“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I thought this could be a typical unannounced break by the new personality; I was also ready to interrupt if I thought Jane was trying to get out of trance and having some difficulty.

(Again a surprise, since we hadn’t thought of asking Seth for any data re the astronauts due for reentry tomorrow morning. [...]

It will be thought at first that an error was made on the part of one in the ship who worked certain controls, but other data from other controls will prove that no error was made. [...]

(I thought the other personality, who is still nameless, would speak after break. [...]

You often avoid this natural treatment, however, and run from frightening conscious thoughts that would in their turn lead you to the source of “negative” beliefs, where they could be faced; you could then travel through them, so to speak, into feelings of joy and victory. Instead, for example, many of you accept the way of drugs, where such feelings and thoughts are thrust upon you, or forced out of you while you are denied the stabilizing comforts of the conscious mind.

In man, conscious thoughts are highly important as the directors of unconscious activity. [...]

[...] Left alone, it will flow through thoughts and images that provide their own therapy.

[...] You are told, for instance, that certain objects or images in your dreams have a definite meaning — not necessarily your own, but following whatever psychological, mystical or religious school of thought in which you happen to be interested.

[...] He thought of his father—he thought of his father—as spontaneous, free, and undisciplined, as somewhat stupid and somewhat dangerous. He thought of his mother as possessing a strong will. [...]

[...] Since in numerous cases throughout the species’ history, I added, this hadn’t happened, I thought there could be important insights there that we might learn from Seth. [...]

[...] As much as possible, I would like Ruburt to remember these comparisons, for he is just becoming aware of certain habitual thoughts that accompany motion—walking, say, or getting up or down. [...]

[...] Physically used in such a manner, the chair does exercise his knees and feet, while his weight is not upon them entirely, and his thoughts are not on exercise.

[...] I saw only the mouth and tongue, and for some reason thought of a cardboard tongue. [...]

[...] We thought that a small step at a time was sufficient.)

[...] As a last resort the relatives thought of trying to bring her back to her apartment, since she talked constantly of going home; by this however, she meant returning to her homestead of many years ago, which had long since been demolished to make way for a new high school.

(Jane liked the blue divan; I thought it crowded our own quarters too much. [...]

He must fully understand that while thought is action, thought cannot hurt nor help another without the consent of the other person involved. [...]

He believes strongly in the power of thought. The Catholic Church judged evil thoughts as evil deeds, and to some extent this is valid. [...]

(I asked this because Jane’s stare at me had been especially noticeable; her eyes had been very dark and luminous, I thought.)

[...] Bill said that at first he thought he might have, but then discounted it upon second thought because the impression he had received had been so fleeting and faint; he could not be sure of anything.

(I had thought Seth would stay, to say something about why results had not been good, but Jane said the session was over. [...]

[...] I thought the timeless quality, of light and so forth, inside the large room where the casket lay was more than a little symbolic in itself, isolated as the room was from the apparent time of day, night, or season.

(The service wasn’t as long as I’d thought it might be, though, and we were on our way to the cemetery shortly before noon, winding through the quiet tree-lined side streets. [...]

[...] Their commitment was for life, I thought, and so was bound to be different than most other people’s. I wondered how often they went through roughly the same procedures with the dead, and speculated about how their sincerity and love must have stood them in good stead at such often-repeated times. [...]

(I’d told her several times in recent days that I thought her right knee was draining considerably less as a rule, and that several other scabs on her body were showing signs of clearing up. [...]

(I thought she might be unhappy about a letter she received last Monday from the Macmillan Co. [...] The fact that Macmillan stated they thought another publisher would take on The Fence, had not, I thought, particularly cheered Jane, at least at the moment.

[...] Time devoted to what appears aimless thought and speculation will also bear its fruits.

I would have thought that any advice to Ruburt would have involved suggestions curtailing his robust and ever curious intuitional abilities, but he is holding them down with too heavy a hand. [...]

[...] Thought I was mistaken. [...]

The feelings and sensations give rise to the questions, to the thoughts, to the intellect. The child in a fashion feels — feels — its own thoughts rise from a relative psychological invisibility into immediate, vital formation. [...] The child identifies with its own psychic reality first of all — then discovers its feelings, and claims those, and discovers its thoughts and intellect, and claims those (all quite intently).

[...] The child’s feelings give rise to curiosity, to thoughts, to the operation of the intellect: “Why do I feel thus and so? [...]

The child first explores the components of its psychological environment, the inside stuff of subjective knowledge, and claims that inner territory, but the child does not identify its basic being with either its feelings or its thoughts. [...]

Ideally, however, children finally claim their feelings and their thoughts as their own. [...]

[...] I thought it would make a great novel as all of the entangled threads were unwound, and considering the emotional tangles that had been built up over the years as parents raised children they thought were theirs.

[...] “I thought so. [...]

[...] I also thought we should somehow keep the session in mind, and not let it get lost in the files as the years pass — one of the reasons I want to use part of it in Dreams. [...]

[...] I found myself musing about what I thought was a great idea for a novel. [...]

(As to sensations: First I achieved a partial projection of some kind, and thought I might complete it but didn’t. Strong thrilling sensations, feelings of being swept away. [...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]

(Once thought I saw mountains, as though floating. [...] I did exercises, lightness vanished as soon as I turned thoughts to daily matters. [...]

[...] I thought their room might have the door near the center of the porch. [...]

[...] We were not sure but thought they might be on the way home from Puerto Rico by now. [...]

[...] Jane’s Seth voice was stronger and more positive than usual, I thought, with considerable emphasis at times.)

[...] Eating good food, experiencing, again, the joy of reading, the joy of creative thought, the pleasure of friends, and so forth, for those benefits will then be increased more than a hundredfold.

[...] I thought it contained very positive and hopeful material — for some reason it really hit home. [...]

[...] It had turned very windy, and I thought it might mean another cold spell.)

[...] “I thought that session was the one that’s resulted in all the upsets since then,” I added. [...]

[...] Jane said she’d thought of that this morning. [...]

[...] (Pause.) It was a state when the species became aware of its own thoughts as its own thoughts, and became conscious of the self who thinks. [...]

[...] Generally speaking, creativity has feminine connotations in your society, while power has masculine connotations, and is largely thought of as destructive.

[...] Women were considered hysterics, aliens to the world of intellectual thought, swayed instead by incomprehensible womanish emotions. [...]

[...] And yet at the same time he was afraid of exerting power, for fear it would be thought that he was usurping male prerogatives. [...]

The strength, vitality, and effectiveness of thought is seldom considered. Thought, you may say, will not stop a war — yet what do you think started such a war? [...]

[...] Yet it is far better, and more practical ultimately, to concentrate upon the beneficial elements of civilization — far better to organize your thoughts in areas of accomplishment than to make mental lists of man’s deficiencies and lacks.

[...] Your thoughts generate practical experience. [...]

[...] Seek within yourself — each of you — those feelings of exuberance that you have, even if they are only occasional, and encourage those events or thoughts that bring them about.

[...] (Pause.) It was a state when the species became aware of its own thoughts as its own thoughts, and became conscious of the self who thinks. [...]

[...] Generally speaking, creativity has feminine connotations in your society, while power has masculine connotations, and is largely thought of as destructive.

[...] Women were considered hysterics, aliens to the world of intellectual thought, swayed instead by incomprehensible womanish emotions. [...]

[...] And yet at the same time he was afraid of exerting power, for fear it would be thought that he was usurping male prerogatives.

[...] I thought to hell with those concerns. [...]

(I said I thought she was preparing to flex the left leg at the knee by getting used to moving it off the bed at the foot, first. [...]

[...] I said I thought she might be at least some of the time; the new motions, repeated, could act to put her “under” because of the novelty of the new motions, etc. [...]

(“That can’t be,” I said, seizing upon what I thought was a very good point. [...]

[...] You could take six of those books, I thought, shuffle the names of the mediums around, and never know who produced what. [...]

[...] Jane said she thought the dream meant that the three of us were all embarked on a journey into better health, a better outlook on life.

(Very well put, Seth, I thought. [...]

[...] I told Jane I thought the question had been triggered by the session material today, especially that concerning Leonard.)

He is exhausted by the barrage of negative thoughts that you have recently exploded in the household. [...]

[...] It was about spontaneity and joy, etc.—obvious things, really, which become self-evident once mentioned—and how Jane’s symptoms represent our joint negative thoughts. [...]

Now: tell Ruburt there will be schools of thought built upon core beliefs. [...]

You picked up thoughts from your mother, directed against your father, and your father’s telepathic reply. [...] Neither was aware that the other was receiving the thoughts, answering them. [...]

(I thought this a neat bit of telepathic exchange, for as I asked Seth the question, I expected to receive just that kind of answer. I thought I would see physical manifestation again, and in an environment that was not slavishly dependent upon objects.)

[...] You very clearly picked up the thoughts, convinced yourself that imagination was involved, but knew very well it was not.

[...] You stood in the doorway and actually heard his thoughts in your head. [...]