“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] When you begin trusting yourselves, you start by taking it for granted that to some extent at least you have not trusted yourself or your impulses in the past: You have thought that impulses were dangerous, disruptive, or even evil. [...]

My fondest regards to each of you — and tell Ruburt to remember the power of thought.

The same applies to your thoughts, which if you bother to listen seem to come smoothly one after another, more or less following the sequence of exterior activity. [...]

[...] — should bring an entirely new sequence of images and thoughts into your mind that were indeed happening at the same time as your daydream about the orange.

[...] Curious thought — I can also imagine some good-humored game of musical chairs in which I try to get out of my body, while Seth tries to get into it. [...]

[...] Lovely thought, and possibly true to some extent.

[...] Such explorations are highly important, however, because they bring us in touch with that basic inner reality that underlies our individual conscious thought and existence and which is the bedrock of our civilization.

[...] I thought David’s drawing good for one his age, and added notes of my own. [...]

(At first Jane and I thought that the out of town location applied to our going to Sayre yesterday. [...]

[...] The thought here is that calligraphically the numerals 3 and 5 are quite similar.

[...] I thought of October, then checked this with the pendulum, which for me is quite reliable. [...]

[...] My thought was that the bulk of the material he gives had more appeal emotionally for him than the object itself, and he confirmed this after break. [...]

(Jane said that while giving the data this evening she thought of Aunt Ella by name, but did not give voice to this.

[...] But since it was 10:15, I thought the session would end soon.)

[...] Had just thought consciously how much he meant to me. [...]

[...] First I thought: “Well, I’ve always feared my mother’s death,” and I was almost relieved that it was over. [...]

[...] I merely mean that when Ruburt feels strongly one way or another about a particular situation that you should give the matter deep thought and consideration, since you can usually, not always but usually, trust his intuitions.

[...] The instruments will be designed to catch certain camouflages and since they are expertly thought out they will perform their function.

Physical tools may be used to force the imagination to move along in terms of its owner’s personal memories, but it cannot be forced to move along the lines of conceptual thought, because the imagination is in reality a connective fiber between the physical individual and the nonphysical entity.

[...] Maybe, I thought, we’re fated to never get those records. [...]

[...] “That sort of thing simply must go—we can’t afford to have such thoughts any more, they’re too destructive. [...]

[...] In fact, she thought Seth was coming through very well, particularly when he started explaining why he was having trouble. [...]

[...] In view of this, we thought it better to have a brief session, at least, though ordinarily we might have passed it up.)

[...] She said she’d even thought of asking her doctor for help — “except that I stay away from doctors as much as possible,” she said with a half laugh.

At first thought, it certainly seems as if people love life and fear death — that they seek pleasure and avoid pain.

[...] It turned out that part of Christina’s trouble was that as she sat in her room with no lights on, she thought she was in prison. [...]

[...] This morning the ringing telephone got me out of bed at 5:45 a.m. It couldn’t be anyone except someone at the hospital, I thought as I ran out of the bedroom. [...]

[...] After some thought she said she was aware that she was speaking in a strong voice, during dictation. [...]

[...] Briefly, and I could be mistaken, I thought I had a sensation of being suspended perhaps a foot or so above my body.

[...] I mentioned Greenwich, Connecticut; I didn’t even know there was a Greenwich, in Connecticut, though I am familiar with Greenwich, NY, and it seems to me I thought there was one in Vermont. [...]

(I thought that when I said no to Seth, that was all that was required, as nothing like this has happened before. [...]

[...] In it he said that although he was not sure, he thought Jane’s schoolgirl friend, Marie Tubbs, now living in Florida, may have been in childbirth at the time of Jane’s dream, with a possibility that the water bag had broken during birth. [...]

(The last few paragraphs of the above material we thought to be an elaboration of Seth’s rather cryptic statement in the 97th session, page 72, to the effect that in some respects all planes or fields of existence are indeed by-products of others.

(All in all, I thought Jane “recovered” quite easily from Seth’s data, which I thought was excellent.

[...] You both believe (a) that people will not understand, and (b) that they will feel rejected, and (c) that they will reject you, and you will be left quite alone in the solitude you thought you wanted.

Now Ruburt used his poetry also to exert independence from his mother—which implied, he thought, a certain kind of rejection of Marie. [...]