“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But until lately I didn’t really feel that was wrong; or feel that I was... [...]

[...] My eyes were bothering me some, but I typed some James this afternoon; then Frank came in at 3:30; and Margaret B. came in to visit; I was annoyed; tired of people about, etc., but tried to be pleasant; as we chatted I felt my right foot and ankle changing. [...]

[...] (There was some other stuff I got but I’ve forgotten it already.) Anyway the chapter was to be followed according to what I got, by one on frightened people who suddenly break out of old ideas, open their mental environments, and seemingly work miracles in their lives; like the old man, the old woman....

[...] That, at least initially, was my intention. [...]

[...] When you set up barriers and doors, then you enclose these thoughts within you—as if you stored up tons of bacon in your refrigerator and wonder why there was not enough room for anything else. [...]

[...] I can see, however, that my hardheaded lecture did some good as it was intended to do particularly in one area to my right (Florence). [...]

[...] And there was a tremendous effort involved individually to get spring going—to get the buds out...that the good things that we do that we don’t realize...you know we think of war—and we see all the evil we do; and that the good things we do, we often don’t realize—and that we actually form the seasons—the spring, the other seasons; and that the earth itself, the physical earth, is like the Garden of Eden in our subconscious. [...]

[...] It was very promising material, she told me, and could help change conventional ideas of therapy. [...] She was quite excited by the new ideas she’d presented herself with.

(Volume 2 will be marketed a few weeks in advance of Psyche, of course, as it should be, even though because of press scheduling the much shorter Psyche was printed first. [...]

[...] I was even messing around with book titles today, though I know I shouldn’t do that.”¹

Then in the 861st session itself — which was not for Mass Events, as stated — Seth briefly mentioned the material on ideals and impulses he’s been giving in recent book sessions. [...]

[...] The ideal of the country was and is an excellent one: the right of each individual to pursue an equitable, worthy existence, with dignity. The means, however, have helped erode that ideal, and the public interpretation of Darwin’s principles was, quite unfortunately, transferred to the economic area, and to the image of man as a political animal.

[...] Seth did discuss my dream of last night, explaining in some detail how I’d busily constructed a second dream self so that I could carry on a dialogue expressing creative impatience with myself: I was eager to embark upon new ventures in painting and writing, even while I was recording Mass Events for Jane and Seth, and preparing for publication.)

(Once again, Jane was uncomfortable because of the very humid evening.

You think the green house by the river was too much a box—but it was its open air of hospitality that bothered you—the wide windows open to the street. It was a box, but it was open, not shielded from the front.

[...] His response there was excellent for him, as you said. [...]

[...] The front entrance was not even used. [...]

[...] She was near tears. [...]

[...] Mitzi in the meantime had become thoroughly miserable, and I had determined that I was going to get a collar on her somehow. [...] Jane was doing the dishes. [...] I’d thought I might totally alienate her this time if she fought too hard, but such was not the case. [...]

[...] The evening was another beautiful one: It was dark already, with the hordes of cicadas and other insects sounding off in rhythmic chorus. [...]

[...] Today the trigger was furnished by another letter from a lady who lives in Kentucky. [...]

[...] (Pause.) That result was the inevitable follow-up of dogma. [...]

[...] At break though I was telling Jane that yesterday I had an intuitive flash similar to the second approach you described. Happened while I was taking a nap.”)

[...] She said she could see how to do the exercises while Seth was describing them.

[...] Jane had been in a good trance, and was bleary when she came out of it. [...]

[...] This session was held on January 8, 1969.

[...] As I told you once before, his “main life” was not here, in your terms. (See Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality.) In the realities in which you saw him in the dream state, he was a wanderer—lonely, from your viewpoint, not his. The dreams represented your symbolic understanding that he was “a loner” in the probability in which you knew him—and in that guise you saw your father.

James was serious and concerned. Seven was poking fun at religious conventions. [...]

[...] If you do not, your next earthly life will be a different one, where for example that information from the future did not take, or was not given.

[...] This harks back to old concerns, but was also tied into current events, and the growth of fundamentalism lately.

[...] At that time Jane was sitting at the kitchen table, perhaps seven feet from the open porch door. [...]

[...] I thought she may have yelled at the cats—but in the kitchen I saw that she was sitting at the table with shards of glass littering the rug at her feet. [...]

[...] Just as quickly, as we realized that she was unhurt, we also realized that something unusual had indeed taken place. [...]

[...] Your dream brought your fears to the surface of your mind, and when those fears became conscious both of you determined to show yourselves that Ruburt was indeed safe and protected. [...]

(On March 29, last Thursday, I failed to get to the hospital to see Jane for the first time since she was admitted last April 20. The reason was simple: a late snowstorm of very deep and heavy wet snow the night before, and continuing on into the next day, had split the Chinese elms in the back yard and caused the one nearest the garage to fall across the driveway, so I couldn’t get the car out of the garage. [...]

(Her Seth voice was quite good, although she used a number of long pauses.)

[...] She thinks that such was the case today.

(Even when the session was held, Jane’s delivery as Seth was for the most part rather quiet, comparatively subdued.

[...] She was quieter than usual through supper and up until session time; although she said she wanted to hold the session. [...]

[...] You have vast reservoirs of energy in particular, both of you, that have been blocked simply because the natural person was simply ignored, and beliefs of the social person taken as the indisputable ones. [...]

[...] He saw quite correctly that there was a great give-and-take between the two frameworks — your regular working one, Framework 1, and this other more comprehensive reality. He did not thoroughly understand, however, the creative ramifications involved, for it did not occur to him at the time that the prime work of your world was actually done by you in that other wider aspect of your existence.

The individuals who have to one extent or another perceived Framework 2 have, then, described it according to their own brief visits, taking it for granted “that the part was a representative sample of the whole.” [...]

1. Jane rather surprised me: I knew she had an interested if generalized awareness of the old theory of the ether (or the luminiferous ether), but I hadn’t realized she was well-enough acquainted with the idea to be able to verbalize it that succinctly for Seth. [...]

[...] By the last decades of the 19th century, and in line with Newtonian physics, the ether was postulated as an invisible, tasteless, odorless substance that pervaded all unoccupied space, and served as the medium for the passage of electromagnetic waves of light and other kinds of radiant energy, like heat — just as the earth itself serves as the medium for the transmission of seismic waves, for instance.

[...] (I was 44 years old and Jane was 34 when she initiated the Seth material late in 1963). [...] (This was true even when she was consciously unaware of what she was up to. [...]

The firm decision to do this was made when we were visited by Jane’s editor at Prentice-Hall, Tam Mossman, and a business colleague who accompanied him. By then it was obvious that in a couple of weeks Seth would be through with “Unknown” Reality, as we’d taken to calling it. [...]

[...] The very way Seth was presenting his material required this. Jane and I liked the idea because it meant something different from the two previous Seth books, but at the same time I was concerned that the notes would become too prominent. [...]

[...] “The ‘Unknown’ Reality was written to give … individuals glimpses into alternate patterns of reality. It was meant to serve as a map that would lead, not into another objectified universe per se, but into inner roads of consciousness. [...]

[...] Ruburt was on the verge of realizing his freedom this evening in many areas beside the physical, and the strong therapeutic process is at work.

Peggy (Gallagher) was so surprised at Ruburt’s ideas of the pictures that Ruburt saw clearly, though briefly, the projection involved on his part, but also on your own. [...]

[...] She added that she often thought of trying something that way, but that she hesitated to ask me to take the time to sit around in case nothing happened, since she knew I was trying to work as much as I could on the intro for Seth’s Dreams. My answer was that I’d gladly do the sitting around if she wanted to, on the chance that we might get some helpful material—especially about her own condition.

[...] She was angry and concerned. [...]

(Jane still dozed, but perhaps the dozing was qualified now, for how could it be related to her relaxing enough to go into trance? [...]

[...] Her voice was fairly steady, her eyes dark, and she took many pauses. [...]

[...] Just now, reading a letter from the editor of an occult journal I found myself mentally responding in James vein, saying: I am somewhat judicious, and therefore waited before responding”—and suddenly I saw—that I WAS SOMEWHAT JUDICIOUS—I AM SOMEWHAT JUDICIOUS and in my mind I’ve thought that I was if anything overly spontaneous and therefore to be watched lest my spontaneity contradict my “reason” as if on my own I had no “judiciousness”—and not seeing in fact that the symptoms were the result of —over-judiciousness. [...]

[...] Why didn’t it sell—did readers avoid it because it was Jane’s own book, or poetry, or both? [...] I was angry that our readers weren’t helping out by buying the book.

[...] The summer night was here, present to your senses. Had you at the same moment instead thought, for example, about Prentice-Hall in a negative way, or about any other negative event of the past or probable future, you would have responded to an event that in an important way was not immediately a part of the facts of the natural world.

[...] The importance of symbols was minimized, and intuitive thought to some extent, went out of style.

In the past, again, poetry was an important method of communication, but the “rationally” tuned mind suspects it. [...]

[...] How is it I vaguely remember a summer in a time in which I was strong and spontaneous and free? [...]

[...] You stood on your own two feet, and yet you remembered what was told to you and put it into operation and used it in your own way. [...]

[...] Was it a past life or this one?”)

It was, indeed, a past life, not in this one. [...]

[...] Her voice was very amused as she began the session; she smiled as she spoke.)

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

[...] There was an attraction, or the emotion would not have been permitted to enter into a realm close to ego control.

[...] The man, or ego, who has never really accepted such violence as a part of his action pattern, will usually have no conflicts in this particular line, simply because the inclination was never a strong part of the ego’s inner image, and is more or less discarded automatically, along with all those other characteristics or inclinations which are not in his ego pattern.