[...] She felt a rather light sense of strain from the weekly routine, she said, and thought the change would be revitalizing. We thought it would be possible also to recoup on the Instream objects.

[...] The stage had been set through conversation and the use of the tape, and I thought Seth made his appearance with the subconscious permission of Jane and me. [...]

[...] How cruel we could be to ourselves, I thought, and this reminded me of my old questions about why the body consciousness itself didn’t just rebel at times and refuse to let itself be so beaten down by erroneous beliefs. [...]

[...] The implications took my breath away, and I became depressed with thoughts that I didn’t see how she was ever going to make it, ever going to break that cycle of fearful response to the world and her place in it, her fear of being attacked, of life itself. [...]

[...] The girl told me that one of the checks I’d deposited for Jane’s hospital fund wasn’t for $1000, as we’d both thought — but was instead for $1 million. [...]

[...] Nor do I. Perhaps, even knowing Jane’s unique creative abilities as well as we do, we’re each somewhat daunted by the thought that consciously we might not be able to concentrate enough on two such projects at once. [...]

Illness and Neurological Prejudice
Thoughts and beliefs as stimulating and directing probable cell reactions.

[...] She’d written the dreams down, as usual, while wondering about their significance without being able to explain them: “But this material doesn’t go into Adventures,” she noted after one of the dreams, since she’d thought of that possibility first.

(At the end of last Saturday’s session, I thought of two questions for Seth. [...]

[...] My own thought at the moment was that something different, or at least not the same, was involved with the Cézanne events—less personal.

[...] I thought of legal action, among other things. [...]

[...] Jane said that she didn’t feel that she was “quite with it, tonight,” for some reason, although I thought her material was as good as ever. [...]