“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“It’s a nice thought,” I said later to Rob. [...]

[...] Another possibility was always in the back of my thoughts. [...]

[...] She thought she was getting threatening letters.

[...] One day I went into the bedroom where it was quiet, closed my eyes, lay down and began clearing my mind of thoughts for my psy-time exercise. [...]

[...] I thought them especially beautiful. [...]

[...] And your father wasn’t nearly as anxious to have children as you might have thought, either, this time....”

[...] He quite rightly thought—in, now, a certain framework—”How sick do I have to get?”

[...] Regardless of the reasons, there are habits of thought, specifically, regarding the symptoms, for example. [...]

For an exercise, then, imagine for a while that the subjective world of your thoughts, feelings, inner images and fantasies represent the “rockbed reality” from which individual physical events emerge. [...] Ignore for a time everything you have believed and see your thoughts as the real events. [...]

[...] Thoughts, feelings, or beliefs appear to be secondary, subjective — or somehow not real — and they seem to rise in response to an already established field of physical data.

[...] In a way, the world is like a multidimensional, exotic plant growing in space and time, each thought, dream, imaginative encounter, hope or fear, growing naturally into its own bloom — a plant of incredible variety, never for a moment the same, in which each smallest root, leaf, stem, or flower has a part to play and is connected with the whole.

In those days neither did a sane, reasonable man give thought to sharing his wealth, or even consider the plight of the poorer classes. [...] Women were scarcely thought of as human, except in very select circles.

[...] There are different kinds of creativity, then, that must be learned, and a specialization in energy’s focus and feelings that emerges—elemental energy becoming conscious of itself and aware of issues that did not exist for it “earlier;” millions of molecules momentarily united with living consciousness, filled with primal energy, now learning love and forming highly sensitive psychic patterns; electrical charges that now form emotions instead of clouds; the innocent chaos of undifferentiated personality that exists behind the highly specified and truly sophisticated mechanism of one thought. [...]

[...] Jane paused for a few moments, then resumed after I had thought she was out of trance and had called her name.)

(Just before break ended, Jane said, “I just got a whole chunk of thought from Seth.” [...]

[...] Even thought communication however need not necessarily follow the form of words. There can be thought without words (smile),in other words.

[...] She thought Seth would speak on time this evening, in continuing answer to my question in the 422nd session; concerning the manner in which Seth’s larger entity appreciates our time system.

[...] The placement of emphasis, the vowels and consonants, the length of time to utter them, all of these issues are intimately connected with your own nervous systems, and with the intervals inherent within your time system, between thought and action.

[...] I agreed while thinking this remark over, though I at once thought of a recent instance where this could have happened in a portrait.)

[...] Above all, Ruburt is not to worry, but instead he must resolutely shove such thoughts away whenever he is aware of them. [...]

[...] That is a feeling that is so important, for it frees the mind from all thoughts of impediments. [...]

[...] I thought I remembered her doing this. [...]

[...] But in a manner of speaking, it is true to say that the universe was created in the same fashion that your own thoughts and dreams happen: spontaneously and yet with a built-in amazing order, and an inner organization. You think your thoughts and you dream your dreams without any clear knowledge of the incredible processes involved therein, yet those processes are the very ones that are behind the existence of the universe itself.

[...] I thought the break came rather early. [...]

[...] Yet working with the pendulum in the bedroom at 12:30 AM last night, she said she still wanted the book published—and therein lay at least one source of much trouble, I thought and said. [...]

[...] But then, I thought, given our present situation our lives were going to change anyhow and perhaps drastically: her not going to the john properly wasn’t a good sign. [...]

(Jane didn’t react as much to point 6 as I thought she might. [...]

Your minds become accustomed to a very high quality of conceptual thought, for example. [...]

(I told Seth I hadn’t felt like going out dancing tonight because of the windy weather, and that I thought Jane would be disappointed. [...] As soon as the Gallaghers entered, they told us they had thought about us while eating dinner in Ithaca, NY, some 30-odd miles away, and had decided to stop by just in case we were home, even though it was Saturday evening. [...]

[...] I kept my notebook beside our bed also, and whenever I thought of something to add I did so, up until noon of the next day. [...]

[...] Bill confirmed my own thought at the time, that a stray burst of wind had affected the flame. [...]

(Toward the end of the session Seth said he thought the object Peggy has been carrying in her handbag has “something to do with rock,” and that a man had somehow been connected with it, or its origin. [...]

“Your world is formed in faithful replica of your own thoughts. [...] The world in which your parents live existed first in thought. [...]

[...] Once I laughed to myself and thought: “I’ll have to send him a telegram.” [...]

[...] He told me that something very strange had happened, and since he was still upset about it, he thought he’d discuss it with me. [...]

First of all, I thought I had been in a crowded room in my out-of-body experience, but Bill was obviously in his room, alone. [...]

[...] I thought it all of a piece when Seth delivered it, and still do. It may also involve direct telepathy, Jane reading my thoughts here.

[...] We checked up on one we thought correct after the session, and instead of verifying the data ended up confused, as will be explained.

[...] Jane thought that disarray could also refer to the fact that abstract paintings are mentioned in the letter; to some people abstracts would be in disarray, as compared to conventional paintings showing things in the usual sense—flowers, houses, trees, etc.

[...] I thought of the long steep road leading up to the Colucci residence in the country. [...]

[...] While she was eating a good lunch I thought of telling her the typewriter repair service had called this morning, citing a bill for $90.00 for the repair and a box of a dozen cartridges, but I forgot to mention it as we talked about other things. [...]

[...] I said I thought that maybe her impatience was meant to serve as an impetus to her healing speed. [...]

[...] You thought of your father in many ways as feminine—passive, and of your mother—in many ways, now—as aggressive and male, though she was emotional. In any case Ruburt thought of your art as noncompetitive, solitary, intuitive, and opposed to the stereotyped masculine role. [...]

[...] I thought the dream very positive, and showed that Jane was shedding old beliefs and starting anew with new ones. [...]

[...] She said she still wasn’t up to normal speed—maybe 80%—but I certainly thought she was doing a lot better than that. [...]

[...] I told her I was about to ask Seth what he thought about the compliments she’d received from three different people this morning about her improving physical condition. [...]

[...] I thought she’d told me earlier that the incident had taken place in hydro. [...]

[...] That is, I need information on how our changeovers will affect others, perhaps leading them to alter habitual patterns of thought and operation so that we get what we want. [...] I don’t see simply Jane’s and my wishes having the power to change the behavior of other groups of people to that degree, I guess—unless our change of thought shifts all else into another probability.)

[...] I thought she’d felt somewhat the same way today, and was rather surprised when she told me at 8:30 PM that she’d have the session....

[...] At first thought I didn’t know what to make of the session, which I suppose merely reflects my own indecisive state of mind about the hassle with foreign publishers, Prentice-Hall, money, art, writing, and so forth. [...]

[...] The event was quite significant, I thought, with its positive actions. [...]

[...] I thought it really was a reflection of the author’s fears more than anything else. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s own improved thought patterns, as well as your own, have helped bring these activities into fruition, and they will of course continue. [...]

[...] I also repeated that last paragraph—for as it happened both of us thought there was new material there. [...]

[...] She thought this was strange, since during the last couple of days she’d picked up quite a few insights from Seth on various subjects. [...]

Any of the probable actions that a person considers are a part of that person’s conscious thought. [...]

(Only a million of them, I thought. [...]

[...] It is virgin territory, planted by my feelings and thoughts in the present. [...]

[...] I thought part of it went with stuff already given … but in a … probable way. [...]

“Ruburt’s difficulty, anger, and impatience last night³ resulted from initial problems of translating multidimensional experience into linear terms and thought patterns. [...]

[...] Then I thought that something important might be up; and I ‘knew’ that this-whatever it was-was connected with my experiences of last night. [...]

“Toward the end of the material (in the second statement) I briefly thought the Seth level might be involved, but the wording didn’t come through as automatically and smoothly as it does with Seth, and I didn’t feel his … personality. [...]

[...] You always thought (underlined twice) that your artistic talent should be enough. You thought (underlined twice) that it should be your consuming passion, but you never felt that it was — for if it was you would have followed it undeviatingly. [...]

[...] I remarked tonight that it would be nice if Seth would discuss the subject, and Jane replied that she thought he’d do so.

[...] Controlled Environments, and Positive and Negative Mass Behavior.’” I told her I thought Seth would not only have plenty of time to cover our respective questions, but would come through with some book work too, and this was the case.

(I added that I thought I was already doing, at least to some extent, what Seth advocated in the session—throwing away any sense of responsibility or financial reward in painting, at this time at least. [...] I explained to Jane that I’d reached the point in the last year where I just couldn’t let anything interfere with the act of painting itself—and that I thought she needed an attitude like that in regard to her own work very badly. [...]

[...] I’d even thought of not bothering to write down the dream in the first place.

[...] He thought, for example, of his own pajamas that he wears now instead of the jeans he wore before, and it seemed to him that in all his strivings he had in one way or another also acted like your friend whose jeans kept turning into the Turkish towel: he had been trying to protect an important way of relating to the world, or to protect a way of life. [...]

[...] You have often thought of living under more isolated surroundings. [...]