“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There was some rivalry between these groups, some cooperation. [...] There was some mating between these groups—that is, of all of the groups—at various times.

[...] Before, that intent was diminished as far as its effect was concerned, by your fears, your concern about details, your worries about too many visitors, or demands.

(Once again Jane was so relaxed that I suggested she forget the session. [...]

Ruburt’s physical condition was the result of nature impeded. [...]

It was in the Indies and it was dry.

(During break a student, Janice S., wanted to know if Seth was a part of Jane’s personality.)

[...] I was a spice merchant at one time. [...]

[...] I was quite a gourmet.

(Long pause at 11:07.) Heresy was considered female and subversive because it could threaten to destroy the frameworks set about the acceptable expression of religious fervor. The female elements in the Church were always considered suspect, and in the early times of Christianity there was some concern lest the Virgin become a goddess. There were offshoots of Christianity that did not survive, in which this was the case. [...]

[...] Again, the male who was intuitive or artistically gifted in certain ways often therefore considered himself homosexual, whether or not he was, because his emotional and mental characteristics seem to fit the female rather than the male sex.

The woman who had interests beyond those acceptable as feminine was often in the same position. [...]

[...] Its fear of a goddess emerging was renewed each time another apparition of the Virgin appeared in one corner or another of the world.

(The session tonight was held in our back room, and was again a quiet one. [...] Her voice was quiet, her pace rather slow.)

[...] This was on June 30,1965. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual for a first delivery. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...]

[...] Their experience of time was entirely different, and in the beginning the entire earth operated in a kind of dream time. [...] It was a kind of psychological time.

[...] She was quieter than usual through supper, although she said she wanted to hold the session.

Her delivery as Seth was for the most part comparatively subdued.)

[...] Physical reproduction was impossible. [...]

[...] At times I could see over the top of this wall, made of vine-covered stones; at other times it was honeycombed and complex; and at other times it was so tall that I could not see over it. [...]

[...] She was medium reaching me for you. [...]

[...] That personality was rather collarless.

(Jane’s mother is a bedridden arthritic, and has been since Jane was a very young girl.

[...] When I went outside I made sure the porch door was latched so that Mitzi couldn’t get out; she sat silhouetted against the light coming from the kitchen window as she watched me walk down the driveway. It was the natural time for her to be free, I thought. We’d had Mitzi spayed three weeks ago, when she was seven months old. [...]

[...] You did not know that there was a deeper, older, or richer tradition—a more ancient heritage—to which you belonged, because you found no hint of it in your society. [...] For example: Was Ruburt a writer or was he a psychic? [...]

[...] The German-language edition of Seth Speaks was published in Switzerland four months ago [in May], and just three weeks ago we received our first fan letter from that country. [...] Even if that initial response was slow in coming [partly because of the language barrier, we think], we were glad to get it, for it indicated a commonality of interest in human potential, regardless of nationality. [...]

As I moved down the driveway I was thinking of what I wanted to cover next in these notes. The night was warm, heavily overcast, and mysterious: The streetlight down at the corner of our lot cast long shadows up the road running past the house and into the woods. [...]

[...] I worked on Dreams but an hour this morning, and once again, told her that I was concerned about lost working time on the book. [...]

[...] “I didn’t think I was doing that well.” [...]

[...] Jane called with Carla’s help at 9:50, as I was typing this session. [...]

^* In Jane/Seth’s The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events, which was published in 1981, I wrote: “Seth maintains that Framework 2, or inner reality, contains the creative source from which we form all events, and that by the proper focusing of attention we can draw from that vast subjective medium everything we need for a constructive, positive life in Framework 1, or physical reality.” [...]

The dream world was bound to waken, however, for that was the course it had set itself upon. [...]

Yesterday and earlier today Jane had scribbled down notes she was picking up from Seth; she’d put them in the session notebook in case I had time to type them. [...]

(Pause.) What was it like when man awakened from the dream world?

[...] Frank’s father himself was afraid of showing unseeming love, in his terms, toward his family. Frank avoided that kind of behavior with his children, but did not fully surmount the pattern as far as his own father was concerned.

When he learned to write, he thought of writing to express such thoughts, and was always tempted to use writing as an expression of those subjective feelings he felt were forbidden—not just directed toward his father, but feelings of which he felt his father would disapprove. [...]

[...] Ruburt simply identified with too-small a portion of himself, not realizing that left alone his abilities would draw from Framework 2 all that was required for their fulfillment—all of the impulses, desires, and circumstances. [...]

[...] You would not help anyone by jumping off of the liner to see whether or not the ocean was in fact dangerous without a boat. [...]

[...] I thought the material was very good.)

[...] Seven’s message was of course legitimate. [...]

[...] She has had some remarkable improvements over the last two weeks especially—including one during the night: She lay in bed, “swooning” in near ecstasy, for two hours or so, and is writing her own account of this experience that was clearly a profound healing one.

(Jane was so relaxed Monday evening that no session was held.

[...] Her implications to Tam were clear enough—we hope: that for the first time she was thinking of alternate courses of action to being published by Prentice-Hall, perhaps trying other publishers, Eleanor Friede among them. I was all for that, I told her. [...]

[...] I for one have to do or say something, or I’d spend my days thinking about what a fool and coward I was not to stand up for my rights. [...] As it is, my opinion of Prentice-Hall has sunk to a new low, and it was low enough to begin with.

[...] It took a while for the extent of the revision—or condensation—to sink in, I guess, and I’m still understanding the cutting as I leaf through the book occasionally, before making a list of what I can be sure was cut. [...]

[...] Laurel has been involved with Jane’s, Seth’s, and my work since November of 1979, when she was 24 years old. [...] Although he did not believe in metaphysical realities, he had heard the book was the best of it’s kind, and they found it in a used-book store in Seattle, Washington. Laurel began writing to Jane and me in 1980 — while Seth was dictating The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events and Jane was writing her God of Jane. [...]

3. Tam Mossman was the editor at Prentice-Hall for both Jane and Sue. [...] Tam’s enthusiastic and intuitive help was always invaluable to Jane, ever since he encouraged her to publish her first book, The Seth Material, in 1970.

[...] It was effortlessly yours at birth, and before, and it carries with it its own emotional and intuitive comprehensions — comprehensions that can indeed support you throughout all of your physical existence. [...]

[...] George [Rhoads] was passive in the arrangement. [...]

(John Bradley, from Williamsport, PA, was a witness to the session, which was quite short. [...]

(The 364th session was held September 13, 1967 for John Pitre of Franklin, LA, and his wife Peggy, who has multiple sclerosis. [...]

[...] John said Seth was correct re the impression of a new account. [...]

[...] If there was a chance of this it would be a remote one, and unexpected.

[...] And determined that he would try to circumvent it—hence your sketches in Dialogues; for despite your avid and determined dislike of the marketplace and its imperfections, of which he is more aware than you think, he thought that he would still see to it that your talent was placed to some extent at least before the world —rail as you would against the stupidities and poor craftsmanship. He was determined, protesting or not, that your work would see the light of day, that despite any compromises its merits would appear.

[...] He was persuaded.

All of this occurred—the symptoms—while he tried to gain what he felt was the necessary wisdom to handle his experience. [...]

(This was the end of personal material. [...]

[...] Behind her closed eyes the customary blackness began to turn gray, then white, or light; she saw finally a milky diffused light, as though she was looking at a frosted glass. She saw nothing else, she said, although she definitely had the feeling that it was possible for this opaque light to turn transparent, and thus allow her to see things.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. It was a very quiet and peaceful session. [...]

[...] Again Jane was fully dissociated. Her delivery was still very slow when she resumed at 11:05.)

[...] By coincidence, this session fell on April 15, so naturally I was curious to learn more. Jane’s thought at the time of the 33rd session was that April 15th meant possibly a change for Miss Callahan, instead of her death necessarily.

[...] What I meant of course was that he had not catalogued the later material under the various inner senses, as he had originally designated them. [...] Checking the various categories of material against the original list of the inner senses, it was usually easy to see where the two fit together.

[...] Her experiment mentioned by Seth at the opening of the session was not a spectacular one by any means. [...]

[...] Her pace was average, with pauses, her voice quiet.)

Ruburt experienced this in his psychological time experiment this afternoon, and it reminded me that more material definitely was needed here.

[...] Your attitude was a rejecting one in general—that is, it was a reflection of a deeper pattern of negative thinking.

[...] Their energy has attracted other people to you both, and with all of your negative attitudes the overall impression others received from you, generally speaking, was of creativity.

[...] There was also a feeling, “Since you do not buy my paintings, do not hand me your junk.” [...]

[...] (Pause.) To some extent there was a bottling up of energy, in that you could not take or give freely. [...]

[...] It was just as warm tonight. All our doors and most windows were open because of the heat, yet when Jane went into trance her delivery was quite energetic, almost fast, and at times very emphatic. [...]

(No session was held last night, as scheduled. [...]

[...] It also made him think, however, that he was not changing the world in any way that mattered in any important degree—that those in authority did not even read them, and that even my latest work (Mass Reality) would make no inroads. [...]

(I should have asked whether Seth was referring to last night’s missed session, or to this one.)

(9:35.) In your painting, you are constantly involved with bringing some event into the world that was not there before. [...] When man believed the world was flat, he used his thought processes in such a way that they had great difficulty in imagining any other kind of world, and read the evidence so that it fit the flat-world picture.

[...] Jane waited until the last moment before deciding to have a session, since she was still uncomfortable. [...]

[...] Some years ago, just before you took on the second apartment, Ruburt complained in his journal that it seems as if the day was gray, or that color had fled the world. [...]

The lack of motion, however, in the last episode, was more noticeable, the constriction in the neck muscles and head. [...]