“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He is a computer service technician whom Jane and I had met but two or three times some months ago, before the sessions began. [...] He is also a ham radio operator and a science-fiction fan; thus the three of us got along well from the beginning, when we met Jim as he called to service our TV. [...]

It will take three years at least before they will all be drawn here, but then we will be able to really do something, and our work will show unheard-of results.

[...] The phrases were three and four words long.

You remember that I listed briefly the three forms that you use during your projections. [...]

[...] The three sections of milkweed pod shown are made up groups of lines; each group contains about the same number and arrangement of lines, whether one would consider them black or white. [...]

[...] Also Jane and I have been personally invited by the three new proprietors, whom we know, to continue doing business with the Art Shop. [...]

[...] Roy Fox, whose name appears on page three of the envelope object, is in his early 60s.

(“One nine four three.” The year date, 1943, is mentioned in the article on the Dominican Seminary, on page 12 of the full sheet from which the object was torn: It was started in 1943, three years after the Dominican Order was readmitted, etc.

[...] One nine four three.

(Since Seth did not return we are not sure if any of these three interpretations may apply in a distorted way to the 1841 data.

[...] On the page 12 side of the object, at the bottom, are three lines of small type containing many New York City phone numbers and addresses. [...]

[...] Right now, we’re very much aware of all of the good things the people of our world are providing for us and for millions of others, every minute of every day — yet a certain portion of our joint interest in that “outside” world is also directed toward the situation at Three Mile Island, the nuclear power generating plant located some 130 airline miles south of us. [...]

(The latest, Jane and I gather from a variety of reports, is that Three Mile Island’s damaged reactor, Unit No. [...]

(I left my thoughts about Three Mile Island, and began to consider a closing statement about Seth finishing Mass Events as summer passed its zenith and prepared to blend into fall. [...]

[...] Yet all in all he had worked a little over three hours. [...]

[...] His three-hour production today gave him more with a free attitude than five or six hours of determined application to “work.”

I am pulling an Oversoul Seven on you, but I am gong to give you an idea for a painting, in the next three days, waking or sleeping—I will not tell you which—but I want you to be playfully alert to it. [...]

[...] Again, if preferable we want to record the dreams in the sequence in which they occur, so that the self-suggestion should always include “I will recall the first three dreams,” or the first five dreams or whatever number you arbitrarily chose to begin.

I think of a letter from another university, of three or four very brief paragraphs, not taking up the whole page.

(Jane feels the voice John heard within can have one of three explanations: It was Seth; it was a subconscious creation on John’s part; it was a telepathic communication, on a subconscious level, from Jane to John.)

[...] Over three years ago.)

[...] Two, then three minutes passed. [...]

(10:41—I called Jane’s name three times, and she came out of trance easily. [...]

[...] There are three days left during which communication is most likely between you and your probable self. [...]

[...] He intends to communicate with you again, and I would say that in your time this would occur at approximately three o’clock tomorrow morning.

[...] If you let yourself drift off into sleep here, you would most probably manufacture two or three dreams that symbolized the fear, dreams in which you consider and try out possible solutions within the dream context. [...]

[...] In the following deep protected areas of sleep, the higher centers of the inner self are allowed to function and come to the aid of the three-dimensionally oriented portion of the personality. [...]

(To resume: Sue Mullin, now Sue Watkins, one of Jane’s ESP class members, left three questions last night for Seth to answer when possible. [...]

[...] And in a gathering of three people watching the same TV drama, say, each of them might be interpreting different portions of the program so that those portions correlate with their individual dreams of the night before, and serve to bring them their dream messages in ways they can accept....”

[...] (Long pause, eyes closed.) This portion, while still within the three-dimensional system, is closely allied with other portions of the self that are free of that system.

[...] For simplicity’s sake we shall call the body forms of which we spoke in our last session, forms one, two and three.

[...] We have for instance never bought a poinsettia plant for ourselves, or as a gift, etc.; the two 1961 plants and the plant which furnished the objects for tonight constitute the only three poinsettias we have been involved with. [...]

[...] Oddly enough, none of our three plants have ever bloomed for us. [...]

[...] The plant stands perhaps three feet tall; this may have given rise to Seth’s tall data here. [...]

[...] The fears have to do largely with experience that may come to pass within a three year period. [...]

[...] Here you are not to hide within the closet of three-dimensionality and cry, “It is dark and I cannot see!” and refuse to use the inner light that can alone aid your vision. [...]

[...] “If it weren’t for all that mail we get, I’d try at least three sessions a week,” she added. [...]

[...] And I reminded Jane that back in the days of her ESP classes, she’d often given three sessions a week. [...]

Today he almost walked three times. Imaginatively, he did walk three times. [...]

While Seth was dictating The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events, for example, the Three Mile Island nuclear accident occurred; and had the affair turned into a disaster, our Chemung County would have been used to house refugees. [...] For that reason he examines the public arena, and devotes a good deal of material to Three Mile Island and to the Jonestown mass suicides as well. [...]

[...] Seth was discussing the Three Mile Island accident, but he left off book dictation for a while because we felt so badly, and gave us some excellent material on animal consciousness before and after death — because “tragedies” come in all shapes and sizes, and the most domestic events of our days offer Seth opportunities to comment on life itself.

[...] Seth, Dreams … was rejected by three major publishers while Jane worked on it during 1966-67. [...] We were still operating alone, then, even though Jane had been speaking for Seth for about three years. [...]

[...] I told no one about the notebooks, or the three drawings I had made of Jane as she lay in her bed right after her death. [...]

[...] When at his request I rediscovered Seth, Dreams … three months ago, and examined it, I couldn’t believe that that finished manuscript had never been published. [...]

[...] I interpret our employment there, and her joyful mood, to mean that from where she is now she no longer fears hospitals and the medical establishment — that she’s moved beyond that deep apprehension she began to build up around the age of three, as her mother became gradually, and permanently, incapacitated with rheumatoid arthritis. [...]

[...] There were so many flowers in the package that I ended up dividing them among three vases I found here at the house. [...]