“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Each time Ruburt finds himself making a movement that he thought he could not perform, then one of the blocking mental images loses strength.

[...] Jane said she felt funny—that there was something there that she didn’t get; it was frustrating, she said; she thought it might be a final bit of necessary data for a last breakthrough.

[...] One piece had been written by a brain “researcher” who, we thought, exhibited remarkably little understanding of the human condition. Almost in spite of myself, I thought it quite humorous that the reviewer himself had written books on the brain — that had in their turns been attacked by other reviewers.

[...] I knew Jane wasn’t at her best tonight, but thought it would be nice to get at least an inkling of what Seth was talking about. [...]

[...] My fondest thoughts to our floppy Ruburt this evening.

[...] I thought it might be a reference to the fact that my brother Loren, who wrote the test letter, is a model railroad fan. The magazine Model Railroader was, I thought, published in Wisconsin. [...]

[...] I thought that you would find this rather interesting.

(I thought Seth was going to say something about my attitudes influencing the actual physical behavior of the car.)

But in a trance depth, as in quality-depth, the motion has a direction that cannot be thought of in terms of up or down, north or south, east or west. [...]

[...] Here she thought that Seth was dealing with a concept that was not suited for expression in words, nor was it meant to be expressed in words. [...]

[...] The doctor had not thought it a bad tooth, and put her on a regimen of anti-biotics. [...]

[...] The nail I stepped on penetrated rather deeply through the sole of my shoe, but was not very painful; but since it was rusty we thought it best to get a tetanus shot. [...]

[...] A couple of months ago she thought of asking interested students to answer certain letters. [...]

Now last Sunday evening, as I studied that “old” drawing of myself, I thought once more of my father in his last days — then a whole block of information came to me regarding his present nonphysical circumstances and “plans.” [...]

[...] And where do their ‘thoughts’ break off so that they cannot follow, and yet they follow?

To every cell my thoughts leap through

[...] Two sessions a week were more than sufficient, I thought — I was afraid of going into trance at the drop of a hat.)

Still, I thought I’d better tell Rob, so I went back to the studio. [...]

[...] But it is not so different from time in the waking state when you are sitting alone with your thoughts. [...]

[...] We thought briefly of asking for a special session to deal with the rather surprising turn of events, but decided against it, not wanting to cultivate any such dependent habits. My personal thought was that our expectations concerning the house had been in the process of change, the loss of the loan being the natural culmination of this.

(I thought any additional material on expectations might help explain the house situation.)

All of this applies to your situation, for I want you to thoroughly understand, intellectually and emotionally, the errors of current thought, so that you can see that our material is indeed providing you not only with “creative material,” but with a more factual presentation of the framework in which you have your existence.

[...] The rational line of thought finds creativity highly disruptive, so in those terms as highly gifted creative people, you would have encountered some difficulties in any case.

[...] It would, again, help considerably if you thought of your work more as an adventure, an exciting creative adventure, than of work in your old terms.

[...] As we waited for tonight’s session, Jane said she thought that Seth was organizing material about the four of us, our years together at 458 West Water St., and the flood of 1972—but that when we decided upon the questions listed above, Seth changed his tactics: he began to organize that material instead—“reorganizing what he’d already planned, in order to put it all together,” as Jane put it. [...]

[...] You both decided to use power indirectly, however, to affect your civilization through thought rather than through combat. [...]

[...] The television program you saw about monasteries and privacy to some extent applies here, for in the hurly-burly of medieval life there was no privacy for thought.

[...] There is a basic unit of consciousness that, expressed, will not be broken down, as once it was thought that an atom was the smallest unit and could not be broken down. [...]

[...] “I knew what I was saying when I said it, but I’ve forgotten it all now …” She paused, then continued in a way I thought somewhat unusual for her: “We’re doing the best we can with what abilities we’ve got. [...]

3. A note added later: Of course, as soon as Seth mentioned units of consciousness in “Unknown” Reality I thought of the electromagnetic energy units (EE units, as he called them) that he’d discussed in 1969 and 1971. [...]

[...] On your part this is the result of training, so that if your thoughts or experience stray too far this mental gadget brings them back into line. [...]

Let the unity disappear as far as your conscious thought is concerned. [...]

[...] At least, I thought as I described the experience to Jane, I dared face my death in that life after the fact of its happening, even if I didn’t care to undergo the actual process.

[...] I thought the book’s editor had changed his slant in the new work, for now I came across many more pieces about foolish governmental spending, corruption, and so forth I read some of them aloud to Jane. [...]

[...] I thought the material was excellent. [...]

(Now Seth came through with some personal material for Jane, then ended the session at 11:59 P.M. Jane was ready for still more work, and even thought of using our recorder. [...]

Now I thought I would give you some goodies in reward for reading so much of the material. [...]

The entity should therefore not be thought of as completed. [...]

[...] Jane had thought Seth would continue the interruption as our first break, but shortly she announced he wanted to continue. [...]

[...] “I think he’s going to go into some of that stuff I got last night about true and false, so I just thought I’d let him go. [...]

[...] I’d heard the same sound a few days ago, but since it had been a windy day I’d thought the noise was caused by branches rubbing against the house or fireplace outside. [...]

[...] When conceptual thought develops far enough, then it is imagined that all energy originates from what seems to be a closed system; and this misconception then colors all deductions made concerning the nature of energy itself.

[...] Conversely, the boundaries do exist when they are thought to exist.

[...] Earlier she’d mentioned having a session to make up for last night, but as 9 PM passed I thought she’d decided to let it go once again because of her relaxed state. [...]

[...] I thought I should be doing the dishes.... [...]

[...] The session had lasted longer than I thought it would. [...]

(I thought this would be an interesting experiment to try because we could turn it on and off at will. [...]

(As we sat for the session, Jane reminded me that she thought Seth would do an introduction tonight for her own book on Paul Cézanne. [...]

[...] You take your particular “language” so for granted, and use it so effortlessly, that you give no thought at all to the fact that it implies other languages also, or that it gains its meaning because of inner assumptions that are never spoken, or by the use of pauses in which no sounds are made. [...]