“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I thought so.”)

[...] But your thoughts also have a reality that you do not know. [...]

[...] He has thought of returning to his habit of sitting on the floor. [...]

The tremor represented guilt here, but also a threat, for you thought: before I will do this full time for money, my hand would fail. [...]

I thought I had a few ideas to jot down, now I’ve nearly forgotten what they were. [...]

[...] She continued to doze, however, and I thought that the heavy meal was taking too much of her energy for digestion—reminiscent of the days when she’d first returned to the house from the hospital seven months ago. [...]

[...] Then from Seth, mentally, I thought, I got the information that Atlantis, as it’s come down to us in myth and story, was actually a composite of three civilizations. [...]

[...] The thoughts and anticipations of the personality have already begun to stray from the all-important ulcer to the causes behind it, for in this case, as in many others, we find a strange phenomenon.

[...] Bill Gallagher said he thought he had noticed a change in Jane’s features, at least in terms of expression, during this last delivery. [...]

(Jane stared at me and grinned broadly; and for a second I thought she really was going to sound out.)

[...] Once again, Bill Gallagher reiterated that he thought he detected a change in Jane’s features, particularly about the mouth.)

[...] You cannot keep track of your own thoughts. [...] Even your thoughts are created and they affect realities of which you do not know. Your thoughts have electromagnetic realities in dimensions that you do not even perceive. [...]

[...] I do not skip a rope or dance through the hula but I amuse myself with thoughts and games that you have long forgotten. [...]

—at the thought of taking one person’s word as standing for absolute truth. [...]

Ruburt was not projecting other difficulties to the gallery situation, as both of you thought probable, but was reacting to the limits set upon independence.

(I thought I knew, but wanted to make sure, and it turned out I was correct.)

I very cleverly lulled Ruburt’s ego into a false sense of security, from its standpoint, and then it did not block me nearly as much as I thought it might. [...]

You could not only copy sentences, but—important development—you could form your own sentences, and express your own thoughts in that form. [...]

[...] In the physical flexibility area, however, you are operating in Framework 2 yourself, and so you can be of great help by catching Ruburt when he projects negatively on the one hand, and on the other by leading him toward the more creative habits of thought that are your own about your body.

[...] Such thoughts will be received by Ruburt in Framework 2, and will then, with his present intent, begin to alter Framework 1 through direct action.

(At break tonight I’d explained to Jane that I still thought the 14th session contained some excellent material on Seth’s awareness of “something resembling time” to him—and that it was “still a reality of some kind” to him. [...]

[...] She did not feel Seth about, yet thought the phrase significant for some reason.

[...] Actually, subconsciously he picked up my thoughts on this occasion. [...]

[...] Jane said she thought Seth would say something to the effect that on this plane we use ideas for protection from a true reality that might be too much for us to handle. [...]

[...] Several people said they thought his material was old, given many times before and forgotten. Others thought it was new, or at least totally original with the Seth material as such.¹⁰ Then Seth returned:)

(Still to Warren:) So forget all of the histories, my dear friend, and listen to your own thoughts, which are today as alive and vital as those of any man ever born, in whatever time. [...]

[...] When it began, I for one had no thought that we would end up asking Seth for assistance, yet within an hour I found myself doing just this. [...]

[...] I thought I detected a faint glow about it as it hung in space, seemingly between the mirror reflections and the three of us.

[...] To Bill, while he thought he sensed a change in the shape of Jane’s head in the mirror, there was little else to be seen. [...]

(I thought excitement from receiving the letter had as much to do with Jane’s feelings, as the beer.

[...] We thought that probably it was in preparation for later events. [...]

[...] I thought she was still in trance. [...]

[...] She then said that she also thought my feelings about Prentice-Hall had influenced my feelings about Seth’s next book more than my feelings about her did. [...]

[...] I guess not,” I said after some thought. [...]

[...] To him all realities are psychological realities, a thought as real as a chair—in fact, much more real. [...]

[...] Jane was now surprised to learn it had been necessary for me to shake her out of the nightmare last night; she had thought she came out of it spontaneously.)

[...] You do this by constantly transforming your thoughts and emotions into physical form. [...]

(“I thought so.”

[...] When Leonard returned, all unknowingly he sent out constructive thoughts to which she also reacted; but he loved his lawn and his yard, and in his mind’s eye he saw it the way he wanted it, clearly, and it did become an event.

The event itself was an interaction of thoughts and emotions and images, a group of communications in which actually many people were involved. [...]

[...] And I’ve already thought of using the “technique” with faces.)

(I also told her something I’d thought about this afternoon, and had a bit of trouble expressing now. [...]

[...] I could keep track easily enough, I thought, of my own progress as I worked directly with my body, without drugs to confuse the issue, and with no one else between me and the reality I had so cunningly created. [...] The more middlemen that I entertained between my physical condition and my personal beliefs, the more confused I thought I’d be.