“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(As I was doing mail today she said she’d put off having sessions lately because she’d picked up from me that I wanted the time off to catch up on other things. [...] But I told her that I was ready for a session today if she wanted to have one.)

[...] “And he’s got even more, but it’s getting late and the supper tray will be here and you have to turn me and stuff …” I could tell she was able to continue. “I think he was also answering some of the points that psychologist made in his letter,” she said. [...]

(She’d felt better today, which probably was one of the reasons for the longer session. [...]

[...] In a very short session Seth said it was related, but didn’t go into any details, so other factors are involved. Jane said one of them was that she felt the changes in the finger take place as she lay on her left side while I changed the dressing, on her ulcer that afternoon. [...]

[...] The discharge from the ulcer was much greater than we’d ever noted before. [...]

[...] She was most uncomfortable sitting in the pool of moisture yesterday, and couldn’t keep that up since she spends so much time sitting—to begin with. [...]

[...] It was obvious that Jane was in a very deep trance. Our house was turning noisy but she showed no signs whatever of unease. [...]

[...] Her dream was also fairly accurate concerning the magazine’s cover painting for the piece: a montage featuring “a bird that was somehow a part of a man’s head, or face,” as she described it. [...]

(No session was held last Monday evening.

(Jane’s delivery was very serious, and somewhat loud. [...]

[...] No matter what your version of creativity, or the creation of the world, you are stuck with questions of where such energy came from, for it seems that unimaginable energy was released more or less at one time, and that this energy must then run out.

[...] It is according to your relative position, but the physical universe was everywhere seeded, impregnated, simultaneously. [...]

[...] Every known species was inherently “present” with the overall impregnation of the visible universe, then.

[...] I certainly realize that this is hardly a scientific statement — yet the moment that All That Is conceived of a physical universe it was invisibly created, endowed with creativity, and bound to emerge.

[...] The session was held in my studio again, and because of its rather small size Jane decided not to smoke. It had been raining all day, and still was.)

(A note: I was amused, now, to see Jane light a cigarette while she was in trance.)

[...] She is well aware that such an early environment leaves its marks, even though she had left her church by the time she was nineteen….

(Jane, knowing Seth had started his chapter on religion, was both relieved and very curious. [...]

[...] In the oval, she was 30 years old when she sat for my father, Robert F. Butts, Sr., in 1959. [...] In the larger one, she was 41 years old when Rich Conz, a photographer for the Elmira Star-Gazette, took her picture in 1970, when she was in trance. [...]

[...] When she was close to death she asked me to publish all of her work. In my grief and shock I agreed, without understanding what a challenge that labor of love was to entail. [...]

[...] My wife was—and is, I know, for I’m sure that she still lives—the most creative person I’ve ever met, and through her extraordinary abilities she’s left a body of work that I regard as a legacy of inquiry about our understanding of ourselves and our reality. [...]

(Jane’s manner this evening was quite intent throughout the session. [...] Her voice was normal in tone and volume to begin with.)

[...] Jane was more dissociated than usual for a first delivery. She knew, she said, that she was moving along at a good pace. [...]

[...] Jane was more dissociated, as usual. [...] When she resumed she retained this intentness, coupling it with a good rate of delivery and a voice that was her loudest in some time. [...]

(Jane’s birthday is May 8. She was born in 1929.)

[...] As we waited for tonight’s session Jane said she “got sort of down” because of this, yet added that there was no doubt her right leg was doing good things about straightening more. [...]

[...] It is not necessary to say his way was better, but it was vastly different. [...]

(“It was for tetanus, after I stepped on a rusty nail,” I said. [...]

[...] It seems like the most heartless lack of compassion to say that such a situation was the most natural, and in the long run for all, the most advantageous. [...]

[...] Tonight, Jane said, she’d try letting Seth come through, although she didn’t think she was at her best. [...]

[...] There is a constant give-and-take of communication between the cell as you know it in present time, and the cell as it “was” in the past, or “will be.”

[...] She was still in trance.)

[...] When, in historic terms, the race was in the process of adopting a necessary artificial separation of itself from the rest of nature; when it needed to be assured of its abilities to do so; when it took upon itself the task of a particular kind of specialization and individual focus, it needed a religion that would assure it of its abilities.

[...] This was to let you know that she was whole and womanly, to settle that question for good. [...] When it seemed that you did not do this, she was not willing to make more concessions, for she felt there were no more she could make.

(To Carl:) Now this was a poor-enough bargain for her to make, but for you to add to it in her mind, to demand that she prove this womanhood daily with the dishes or the housework or whatever, was too much for her to bear, and she felt doubly betrayed by you and by herself.

There was a certain quality in him that held a hidden cruelty, of which you were frightened. Emotionally you also went out to your mother, but you felt that she was dependent upon him, and weaker, and so to some extent you were afraid of your own feelings toward her.

I am saying then that some of your interpretations of the relationship were based on what you would call factual reality, but part was also based on your own insecurity.

Ruburt was correct: The picture of you, taken on the hill in the front yard (by a friend), portrays you as far as your stance toward the hill house and land is concerned. Ruburt was never athletically inclined, but always loved nature. [...]

[...] Of course we knew what Seth had suggested during last Wednesday’s session, and his advice was valuable; at the same time we’d been strongly inclined to make the purchase after looking at the house anew that Wednesday afternoon. [...]

I mentioned that the air was cleaner on the hill. [...]

[...] She told me now, however, that she was entering a relaxed state. [...]

(10:43 P.M. “That was really strange,” Jane said, when she’d finished her excellent delivery for Seth. I was surprised to see that she looked more than a little queasy. “That’s the first time that ever happened: I started to feel really sick, as though the material really got to me while he was giving it. Toward the end there was a strain, involving things I couldn’t translate. As though I was on the edge of getting some great stuff I’ve never heard of before. [...]

(Session 819, which was held last Saturday evening, had nothing to do with Mass Events. [...]

[...] In a way the suggestion was my idea of trying to do something about Seth producing books within books, as I discussed in my opening notes for the 814th session; but Seth is so prolific that it seems we’ll never get all of his material published at this time.

One note: your encounter with your mother was, as you know, quite valid. It was closer on her part to you than on your part. That is, she was more aware of you than you were of her. [...]

Ruburt always did realize he was quite different from other people. [...] He believed, however, that one set was opposed to the other. [...]

The paper Ruburt wrote was excellent. [...]

[...] Seth commented on my Stella Butts experience just as I was about to ask him to do so. [...]

The material he received from me (Monday evening) was from me, and his suggestion that you work late that evening was the result of a creative impulse on his part. [...]

[...] Except for the point of power, he has not actively promoted his desire to walk normally, and this was relatively wise, for as he begins to let go of effort he was not tempted to think of contradictions, as he might have had he more actively encouraged those desires.

(No session was held Monday evening; we worked late instead, and did so on Tuesday night also. [...]

[...] I wondered about whatever beliefs Jane might carry still, that much effort was required in order to accomplish anything worthwhile in Framework 1, even though we might agree that the help we needed must come from Framework 2.

9:32 P.M. “Wow,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance. [...] But I came to feel that I was right with it, right close to some kind of important knowledge that I could communicate at the same time. [...]

[...] This evening both of us felt logy after our supper of veal and spaghetti—yet Jane was also restless. [...]

[...] All molecular constructions exhibit that certain kind of introspective activity, as if the inner working of some giant computer was intimately in touch not only with its own programming and the probabilities connected with it, but with a deep psychological awareness of the activities of the electrons and various visible and invisible particles that form its own physical construction.

And I told her that she’d given an excellent session indeed, and that I wished such important material was common knowledge.)

(The session regularly scheduled for Monday, April 24, was not held. [...]

The data that I gave that evening was indeed legitimate. [...]

[...] The episode last evening was aggressively disrupting to some extent. [...]

There is a connection here between last night’s episode, and the emotionally charged psychological climate behind the overt behavior itself: the behavior for example was not violent in any way.

Rather involved mechanisms had been altered however, so that proper chemical utilization was not made of the food eaten. The energy instead had fed the nervous symptoms, to such an extent that the body was starved, comparatively speaking. [...]

(Both of us felt a very pleasant tiredness this evening, and the session was late getting started. [...]

The beginning of his classes was another important element.

It was amusing to watch our friend Ruburt. [...]

[...] if I have this right… that I was afraid of my own energy... maybe afraid that I was supposed to change the world or try to... [...]

[...] I’m not getting this clear but the feeling was like you’re supposed to demonstrate truth through your life and my symptoms sort of were the opposite, or indicated the opposite; not only didn’t I heal others but not even myself. [...]

Ruburt was working and without realizing it telepathically was aware of your emotional presence. It was this that gave him the idea of a projection experiment that morning. [...]

(Below, Seth discusses a projection experience of Jane’s on Friday, May 9, that involved her perception of my astral presence in the apartment although I was at work at Artistic Card Company that day.)

[...] Ruburt’s experience involving you was quite legitimate, although you were not consciously aware of your activities.

[...] Your conscious mind was taken up fully with your activities, giving the inner self full rein. [...]

([Florence:] “I’m sorry, Seth, I was thinking that the last time I spoke to you I was in an airplane bouncing all over Utica. All I thought of was breaking into pieces.”

(There was a class discussion of the adjustment to be made going from death on the physical plane to “spirit” plane.)

I came through this evening to let you know that I like your home (to Rachel, where the class session was being held).

(There was discussion with Maureen as to Seth’s reality.)