“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane called me at 8:15 for the session, but it was 8:50 before we actually sat for it. She wanted to start early because she was so relaxed: “Come on, Seth, if you want a session you’d better bail me out,” she laughed. [...]

(9:39 P.M. “Before the session, I knew he was going to talk about the Garden of Eden, choices, and reincarnation, “Jane said. “I felt this great big block of information, and again I felt it was shattering, that he broke through doors once more. [...]

[...] Among a larger variety of possible actions, man was suddenly faced with a need to make choices, that within that context had not been made “before.”

[...] In the vast structure of probable activity, however, far more differentiation was still necessary, and this is provided for through the inner passageways of reincarnational existence.

Ruburt was already leery of putting his physical condition to the test of the trip, and so easily acquiesced, worried also that perhaps he would lose out on Aspects, that was already contracted for.

(Tonight’s session was an effort to complete the truncated session of last night.)

[...] You were turned off physically often, or he was not able to perform when you were not turned off.

Your father was inventive, his creativity in that line you felt dwarfed by family responsibility. [...]

[...] No one was trying to run away, and in a way the murderer was performing a service. [...]

[...] It was lent to us by Carlos Smith. [...]

[...] Individualism was further undermined by the problems involved with capitalism. [...]

It was, as I believe Ruburt has mentioned, a result of deep contemplation on your part about the bookstore murder, but in a larger context, involving probabilities, murderers, victims, and the beliefs involved.

[...] I was also still thinking about her reaction to the sessions themselves: the idea that she could feel inferior to Seth and/or the material was, as I noted, a pretty new one for me, and somewhat surprising. [...]

(Long pause.) He felt that he was supposed to be a different kind of person than he is. [...] In all probability, however, someone who was that publicly attuned would not be able to have our own kind of sessions to begin with, for the mixture of abilities would be of a different sort. [...]

[...] All this time she was so uncomfortable in her chair that I thought she’d pass up the session, although I’d been hoping she’d get at least a little something on herself; I thought we shouldn’t be losing any chances to do so at this time. [...]

[...] [This was his second visit, the first being a couple of years ago.]

(Jane’s pace was relatively slower than it has been recently.)

[...] Ruburt did overemphasize his critical faculties this evening, yet he was psychically alert.

You are, as I have told you, far more important than a stenographer, and your active energy was indeed not here earlier.

The willing fingers and good intent, yes, but the active focus of your energies was not here. [...]

[...] As we sat talking in Jane’s studio she eventually said that Seth was around. The notebook was handy, so I told her to go ahead if she wanted to let Seth come through. Our mood was exuberant.)

I have been telling you this all along, if you recall, that your financial situation was changing.

He is now at a point where he can use this kind of help, where admittedly in the past he was not (period).

[...] The publicity department at Prentice-Hall told Jane last week that this program was thinking of asking us to be on the show, and that possibly we’d be contacted this week.

Our results with him were good as far as the tests were concerned, though there was considerable distortion simply because Ruburt’s (Jane’s) abilities had not been sufficiently developed. There were direct hits, in other words, but these results could not be mathematically appraised in terms of the odds against them; and this is was what Dr. Instream was looking for.

(The evening was very hot and humid; it was quite uncomfortable even through it had just rained, and Jane wasn’t sure we would have a session. [...]

[...] It was not generally known that he was ill, or the circumstances of his illness.

[...] I had a session for him at his wife’s request when he was ill, and in Ruburt’s files his answering letter attests to the correctness of my interpretations and impressions.

(The day was again warm — about 38 degrees when I left for room 330.

(Jane was okay, although she said she’d had another long wait before and after hydro. [...]

[...] Truly, I added, it was the only way to get rid of all the basic negativity in the place. [...]

[...] She was done at 3:25, while I worked on mail. [...]

(The day was quite cool, and intermittently cloudy. I thought it was going to rain, which meant that Frank wouldn’t be doing the grass again. [And I was right about that.]

[...] Today her temperature was 100 degrees — up again. [...]

[...] When she began her voice was quite weak and distant at the beginning. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice was somewhat stronger, her pace a little faster.)

[...] The day was mild and sunny and breezy, and I’d opened all of the windows for her. [...] I hadn’t asked her to do a song for this last essay; she told me afterward that she hadn’t realized I was that close to finishing it. [...] “Oh, your singing is so clear and sweet!” her visiting nurse had exclaimed the other day, when my wife had begun to sing while the nurse was changing the dressings on her decubiti. [...]

Jane didn’t tape this new Sumari, though—which we regretted—for she wasn’t able to get out of her chair to hunt for her recorder; I was too charmed just listening to her sing to think of a tape. [...]

[...] His suggestion I try to go into the library—(yesterday) probably was responsible for the Seth-in-library thing tonight. This was I think the first time I’ve seen Seth’s image that clearly; though once in a session I think I did.

[...] Its gone from 36 to 34 degrees according to the radio in the two hours I’ve been up—I’d think it was too warm to snow.

[...] Maybe just the permissiveness is a sign of loosening checks and balances that have had physical reflections—not just because of psychic work per se—but because I haven’t learned to trust the self I was working with....

[...] Early this month Willy had picked up a case of fleas that was stubbornly resisting treatment. [...] He was also losing weight. Our other cat, Rooney, had always seemed to be immune to us in such matters, and even now was conducting himself in his usual leisurely fashion.

(Willy was outside now, in a light rain that had begun a couple of hours ago. At supper time he’d actually seemed to feel that the inside of the house was forbidden territory, and had refused to come in. [...] Here the music was even louder, thundering out from the first floor apartment.

[...] The main point I wanted to make in this chapter was that your conscious beliefs are extremely important, and that you are not at the mercy of events or causes that dwell far beneath your awareness.

[...] Then Jane said, “I knew I was feeling funny tonight. [...]

As you are looking at one photograph in your personal history, that represents your emergence in this particular reality — or the reality that was accepted as official at the time it was taken — so you are looking at a picture of a representative of your species, caught in a particular moment of probability. [...]

[...] The last time she’d done this had been early on March 4; her material then was on parallel man, alternate man, and probable man; Seth mentioned it that same evening in the 687th session, and it furnished the basis for Section 2 of this volume. [...]

[...] I continued that I was somewhat concerned because the notes for Unknown” Reality were running considerably longer than they had for either Seth Speaks or Personal Reality. [...]

(Right after this exchange ended tonight at 9:03, Jane told me that she was going to dictate additional material “herself.” [...]

Your dream was an excellent rendition, for here you have men unaware of the mouse’s dilemma to such an extent that it was beside the point—so taken for granted that it became invisible. The purpose to eat was good—well-intentioned. [...]

[...] You do not appreciate your own dream, or your appreciation of it is too remote—and yes, it does contain some reincarnational data, for it shows you a moment in a life when a decision was made, even though the emotional disgust that you felt at the time was separated from you—for the mouse at the time stood not only for itself but also for the victims of war, burned bodies you had seen while soldiers went about the remains to see what loot might be left.

(I was so surprised by this statement that I stared at Jane—whereupon, as Seth she thought I hadn’t heard it properly and repeated it.)

The fire was supposed to burn away any disease, and mice were all too numerous. [...]

[...] The afternoon was dark, wet, and quiet. I was all for anything that could help her.

[...] It was still raining. The afternoon was quite dark and gloomy, the neighborhood very quiet.)

[...] I was amazed that Jane picked up so well on it, and that her insights extended to herself and the symptoms in ways that hadn’t occurred to me. [...]

The service station and entire setup was chosen because it represented excellent symbolism, and unconsciously referred you back to the time when your father made his batteries, and owned that business.

(Seth had told us last time that he was near the end of the chapter, but we hadn’t realized of course that he was to finish it with a sentence or two in the next session. [...] It was as though the break between sessions didn’t exist for him.

(Some of Seth’s data was symbolic, Tom said, and explained just how he felt this was so. [...]

(Later Tom agreed the intent of the above statement was correct. Interest rates for such monies as discussed above were not, or would not, be tripled, Tom said, but such money was expensive, and instead of the usual six percent would cost eight or nine percent.

(The session was witnessed by Virginia and Tom Milligan, both of whom are members of Jane’s ESP class. [...]

(This session was recorded.)

[...] Jane took a break when we heard someone pushing what we thought was the medicine cart out in the hall toward our room. [...] When I looked, no cart was in sight. Nor was any aide or nurse. It was as though we were alone on the floor.

(4:20 p.m. It was still very quiet. [...] A nurse had brought in Jane’s Darvoset and aspirin, and that was it.)

(I suggested to Jane that she end the session anyhow, since it was getting to be about as long as I could get typed this evening, and I also had to go food shopping.)

[...] This was an odd session. [...] Perhaps Jane was speaking more for herself with Seth’s guidance. She started with the Seth voice then gradually used one that was between her normal voice and Seth’s. Florence noticed that the tense changed from we to I for a while also.)

(This session was held for three of Jane’s students. [...]

(It was hoped that in this session Seth would give impressions concerning the Gallaghers’ vacation. [...]

The Monchuco were here and worshipped a half- bull, half-woman deity and the bull was a black one and sacrifices were thrown into the sea. [...]

Here was a young man whose beliefs were alive with their own life while he was relatively powerless. No effort had been made to reconcile directly opposing beliefs, until the personality itself was quite literally polarized.

Now, dictation: Not long ago Ruburt was presented with a demonstration embodying the nature and power of beliefs.

[...] There was a request for an interview. [...]

He was a study, a living example, of the effects of conflicting unexamined beliefs, a fierce and yet agonized personification of what can happen when an individual allows his conscious mind to deny its responsibilities — i.e., when an individual becomes afraid of his own consciousness.