“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In such a way, religion, echoing your state of consciousness, was able to harness the powers of love and use them for purposes of domination. [...] A man’s love and devotion was a political gain. Fervor was as important as a government’s treasury, for a state could count upon the devotion of its lieutenants in the same way that many fanatics will work without money for a cause.

[...] They became unified only through religious visions or experiences, for only God’s love was seen as “good enough” to justify a sexuality otherwise felt to be animalistic. [...] Because of interpretations mentioned earlier in this book, you adopted a prominent line of consciousness that to a certain extent was bent upon dominating nature. [...]

[...] Since his work was new, he had only faith in himself to go on, and that faith was indeed shaky at times.

[...] She was exhilarated. [...]

[...] Everyone agreed that it was much better than the first of the two, so that’s taken care of. [...]

(9:33) I have said—too often—that the body was not diseased, and it is not. [...]

[...] Her delivery was somewhat different this evening. I thought she was reacting to our own environment. [...] Jane would deliver a sentence, then pause longer than usual, so that her accustomed rhythm was a little off.)

[...] Jane was out of her trance quickly. [...] Nevertheless, she was surprised that almost half an hour had passed.

[...] Your body is not beautiful or ugly, healthy or deformed, swift or slow simply because this is the kind of body that was thrust upon you indiscriminately at birth. [...]

(Jane was so uncomfortable from the hot and humid weather last night that she didn’t hold the regularly scheduled session. The temperature reached 94 degrees yesterday; at bedtime it was still 75, with a humidity of 68%. [...]

[...] I was almost chilly in my cutoffs as we sat for the session at 8:30. [...]

He continued, however, to remind himself that he was not going to worry about tomorrow today, regardless. [...]

[...] I told Jane it was very good. [...]

When Ruburt finished his project (God of Jane), he found himself with all of that time that was supposed to be used (underlined). He also became aware once again of his limitations, physically speaking: There was not much, it seemed, he could do but work, so he took the rational approach — and it says that to solve the problem you worry about it.

[...] But it was not work, you see. What he needed to do was really relax, not prove that he could or should or must immediately begin another book. [...]

[...] When you were both working on those projects your cultural time was taken up in a way you found acceptable. [...]

(9:25.) When the projects were done, particularly with Ruburt, there was still the cultural belief that time should be so used (underlined), that creativity must be directed and disciplined to fall into the proper time slots. [...]

Frances got something I thought was quite nice. [...] Hope found hereself in a fantastic meadow, you know, serene, everything was just great. [...] That week for me had been hectic in that more than usual I was getting telephone calls.... [...]

[...] With the Black Thing, those of you who remember the Seth Material and the Black Thing, which was representative of my fears at that time and that I had created them and reacted to them. [...]

(12:04 A.M. Jane was soon out of her trance, but it had been a very good one nevertheless. [...]

[...] But this time, she thought, she’d been alert: When she realized that the material was “running through her,” as she often puts it [meaning she isn’t aware of Seth’s presence], she sat up, turned on a night light, and began to record the data on the pad she keeps on her bedside table. [...]

1. Seth’s material here about dream solutions reminded me of a few lines just about all that were saved — from a poem Jane wrote when she was 17 years old:

I was unsectioned,

The child will be completely absorbed in the merry-go-round ride that was directly experienced. [...]

[...] I wanted to continue dictation, even though the session was brief. [...]

[...] She was uncomfortable.)

[...] The geese looked very vulnerable against the massive roll of the earth beneath them, but this was an illusion: Like every other entity on earth, each one of those birds knew very well what it was doing. Each was well equipped to seek out its individual value fulfillment.

[...] I would interpret the blueness of the finger as a probably [sic] indication that the medication was right on target but tended to make things worse before it got better. [...] However, I think there may have been more activity there than was desirable so I am glad you have gone back to the old medication. [...]

[...] In fact, the quality of the tapes we made was superior to any made before the machine ceased working several months ago. [...] The last session we recorded was the 70th, on July 13,1964, with John Bradley as a witness.

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

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

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

(The session was held in apartment 4, across the hall from our living room. Jane’s pace was good, her eyes open most of the time, her voice quiet.)

[...] Seth said this because I was tired tonight. [...]

The data was also given as I told you by speakers before the time of recognized written language. [...]

[...] In the Denmark life the love of the visual was still with you, but you were trying to allow yourself greater freedom with it, to feel the freedom of adding to what you saw, but you felt a great reluctance to do so. [...]

(I might add that yesterday I opened a letter from the BBC — the British Broadcasting Corporation — that was dated in January. [...] Maybe that was connected to my feeling of anticipation …

(Once again, Jane’s Seth voice was good, with the usual pauses.)

(Of course, the advice to take Jane home was exactly what she wanted herself, so one could say a bit bluntly that she was merely saying what she consciously wanted. [...]

[...] Today’s question was simple enough—but I wanted to know what would be different at the house when she returned home this time, compared to the situation at the house before she went into the hospital. [...]

[...] Jane said she was well dissociated during both experiments. [...] She recalled having one image, and this was associated with the cross sign she had made.

[...] The third question sought to find out who the other woman was beside Jane. [...] Again, Miss Callahan gave Jane the parent begonia which furnished eventually the office begonia; a drawing of the office begonia was used as the envelope object for tonight.

[...] (One of our cats nearly killed a young robin today, and Jane is trying to nurse it back to health.) The episode however was one of a series of interruptions of your private hours, and I do seriously recommend that you be allowed your work period without disturbance.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual, she said. [...]

[...] Florence knelt before Sue, and Sue was stunned—for a second. Then Sue put her hand on Florence’s head, and Florence got up and they embraced, and it was over.... [...]

(It was quite warm in 330 this afternoon, and Jane was often uncomfortable.)

[...] The temperature was 60 degrees when I left for 330. [...]

[...] It was after 9:10 p.m. before I began typing this session.

Dawn is breaking.
Why should I lie in bed
worrying about my body or the world?
Before time was recorded
dawn has followed dusk
and all the creatures of the earth
have been couched
in the loving context
of their times.

[...] It was a fear hidden in my deepest aspects….”

[...] She was brought up as a Roman Catholic, and more than passionately embraced that faith. Yet she was early subjected to the church’s rigid opposition to the whole idea of reincarnation because, strangely enough, even in her very youthful poetry she dealt with the forbidden subject (although not by name). [...] This is very evident in her second and latest book of poetry, If We Live Again: Or, Public Magic and Private Love, which was published in December of last year (1981). [...]

[...] In a way, and in those terms, this also applies in Jane’s case when she contacts Seth, even on the “psychological bridge” those two have constructed between them: When Seth tells us that his last physical life was in Denmark in the 1600s, then Jane and I represent future physical selves of his. [...] He is nevertheless an extension and materialization of the Seth that I was at one time.”

[...] That was to be expected, of course, for by then our concentration was directed almost wholly into the area of symptoms. [...]

[...] Related here are actions she thought she was participating in with me, say, yet when she “woke up,” she discovered we hadn’t done any of those things. [...] “I don’t know what I was doing in my chair,” she said at 11:05 A.M. yesterday; she’d fallen asleep after telling me she had to use the commode. [...]

(The day was much cooler and rainy. Jane was on her back again when I got to 330. The fan was on part of the time because of the exceptional humidity, though. [...]