“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was because I knew this that I was relatively severe in our last session—wanting to make sure that both of you made the best use of that important advantage.

[...] The important point is, that that area was the one area in which you did not use those abilities—nor should either of you spend time bemoaning what has happened, or dwelling upon “what people can do to themselves.” [...]

[...] Ruburt’s condition: meaningless chatter in a way, since if you did not have the money or the house, that would not mean that Ruburt was necessarily in excellent physical condition.

[...] To some extent now, you applied discipline in your work and lives to protect yourself against response to a world that you felt was insane, in direct conflict with artistic pursuits, and in which you felt quite alien —both of you, that is, as a unit.

[...] Jane was more fully dissociated than usual for a first monologue. Since this material was so interesting we decided to wait and see if Seth would take up our own personal experiences with psychological time later in this session. [...]

When your scientists finally decipher the physical realities behind the birth of your known universe, they will only discover that this was an exterior manifestation of a vital psychic reality that existed long before. [...]

Now at various times you have questioned what the entity actually was, and wondered how fragments, or fragment personalities, could ever become entities, if they ever did.

[...] Jane was fully dissociated; she remembered very little of the material she had just delivered.

[...] In fact, my back was bothering me considerably, whether the cause was physical, psychological, or both.

(Frank had an idea about placing one of our old chairs on rollers so Jane could be wheeled right beside the john to slide over onto it while she was having walking difficulties. [...] It worked—but barely, for it was too high for the john, and had no cushion for Jane’s backside comfort.

(Jane was in a low mood for part of the day, but perked up before I took my nap. [...]

[...] I was exhausted.)

He was right. There was too much passivity involved. [...]

There was also an implied threat involved. [...] Your mother was in the background here. [...]

[...] Your tremor was to this extent a response to the past.

[...] Now that it is developed let the inner self guide its use, and it will serve you as it was meant to serve your intuitive self.

[...] It was not therefore an ordinary event in usual terms. There was also another person connected with the affair who telepathically knew what was going on, and in his own way helped bring about the events and communicated them to you. [...]

[...] You translate what they say into words, but the inner knowledge within you exists long before any alphabet was ever known. The inner knowledge within you existed before the nervous system existed, before there was a brain capable of learning language. [...]

[...] There was however some recognition in that you were a woman back in the 16th century in Spain and someone I knew, knew you then and so there is some point of contact. [...]

(No session was held yesterday. [...]

(In hydro this morning, Wednesday, the therapist looked Jane over as she had last week, examining her ulcers, and once again told Jane that she was coming along very well. [...]

[...] I asked her if she wanted to give a short session, since it was getting late. [...]

[...] When she brought it, it contained enough different kinds of food and soup so that Jane was able to eat her fill, though the omelet eluded her efforts to chew it. [...]

[...] While she was thinking it over—at my urging, periodically—I went into my writing room to do some work on the intro for Dreams. [...] And she was out of it, but determined to do something. [...]

[...] She continued to doze, however, and I thought that the heavy meal was taking too much of her energy for digestion—reminiscent of the days when she’d first returned to the house from the hospital seven months ago. [...]

“As I was getting ready for bed after our last Seth session, I suddenly wondered about Atlantis. Then from Seth, mentally, I thought, I got the information that Atlantis, as it’s come down to us in myth and story, was actually a composite of three civilizations. [...]

[...] Looking backward in time, Plato heard the story of Atlantis from his maternal uncle, Critias the Younger, who was told about it by his father, Critias the Elder, who heard about it through the works of the Athenian statesman and lawgiver, Solon, who had lived two centuries earlier [c. 640–559 B.C.]; and Solon got the story of Atlantis from Egyptian priests, who got it from ———? [...]

[...] “Will this sell or won’t it?” That question was more or less imperative when Ruburt was learning to use his abilities. Not only that, but the economic need itself was important, helping to focus those abilities to some degree, to the needs and desires of others as well as himself.

[...] When Ruburt needed jobs he worked in a factory, or he was a sales clerk or a door-to-door sales person—jobs he felt that gave him no prestige. He was afraid, however, of such jobs—prestigious ones—for fear the need for money would lead him to neglect his work. [...]

[...] Thrift was a necessity in those times. [...]

[...] Their severe religious training made them feel that any luxury was sinful —and so they set about to upset their own apple cart. [...]

(Bill Gallagher, who was at the party also, wondered if Pete Tomoski. [...] This was highly interesting for Jane’s data speculated about the inner image with “no hair at the sides, or perhaps bald.” [...]

[...] She said she knew from the beginning of the session that Seth was “putting me out deeper.” She knew Seth was talking about his own projected book, and avoided blocking, etc. [...]

[...] Nor was I able to make any connection with the initials or letters given, D A R..

(Jane’s own data, given at break, was also very good. [...]

2. At about the time Seth was producing his material on patterns for “Unknown” Reality, Jane was dealing with the same concept from her own much more personal viewpoint. [...]

As I have certainly hinted, the body is a miraculous organism, and you have barely learned the most simple of its structures.¹ You do not understand the properties of soul or body, yet the body was given to you so that you could learn from it. [...]

(Jane was quite relaxed. [...]

I was so brave and tall.

[...] Jane was well dissociated. [...] She said her voice as she dictated sounded to her as though “it was two feet above my head.”

[...] Her voice this evening was rather soft; she used some pauses but they were not very long ones for the most part.)

[...] Jane was fully dissociated, unaware of all outside influences. [...]

[...] I have not spoken much concerning the dream universe, since first it was necessary that you understand the electrical actuality of emotions and thoughts. [...]

(Jane was in a “bitchy” mood as session time approached. Her manner was both funny and understandably sharp when I asked her if she had any questions for Seth tonight. [...] Her delivery was quite slow as the session opened.)

(By now Jane was moving into a more subdued form of that rolling, resonant delivery for Seth that she’d used in the last session.)

[...] Behind all that was the brilliant comprehension and cooperation of all of the units of consciousness that go to compose the body, each adding its own information and specific knowledge to the overall bodily organizations, and each involved in the most intricate fields of relationships, for the miracle of the body’s efficiency is the result of relationships that exist among all of its parts, connecting it to other levels of existence that do not physically appear.

[...] He was born with (long pause) all of those abilities—abilities by which he is now characterized—and with other abilities that in your terms still wait for development. [...]

(After an instant of surprise, ears up, he jumped down from the divan, across the coffee table between us, and up into Jane’s lap while she was still in trance. [...] Then the session was over.)

[...] He was six weeks old. [...]

[...] Your whole attitude showed the young man, however, that he was the one who must examine his own beliefs, and without immediately panicking him you showed by inference your own belief that his delusion was doing him considerable harm.

[...] The young man (see the 816th session proper) was really comparing his life and the earth unfavorably with an idealized imagined world, to which he could never return. [...]

[...] Ruburt would be walking properly if he did not believe there was something wrong with him.

Someone magically / took my leash off / and I was so scared /
I pretended it was / still there even / tighter than before.

[...] It seems to you, then, that the world began—or must have begun—at some point in the past¹ (a one-minute pause at 9:18), but that is like supposing that one piece of a cake is the whole cake, which was baked in one oven and consumed perhaps in an afternoon.

[...] Those inner fields of reference in which you have your existence are completely changing themselves as your experience is added to them, and your own (long pause) identity was couched in those references before birth as you understand it.

[...] So far in our discussion of his own situation, we have not for good reason touched upon certain material because he was not ready for it.

[...] I told her there was little I could add to my belief that the material was excellent indeed. [...]

It is as if you were reading a history book that was devoted only to the failures, cruelties and errors of the race, ignoring all of its accomplishments. [...]

[...] Jane’s delivery throughout this material was as forceful as it could be without increasing the volume of her Seth voice a great deal.)

[...] When you search it looking for what is wrong, then you become blind to what was right, in those terms, so that the past only mirrors the shortcomings that now face you.

[...] Today was warm — about 63 degrees — as I drove to 330. It was also rainy, and rained heavily later in the afternoon. [...]

[...] She was still uncomfortable, so I turned her on her side earlier than usual. She called, with Carla’s help, around 9:25, as I was typing this session, and said she felt better.)

[...] She was already on her back when I got to 330 today. [...]

[...] It is not viewed—this was a poor term—as much as it was experienced, for no portion of the personality can be viewed as an object.

[...] Jane said she was fairly well dissociated, and had been for the evening. As far as she was aware, she said, she hadn’t been reading any material lately that would have given rise to the content of the session.)

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

[...] I was most interested tonight as Seth discussed the implications of the letter, along with two thoughts Jane had picked up from him a week ago Monday, on the day she held the 915th session: “Alone, reason finally becomes unreasonable. [...] I wrote in the closing note for the session that I was disappointed because Seth hadn’t brought up those two points in the session itself.)

(No session was held Monday night so we could rest. [...]

[...] In that context, the imagination was tolerated at all only because it sometimes offered new technological inventions.

[...] Ruburt was distressed—not only by the individual’s situation, but by the philosophic implications. [...]