“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The short story referred to above was reported on a TV program about Three Mile Island: Jane and I caught a glimpse of, I believe, a local newspaper or magazine in the Harrisburg area that had printed a short story about a nuclear accident at that plant, on the same day that the troubles began at Three Mile Island. [...]

[...] And in a gathering, say, of three people watching the same TV drama, 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.

Look at your nuclear reactor troubles at the plant by Harrisburg (Three Mile Island). [...]

(I might as well use this opportunity to point up what I think is an obvious connection between the nuclear mishaps at Three Mile Island, and the mass suicide at Guyana [Jonestown] earlier this year. [...]

(In mentioning my “sportsman self,” Seth referred to information he’d given about three of my probable selves in a private session on January 30, 1974 — just a few days before starting “Unknown” Reality. [...]

[...] I am using here three only to show you how those primary aspects of your personality operate now in your present condition …

(We visited the park three times during that week, but I kept the date for the ticket straight by attaching a penciled slip to it. [...]

(Pause.) Three females and two males.

[...] As stated Jane and I visited Enfield Glen, or Robert Treman State Park, three times—July 12 for Tuesday, July 14 for Thursday, and July 16 for Saturday. [...]

[...] Five of these people were my brother Dick and his family, including three children, from Rochester, NY. [...]

Three men, three we have mentioned in the past. [...]

[...] A lengthy discussion ensued, during which John said that a number of items given by Seth seemed to fit in, stating with the three-men data, the Midwest, etc. [...]

[...] This meant for about three hours; Sumari had been included, too. [...]

Once more, if you think of daily life as an ever-moving three-dimensional painting with you as the artist, then you will realize that as your beliefs change so will your experience. [...]

[...] (See the 618th session in Chapter Three.) If to you this means, “I give great attention to seeing that my children brush their teeth, eat enough, and perform properly,” then you will interpret the “better and better” suggestion in that light.

[...] The unevenness in the timing of our sessions was a result of the fact that often three regular sessions were being expected from him, rather than two.

At no time for now, and until I say so, should over three sessions a week be held. [...]

[...] It is a matter of tuning into the kind of energy that he does in our sessions, and simply because of present circumstances and development, three times a week is sufficient.

[...] One, two, three, or three of a kind. [...]

(“One, two, three, or three of a kind,” can be the July 3 postmark date on the envelope. [...]

(I should add that our dear friends, Bill and Peg Gallagher, visited Jane rather late last night, and brought with them a bottle of wine which the three of them proceeded to drain. [...]

(Perhaps two or three inches of snow fell this afternoon; now I’ll probably shovel for a while in the driveway. [...]

This appendix contains three of Jane Roberts’ (unfinished) essays on different kinds of “prediction” and precognition experience. [...]

[...] I remembered and described three of them, thought there was a fourth, but couldn’t remember it. [...]

[...] This took perhaps three minutes or so. [...]

All of that came to mind this morning; not that it couldn’t have just been “coincidence” that later in the day I hear from Ed — after making three predictions that seemed to apply to him. [...]

[...] Now three or four of us definitely noticed a fog or mist in part of living room away from table, deeper in the interior of the room. [...]

[...] three to five minutes? [...]

[...] I believe three of them also mentioned a finger extension, that is, my fingers seemed to get longer and bonier; this was my subjective definite feeling; as definite as the extension sensation earlier over the head. [...]

(“Three people in particular.” Three people wrote the four letters involved. [...]

[...] I am sure of the three but not of the other figures.

[...] With the numbers four three, and an automotive establishment.

[...] Three people in particular.

In each of her three sons she sees portions of the man she married. [...]

[...] He wanted to be the father of three for his own reasons, rather than the father of one or two children, you see.

[...] There are of course reasons why the three sons were born within the family. [...]

[...] The three sons, incidentally, agreed as to their parents, and with full inner knowledge of the circumstances that would be involved. [...]

[...] Particularly in relationship to three of the other planets that you know. The poles were reversed — as they were, incidentally, for three long periods of your planet’s history. [...]

(9:28.) On your planet they were involved in three particular civilizations long before the time of Atlantis; when, in fact, your planet itself was in a somewhat different position.

[...] Three pages of deleted material followed break, with the session ending at 11:25 P.M.)

(10:22.) Now Seth came through with some material for Jane and me, including his interpretations — in his usual acute manner — of three of my recent dreams. [...]

“However, more questions arise from the fact that over three years ago, long before any of my Roman experiences surfaced, I’d obtained vivid information on another life I’d known in the same part of the first century. [...] Counterparts all — three simultaneous lives in which I seemed to play a part, although, as explained below, I insist that I participated in each one of those existences in my own way.

(The day before the 724th session was held on December 4, I had another experience involving internal perceptions of myself as a Roman soldier in the first century A.D. As far as I can tell, however, this latest episode was not a continuation of my three visions of last October, in which I saw the end of my life while I was an officer in the armed forces of Imperial Rome¹ — yet this time also I confronted circumstances surrounding my own death. [...]

[...] The whole thing was so nebulous — I was almost a disinterested observer, as I’d been while perceiving my first three Roman episodes. [...]

“Assuming that my internal data about those three lives are reasonably correct, it may be, as Jane said recently, that the psyche is so incredibly rich that anything is possible. [...]

[...] In general small fairly frequent meals are preferable to three heavy meals.

[...] I have an impression of afternoon, an impression of three people, of dirt or dirt color, and shadows or shadow shapes, perhaps of pyramid form.

[...] Seth’s data can be seen to apply rather directly, with the exception that the photo is of four people instead of three. [...]

[...] This is where three came through. [...]

(I should add that after reading her the poetry and her new dictation, I read her the last three sessions for Seth’s The Way Toward Health, given on June 24, 26, and 27. [...]

[...] I told her about the four deer — three bucks and a doe — that I’d seen out back this morning, nibbling away in the so-called wildflower garden. [...]

[...] She also revealed that she hasn’t gone to hydro for three days, and will have to give in and go; she was trying to avoid more pain.

[...] We hadn’t even told our families.) In the middle of that innocuous evening, Rob suddenly had three experiences that were quite startling at the time and rather frightening. [...]

On the evening of Saturday, February 8, 1964, I had three separate and very strange sensations. [...]

[...] He began to go into the inner senses more thoroughly and Rob really pricked up his ears, hoping that Seth would mention his three recent experiences. [...]

[...] If, in a dream, you experience a period of three days, physically you do not age for these days. [...]

[...] Jane has been doing well, though, and yesterday walked three times — the most in one day that I can remember offhand. [...]

[...] This experience was milder than my three previous ones, but was still most intriguing.

[...] The door was dark on my side, and was open toward me perhaps three inches at the most.

“As I came out of the experience a few moments later I resolved to paint a small oil of it, as I’ve done following my three previous perceptions of the light of the universe this year — on February 9 and 10, and on June 16. [...]

There’s plenty of action outside the Three Mile Island, however, with all of the investigations into the accident underway or planned. [...] And in all of this concern for safety there’s much irony: for Three Mile Island, and the people of eastern Pennsylvania, were saved not by the plant’s emergency cooling systems, but by nonsafety-related equipment that plant operators finally used to improvise cooling of the reactor’s overheated core.

(Once again, see Note 1 on Three Mile Island.

[...] 2, one the two reactors at Pennsylvania’s Three Mile Island nuclear power generating plant, overheated and came close to a catastrophic meltdown of its uranium fuel. [...]