“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I seem to have a curious talent for this, and rarely do I fail to leave my body when I’ve really made up my mind to go. [...] My consciousness, so used to my flesh, says that I’ve had enough. [...]

Not that I’ve been cold out of my body, because I haven’t. But my flesh itself seems to slow down come December, despite all I should know from the Seth Material about the innate vitality that gives the body its life.

[...] That afternoon we talked with a real estate agent, Debbie [not her real name], whom we’ve known for some time. [...]

(“Tonight I did have the feeling — for the first time — that ‘Unknown’ Reality was heading toward an end,” Jane said, “that Seth will soon be getting ready to tie it up, and incorporate the ending with the beginning … Not right away; but it’s the first time I’ve felt that.”

2. Every so often I’ve referred to the inconveniences of apartment living for us, especially those involving that ever-present, ever-growing traffic noise. [...]

[...] However, that mixture of dread and anticipation I’ve felt every day for months when I went to the mail box should now begin to dissipate.

[...] As I’ve mentioned in past books, at one time the human personality was “more at one with itself.” [...]

(“I’ve noticed lately that he isn’t moving nearly as much as he used to. [...]

Such a masterly
production
makes me think instead that
there are
clues
we’ve overlooked.

[...] I’ve never seen Seth in such a good mood. Every time I’ve seen him, he’s always been bawling someone out.”

[...] He has mellowed in his attitude toward my youngest sister, also.] We got spanked when we misbehaved, which is something I’ve always been ashamed to admit to others. [...]

(Then Seth turned to Rob and said:) Now I have put myself out, Joseph and I’ve joked and for this I get a tear.

[...] I’m reading that session, of course, as I write this chapter, and I’ve just come across Rob’s original notes, scribbled in between this passage and the next. [...]

[...] I do not have the voice of an angel by any means, but neither do I sound like an asexual eunuch, which is all I’ve been able to make her sound like tonight … and Ruburt, if you want a cigarette, get one. [...]

(Lately I’ve been asking Jane if she thought Seth would give at least a short dissertation on probabilities for this book. I’ve been especially curious about this since we received his information on the death of our cat, Rooney, in the 639th session. [...]

[...] As for myself, I’ve progressed to working with Session 860 [for June 13, 1979], which bridges chapters 8 and 9 in Mass Events.

[...] How can we be, if through the ages we’ve created that history and nature against which we react? [...]

[...] I’ve noticed for the last week or so that she’s getting hard of hearing again — I have to speak louder, turn up the TV, and so forth.

[...] Especially when we’ve seen the program before.” [...]

[...] I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. [...]

[...] [See the notes for the 613th session in Chapter One.] Seth, Jane added, would say that as a species we’ve grown used to thinking of ourselves as being outside of nature — so much so that we’ve forgotten we’re really part of it.)

David is one of the kindest people we’ve ever known. [...]

“I don’t remember much of that,” Jane said, “but I’ve got the feeling that Seth meant the material to defuse some of my own thoughts lately—that there isn’t any answer for all of the pain and suffering in the world—that the whole thing is so vast that you can’t say or do anything that will be of much use to anyone….”

[...] We’ve given up using the pendulum to check out such things, and I wanted to know what might be operating to either slow up Jane’s recovery—which, after all, is still moving along—or perhaps to delay it indefinitely. [...]

(So I felt a keen regret, actually, that the idea, one of the best I’ve ever had, will probably never be used. [...]

[...] It’s of a dream image I had on November 8, 1981, although I didn’t finish the painting until February 1983—one of the last I’ve done.

(When Seth came through Jane’s Seth voice was the best I’ve heard it yet. [...]

(Then we had a discussion about some articles I’ve just read in the latest issue of Free Inquiry, a magazine whose writers express a deep skepticism about anything having to do with the paranormal.

[...] “I’d say my eyes are better than the best they’ve been so far, Bob,” she said — which really surprised me. [...]