“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Seth, when the three of us sat before the mirror last night, you caused Jane’s reflection to change shape. [...]

The house was tall and narrow with three windows on the top floor, with two and a door at the bottom. [...]

[...] He has been a male three times. [...]

[...] It is better to meet with me less often, but on a regular schedule, than meet with me three or four times one week and none the next. [...]

Since holding the last [897th] book session nine days ago, Jane has delivered three remarkable private sessions for Seth.¹ Tonight she was quite at ease, and had been tempted to skip the session and just paint. [...]

1. We called those three very penetrating sessions private, or deleted, because they grew out of our own reactions to David Yoder’s challenges, to the illness of our cat Billy, to the playful antics of Billy’s littermate Mitzi, and to several other personal matters. [...]

(My dentist wasn’t there even though I had an appointment for today that had been given me three or four months ago. [...]

[...] The number three is connected here, but I am not sure how. The amount may begin with a three, or it may be received within three days or thirty days. It is definite, and you will receive it in any case before three months have passed.

[...] The flowers surround three sides of the statue base, and appear to be petunias, red and white.

[...] We do not often get visitors after midnight; this friend has visited us perhaps three times in the last year, so we can say his arrival was unexpected.

[...] Earlier in the evening Bill Gallagher spent perhaps three-quarters of an hour contemplating the oil painting of an elderly man which I executed in July 1965. [...]

[...] He did say that Don would leave his present job because it offered no opportunities for advancement, and that he would try three other positions before he settled into one he really liked. [...]

[...] The world as it appears to you is like a three-dimensional painting in which each individual takes a hand. [...]

[...] In the same way the world as you see it is a reflection of what you are, a reflection not in glass but in three-dimensional reality. [...]

If the books are children symbolically, then in those same terms his representation of my reality is a far more living, three-dimensional aspect. [...]

[...] In one session—he remembers it—I told him to write for three hours daily. [...]

[...] He is to write then three hours a day—more if he wants to—and is to exercise his freedom as a person the rest of the time.

If Ruburt will read the last two or three sessions given for him, then I will not need to repeat them this evening. [...]

(On Thursday night, April 8, Jane and I were visited by three women from Rochester, New York. [...]

Your light, again, represents only a portion of an even larger spectrum than that of which you know; and when your scientists study its properties, they can only investigate light as it intrudes into the three-dimensional system. [...]

(“Number twenty-three: Are you in contact with, or speaking through, any other humans as you are with Jane?”)

[...] Jane said she felt Seth “buzzing around”, but since I had just caught up on my notes for the three other sessions this week, I begged off. [...]

They can only be seen however between I believe three o’clock and dusk.

[...] Counting back, we decided she had had three beers in the course of the evening before the session, although they had been spaced out. [...]

(To date, this is one of but three answers Jane and I have received that seems to be gibberish. [...]

(“Saros was just three, then, at the time of death?”)

(“Then we three have a mutual acquaintance, correct?”)

[...] The long working time—perhaps three years—spent on “Unknown” evidently allowed that project to accumulate strong psychic charges on my part; when doubts or challenges arise in conflict with the work on the book, I would react in uncomfortable ways occasionally.

Three: I will remember the creative framework of existence, in which I have my being. [...]

[...] We stood outside after the service, three in a row facing each other on the porch, while six others carried Joe’s casket between us and down the steps to the hearse.

(The priest in charge — there were three of them — said that Joe had planned much of the service himself, and that Joe had asked him: “Why are the good ones taken?” The priest enlarged the question to: “Why is anyone taken?”

(This afternoon I wrote Jane a three-page statement. It was based on the three previous sessions held here, and my thoughts growing out of them. [...]

[...] My action led Jane to tell me about her teeth and sinus bothering her before and during our trip down here, for about three weeks. [...]

[...] For his own benefit and mine, two or three times a week he should sit down and write out his feelings, as he began to do last summer. [...]

[...] In other instances, I told her this noon, I believe she lost faith in my leadership, as detailed so well in the three sessions held here. [...]

4. THREE PEOPLE IN PARTICULAR IN HIS OFFICE

[...] The three people were a Mr. Connor, who Bill definitely did not expect to see, and his two children.

5. THE THREE PEOPLE IN THIS POSITION:

[...] Three of these proved to be correct. [...]

Three nights ago he had a dream that symbolically also gave him the same directions. [...]

Three nights ago, of a large room. [...]

(While the three of us were discussing the session, and the fact that Jane seemed much less tired than before the session began, she suddenly began dictating again. [...]

[...] Without duplicating the exact circumstances the three of you in this room can learn to use your energy as effectively in ordinary pursuits. [...]

[...] Then she raised the foot three inches off the bed, flexing the foot at the same time at the ankle. [...]

[...] She’d kept it in the air for at least three minutes. [...]

[...] For a while, again, have him write three hours of free writing, and paint or whatever. [...]

[...] The branch, which is perhaps ten feet long and three or four inches in diameter, came crashing down to the street. [...]

[...] Sensing of course the bitterness that he felt because she was not a boy—incidentally this is a strong subconscious motive—this caused her to bear him three sons to help allay his bitterness. She gave him these three sons as a gift or sacrifice; and when it seemed he would not accept them as such she turned against him, made too much of the sons to pay him back. [...]

[...] There were three beds in that room. [...]

[...] He died incidentally of pneumonia: took sick and died within three days.

[...] The three of us seemed to get along well and we had some interesting evenings of conversation on many subjects.