“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Watching the blizzard that hit Elmira this weekend in action, I thought it like a disembodied psychic storm. Jane agreed; as session time drew near tonight she said she thought Seth would discuss the storm, and our weather in general. [...]

[...] For a break from our material on probabilities and inverted time, I will indeed discuss a matter which is in your thoughts: the blizzard of the last few days.

[...] The force that causes your weather can be thought of as self-generating.

His thoughts are not translated in those terms because you cannot rightfully call them thoughts in the way you are accustomed to thinking of thoughts. Now, a thought to him is a creative experience. [...]

[...] He thought of asking you to take a snapshot of the table with your camera, showing the partially-opened front door, so that later he could paint the scene. Your camera could not take in all of that, a fact he never thought of. [...]

[...] You still — and I do not simply mean you two alone — do not feel the unsurpassable force that thoughts have. You do not understand that they do form events, that to change events you must first change thoughts. [...]

[...] He sometimes thinks that he is being realistic with such thoughts.

[...] At first shock I thought it was a deer that might have been killed by a car the night before, say. [...]

(Long pause at 8:22.I thought Jane was tiring. She might have added that she also laughed because neither did she have a brain tumor, cancer, vasculitis [an inflammation of the blood vessels], or any of several other diseases the doctors thought might be present. [...]

[...] But usually, I thought, the trouble with having something diagnosed as rheumatoid arthritis is that not only do you have it when you go into the hospital, but when you leave it. [...]

[...] I only saw that she could use the rest, since she obviously didn’t feel well generally—but I also thought she was waiting for one of her characteristic surges of creative energy before digging into her next book (of which she always has several going). [...]

[...] The universe was not created in some dim past, but is newly recreated by our own thoughts, dreams, and desires—so that reality happens at all possible levels at once. [...]

(Our discussion at break concerned several other points I thought readers might be interested in: One was the zealot designation Seth applied to Paul. At first I’d thought he was going to say there was a connection between Paul, or Saul, and the Zealots, one of the religious sects the Jewish people had been divided into in Judaea in the first century A.D. The Holy Land was occupied by the Romans then, and Paul was a Jew and a Roman citizen. [...]

[...] It is quite true to say that their reality consists not only of the core of their own identity, but also is reinforced by those projected thoughts and feelings of the earthly audience for whom the drama is enacted.

[...] He will return to straighten out Christianity, which will be in a shambles at the time of his arrival, and to set up a new system of thought when the world is sorely in need of one.

(During the break Jane read over parts of Chapter Eighteen of The Seth Material, then announced that she thought there was a contradiction, between that material — originally from the 491st session on July 2, 1969 — on the three Christs, and the information given by Seth this evening. [...]

[...] Then I thought that perhaps I wasn’t amazed at all — that such things could be old stuff to therapists following various psychological disciplines. [...]

[...] I thought that tomorrow we could do something about that, then realized that Jim Baker, our optometrist, was due after 2:00 p.m. to deliver the two new pair of glasses he’d examined Jane for some time ago. [...]

(Jane did get a few answers, and was able to hold the pendulum better in her left hand than she’d thought she could. [...]

(Thoughts of her birthday at once led her to Mother’s Day and her own mother, Marie. [...]

[...] Very interesting, we thought.

[...] At first I thought the dry air in the house during the winter was responsible, since for a while I thought I was having trouble hearing her—but this doesn’t seem to really apply. [...]

[...] I told her that I thought she needed material about her own condition, that’s all I cared about.)

[...] They were difficult to put into words, but involved an accident, she thought, and a hospital emergency room.

[...] She wanted a clear and concise interpretation devoid of emotion, feeling there was little use in acting whatever the impressions said; she thought more objective data could be obtained through Seth. [...]

(My thought, based on data Seth has given, was that already the probabilities of any such accident had been considerably lessened, merely because the four of us now knew about it consciously. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been deeper, but she was surprised at the short delivery; she thought she had been out for a longer time. [...]

[...] With practice you will discover that your normal waking consciousness is highly limited, and that what you thought of once as death conditions seem much more like life conditions. [...]

(“I thought it was good.”)

[...] His thoughts of late are good. [...]

Fifteen years of that at one end of the scale, he thought, and ten or fifteen in the middle with your mother on Sundays. [...] If he thought she had been a great mother to you then your Jane’s feelings would not be so strong.

[...] (Jane told me about some of them at the time; which I thought an advancement.) He was scandalized and outraged. [...]

[...] It is thought he used stand oil—heat-treated linseed oil—and varnish of various kinds as a medium. [...]

[...] I thought we could fill in details in later sessions.) This is a long subject however. [...]

[...] The Chemung River passes less than a block from our apartment house on its way through the center of the city, but since we lived on the second floor we thought we’d be secure. [...]

[...] Your thoughts, feelings and mental pictures can be called incipient exterior events, for in one way or another each of these is materialized into physical reality.

Interactions with others do occur, of course, yet there are none that you do not accept or draw to you by your thoughts, attitudes, or emotions. [...]

Some feelings and thoughts are translated into structures that you call objects; these exist, in your terms, in a medium you call space. [...]

[...] I told her I thought Seth was presenting it just as he wanted it done; she agreed that she might as well relax and just let it come out.

[...] For the first time I thought of asking for a break, yet I still wasn’t alarmed. [...]

[...] This is a position I seldom use — perhaps I thought it would help me really grapple with this experience. [...]

[...] I thought of one more try, however. [...]

[...] At first I thought he was angry, but then I realized I was interpreting the power of the voice that way. This wasn’t part of a dream, but I awakened almost at once as I tried to make out the words. [...]

[...] In this vast cooperative venture the thoughts and feelings of each living being take root, so to speak, springing up as objectified data. [...]

If you are in a world not yours, with your consciousness drifting, you are in free gear, so to speak, your feelings and thoughts flowing into experience. [...]

Any exploration of inner reality must necessarily involve a journey through the psyche, and these effects can be thought of as atmospheric conditions, natural at a certain stage, through which you pass as you continue. [...]

Ruburt’s earlier thought was correct, granting probabilities at this time.

(“Which thought?”)

He courted or adopted his dead brother’s characteristics and gestures not because, as it was thought, he wanted to bank upon his prestige, but because he had an inner compulsion to do so, knowing the events that would occur.

(By June 7th, articles were carried in the newspapers explaining how there had been damage to the cerebrum also—the forebrain which is the seat of thought processes. [...]

([Bill Gallagher:] “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”)

[...] She thought the discomfort stemmed from a bandage on one of her decubiti in that region. [...]

(Late in the afternoon Jane said she’d have a session after all—I’d thought she was going to pass it up today, since neither one of us seemed at their best. [...]

(I told Jane that I thought the police in the dream meant that I’d left behind me old imprisoning beliefs, that I was now running free of those beliefs. [...]

(4:30 p.m. I hadn’t expected the quick ending to the session, since I’d thought there were some rather important topics Jane could have discussed, such as the reasons for the temperature increase. [...]

The lack of confidence is what you must both work at, and the old habits of thought. [...]

You have not thought it would have an effect. [...]