“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] However the urgency was apparent; since it was given in a sudden unscheduled session that much came through. [...] I wanted him to leave before he was offered the position. It may not, the position may not really mean much to him, but its acceptance by him was taken as a sign of his willingness to accept conditions at the gallery, and his resignation will not be as understandable to those there as it would have been earlier.

The material partially was picked up or initiated by Ruburt on a subconscious level from Mrs. Borst, who was I believe at the gallery during that time. There was a Frank Watts. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] It was a very vivid one, and quite unpleasant, and Jane told me about it as soon as she awoke. [...] She had the dream on the night of Sunday, August 30; and the next day she was given the assistant directorship at the gallery.)

(Just before the session was due, Jane remarked that she hoped Seth would discuss the Frank Watts material, thus saving me the trouble of asking the question during the session. [...] Her pacing was also rather fast, her eyes dark as usual.)

[...] Neither was aware that the other was receiving the thoughts, answering them. [...] Your father was in the living room and your mother in the bedroom. [...]

[...] It was in late fall or winter, early evening. You very clearly picked up the thoughts, convinced yourself that imagination was involved, but knew very well it was not.

[...] If she was in a trance now it was a very light one. Seth was not involved. [...]

[...] Emma had bought a new satin gown that day, and my mother was jealous. She was also mad at my father because he couldn’t afford such things for her. Jane said she “was sort of aware of a dress, and a telephone conversation between your mother and Emma.”

[...] The party was held in several small crowded rooms, plus a large room. The main hostess was a woman, Judy Carlyle, who is affiliated with the poverty program. Mrs. Carlyle’s husband was present in an unofficial capacity, and was introduced to Peggy.

(Jane said she was confused while giving the data “A connection with an address that is not your own.” She wasn’t sure Seth meant an address that was ours, or was not ours, so she tried to relax and let it come through without distortion. [...]

[...] By the 24th session he was dealing with the problems involved in communicating with us. By the 63rd session he was explaining his state as energy not materialized into mass; this after telling us in the 54th session that Jane, Seth and I had been part of the same entity once; he could not tell us this earlier, he said, because Jane and I would have immediately jumped to the conclusion that he was part of Jane’s subconscious mind.

(Peggy thought the group was very rude. The group was silenced by Shriver and told to wait for a later meeting with him. The group itself, Peggy said, was obviously very angry. [...]

[...] When Jane called him the lawyer told Jane that his client was a 27-year-old schizophrenic who’d confessed to killing a certain woman he’d met in a Seth class both attended some years ago. [...] Now he was on trial. Jane didn’t ask for details on the case, but instead explained to the lawyer something of Seth’s ideas so that the attorney could use that material in his defense, making it clear that above all Seth was not for violence, even though the prosecuting attorney was evidently trying to make the defendant sound as though it was okay to kill because reincarnation was a fact: Since we all lived other lives, no one could really kill anyone. [...]

(It turned out that the wife claimed her husband was not trying to capitalize on Seth, that they both respected highly the Seth material, and that as we had suspected he had written Jane several years ago telling her about his Seth. [...] Jane told Carole that it was okay to use the Seth name as long as claims weren’t made that the two Seths were one and the same, especially the Seth who was producing the Seth books. Jane was reassured that no such claims were being made. [...]

[...] For both events obviously involved effects her work was having in that outside world we shied away from: Seth, it seemed, had even managed to make his way into a court of law, the very fabric of our society; and regardless of whether he was praised or knocked, his ideas were “officially” discussed. And the medium, Thomas Massari, was basically spreading Seth’s ideas among the so-called leaders of at least segments of our society: M.D.’s, psychotherapists, and others in the medical field. Even if, as we thought likely, all was not strictly honest on the medium’s part.

(Jane was angered by this material [the second batch; I’d already sent Tam the first communication, asking for his help], and decided to call the medium, Thomas Massari, since a number was listed. [...] [It would be interesting to get material from you-know-who on this whole question of others claiming to speak for Seth.] No shouting or anger was involved in the call. [...]

[...] But that power went nowhere, for Ruburt’s father was physically free while his mother was not. [...] If will and power meant relative immobility but purpose—and purpose was what he had—then in the past he chose that above what he thought of as laxness, relaxation, and physical freedom that might mean frittering away ability, a relaxation in which nothing was accomplished.

[...] Ruburt blocked out emotional spontaneity, feeling that his father was lax. You blocked out emotional spontaneity, feeling that your mother’s was detrimental to creative isolation. [...] You trusted it however only because it was merged with creative purpose. [...]

(Jane was very relaxed after supper, but she wanted to have the session. The period of ease had begun this afternoon, and was still in effect at session time. [...]

[...] The soreness in the joints will now begin to diminish simply because the first activation was bound to present some friction as the joints began to move from a state of relative rigidity. [...] (Jane was experiencing these effects today and tonight, etc.)

(The session was held in our front room. Jane spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, and once again her pace was slow; at times during this first delivery it was as slow as I can remember during any session. Jane was not smoking. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual for a first delivery. She knew Seth was being deliberate, she said, but was not aware that half an hour had passed. [...]

[...] Peggy Gallagher was visiting Jane on the evening I made the print used as the envelope object, on Sunday, February 27. After I was through with my efforts Bill arrived. As we recall he was not wearing his glasses on that particular evening. [...]

(Jane still used pauses, but her pace was much faster when she resumed. She was not smoking. [...]

[...] As stated the 242nd session was held on Wednesday March 16. Peggy did not appear because she was given an out-of-town assignment for Wednesdsay evening. She was actually given the assignment on Tuesday, March 15, in the afternoon. On page 30 it is stated Peggy does not recall the exact time she was told about the assignment except that it was not too late in the afternoon. Seth had mentioned 3 PM during the 242nd session, and Peggy said it was possible. [...] Peggy is sure however that she was given the assignment no later than 3 PM.)

(The crisis involving health concerns Peggy’s employer, the general manager of the paper, who was in the hospital with heart trouble for several days last week. The general manager was also responsible for sending Peggy out of town on assignment. In addition, there was another crisis involving the general manager at the paper last week, and this material is also to be found on page 30. This upset concerned the general manager and the city editor, and the whole newspaper staff was present on request.

(Jane was most emphatic in giving this material, speaking in a good voice and with many gestures. Her pace was also good. [...] Peggy had been taking pictures, and as far as I could tell Jane was not bothered.)

[...] Peggy was going to take flash pictures of Jane while she was in trance; Jane’s publisher had asked to see some material of this kind. [...]

[...] The assistant mechanic told me there was something wrong with the filter cap and that it could not be tightened sufficiently to prevent an oil leak. His boss was busy and asked me to stop back later, after he’d had a chance to look at the car. [...] Watching the assistant, as he struggled to tighten the cap, I had the distinct feeling he didn’t know too well what he was doing, and that the amount of force he was using could strip the threads and really delay the trip if a new part had to be found, then replaced. [...]

[...] Jane said it was our car, though I was sure she could not see it, actually, well enough to know for sure. But it was our car, ready for us. [...] She was, she said, determined to go on vacation Saturday morning.)

Because his conscious desire was based strongly upon inner emotional need, and not opposed to it, and because the emotional need at that time was powerful, that is his need to leave on vacation, and because he remembered our discussion on expectation, he was able to utilize both conscious and unconscious energies. [...]

(Jane’s cold was not much better, and as session time drew near she said that unless Seth helped her considerably there would be no session, for she was having difficulty talking.

(The 65th envelope experiment was held. The object was the bill I received for the purchase of Masonite in Wellsburg, NY, on Friday, July 15,1966. [...] Jane was present at the lumber company in Wellsburg when the bill was made out, but like me at the time she paid no particular attention to it, and hadn’t seen it since then.

(The death connection enters in because the bill was filled out by the worker at the lumberyard who obtained and cut the Masonite so it would fit into our station wagon. [...] He described to us in some detail how he had a portrait of himself drawn during the Second World War, when he was overseas. [...] The conversation was unusual in that the worker explained how the artist drew his face as though it was symmetrical, whereas in reality it is quite asymmetrical, with an impaired eye.

(The regularly scheduled session for last Wednesday, July 27,1966, was not held because Jane was ill for several days. Her pendulum told her the illness was brought on by a case of nerves and panic over the forthcoming publication of her ESP book. [...]

[...] She was also smoking. Her pace was average, so was her voice.)

[...] His performance, Joseph, was extremely heartening, since he trusted his own intuitions this time; that he did not pound his head against the wall, as in the past. He was correct in his afternoon insight. The book was his spiritual and intellectual battleground (the dream book), and this was paralleled by the physical symptoms; the physical battlefield. [...]

[...] She was well aware of the difference in the two effects. In the second effect, Jane said she felt a distinct trembling in her chin as it was lowered against her chest, but Peg and I hadn’t observed this. [...] Jane knew the voice was muffled and strained; it was a completely new experience for her.

[...] This was her first experience with this type of session. Her control this time was obviously much better although this was only the second such effort.)

[...] It should be noted here that the dream book was rejected last week by the first publisher to see it, Doubleday; but oddly enough Jane feels the idea was at least partly sparked, for the new book, by this rejection.)

(The session was held in our large front room. [...] She was smoking, and her eyes began to open and close often. Her pace was good, her voice average.)

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] She said Seth was going on with this material when he abruptly realized what time it was.

[...] The idea in choosing it was to simulate a test in which an object chosen by a third party was used; then this third party would interpret the data, leaving Jane and me free, so to speak. [...] The object was chosen by Lorraine Shafer, and to some extent she helped us interpret the resulting data.

(It was now time for the 31st Dr. Instream test. [...] She used many short pauses, but her pace overall was fairly good. [...]

As mentioned before, he was told to slow down, told he would burn himself out before he was twenty. He climbed through belief systems with an unerring sense of direction, but as he toppled one there was always another. When he finished with the Catholic church, for example, he was certain that the secular, academic world offered the answers to the questions ignored, he felt, by religion. But that world of beliefs also was found highly limiting. [...]

The next was the system of science. And for some time he felt it to be a framework in which man could discover the truth about himself, and his relationship with the universe—but always there was the hope that some established system was there someplace. So while he rebelled against any given framework he was also certain that one did exist.

[...] It was necessary in the old frame of reference, that he believe his body could not work properly. It was a method of operation that allowed him to go ahead with what he felt was reasonable caution. While it limited his inner and outer potential to some degree, he still felt overall that he was going ahead as fast as he dared to.

[...] As a youngster the messages from others came so quickly that he was diagnosed as having an overactive thyroid gland. Actually, he was receiving “unofficial” messages that are usually neurologically censored. [...]

(Tam was a little nervous as time for the session approached, and Jane was also. The situation was not without its humorous and friendly aspects, and the session began a few minutes early. [...]

This was near Bordeaux, but by near Bordeaux I mean it was the largest city. Now the order had to do with St. John, and there was a crest either belonging to the order or belonging to our friend’s family: a four-tonged fork, with a serpent above the upper portion of the handle in the foreground, and in the background either a castle or a monastery.(Bordeaux, seaport SW France.)

[...] There was a limp in the left foot that was there always in that existence. [...] Who was at hand did the work at hand.

[...] Jane’s trance had been deeper this time, and she was slower coming out of it. [...] She was very relaxed at break, and told us that Seth was keeping her half under so as to make her resumption as Seth easier; she could reach trance depth quicker.

[...] Seth also included suggestions for Marian regarding therapeutic dreams; at breaks Jane and I explained what we could, but left feeling there was much we didn’t have time to include. [...] The last time she was a female she was childless; Seth stressed quite often that this subconscious memory had much to do with her strong desire for children in this life.)

(A long unscheduled session was held at the home of our landlord, James Spaziani, on the above date. It was attended only by Jane, myself and Marian Spaziani, the wife of our landlord, although others were present in the house.

(The session was entirely unplanned and spontaneous. An unusual feature was that Jane spoke in either a very low voice or a whisper for the whole session. [...]

[...] Her husband was at work and did not get home until after the session. [...] The children did not know the session was taking place; from their viewpoints we must have appeared like three adults who sat talking, and closed the doors because they didn’t want to be bothered.

The search for truth in the beginning was carried on within the framework of the church. In a way he was rewarded for conventional thought, and punished for unconventional thought. His poetry was accepted and praised artistically, when the ideas agreed with dogma.

The church was a support in the household against his mother. When the poetry was thus criticized, Ruburt was afraid the support would be withdrawn. [...]

The Catholic church, incidentally, as he knew it, while admitting the mystic experience, was highly suspicious of him in that regard. He was recognized as the too intent, emotional and mystical personality, and to some extent distrusted.

The material you received from him was quite correct. At another level he feared that his relationship with me was the result of unconscious fraud, and trickery, that he had indeed become the false prophet, and conned you and everyone else, including himself.

This was the first sign of any kind of telepathy or clairvoyance in the sessions. Phil was really astonished, and so was I.

The session lasted until 11:30 P.M. Rob was reassured by Seth’s statements about my ability to handle dissociation, and by his responsible attitude. I was, too, but I kept thinking of the remark in Dr. Stevenson’s letter. “Of course, Seth said that everything was okay,” I said. [...]

[...] They disappeared without medication, and we think that the knowledge Rob gained through these sessions was responsible. [...] He used to sit in it to take session notes and for a while it was the only chair in which he was comfortable. [...]

In early February, Rob wrote to Dr. Ian Stevenson, who was connected with the Department of Neurology and Psychology at the University of Virginia. Dr. Stevenson was interested in reincarnation, and we had just read about his work. [...]

(Again, it was a very hot and humid evening. A light rain was falling by 8:55 PM, and the Pipers had not appeared. Although Jane did not seem nervous, I knew she was nervous to some degree because of the prospect of new witnesses.

(By now, Jane’s delivery was much more vigorous, her voice quite loud and strong. Now she walked over to a cane chair that was unoccupied.)

He was an alchemist. [...] One life was in a country close to what you now call Palestine, I believe approximately 832 A.D., and in this life the accident occurred.

He was indeed at that time as superstitious as the rest. In a battle, he was killed by a Moor. [...]

The early remarks by the young psychologist had thoroughly frightened him, and he was not ready to go into the deeper implications. He was quite simply terrified. [...] But as foolish as that sounds, you see, it was based on these roles that you both accepted.

[...] It was simply not possible for me to give you more information at that time than I could. It was precisely, you see, the relationship between spontaneity and discipline operating between yourselves, that was projected upon the sessions, and inhibited any spontaneous comments I could make.

[...] Now it is true that withheld sexual energy can be diverted to creative aims, but in your cases it was the feeling of daily emotional nourishment that was sometimes lacking.

You would be grateful then when Ruburt did originate such a crisis, simply because the pressure behind the repressed feelings was more painful then, so that it was defeating its own purpose. [...]

[...] All was quiet in the halls re Teresa and Christine, though before Jane was through the emergency alarm sounded by the elevators outside our door. A patient in 333A was having heart problems—so the people came running down the hall pushing the emergency heart/breathing machine, including Doctor Fred Kardon, who said hello as he passed 330. [...]

(I was appalled as what I was seeing began to sink in. So was Jane. [...]

[...] I was certainly glad that she had the session, I told Jane, for it contained excellent news. I was nearly elated, and felt again that surge of hope and expectation that I’ve come to learn is so valuable. [...] I told Jane the little session was her best yet—that if it would do any good I’d put it up on the wall. [...]

(Jane was doing well when I got to 330; her catheter is working okay. The day was 32 degrees, with the snow melting somewhat. [...]

(At first I thought it was a trick of sunlight—which was quite diluted as it came through the room’s east windows—but all of a sudden I stopped to look at the painting as it sat on the shelf I’d built high up on the south wall just inside the door. For a moment I was almost transfixed—for the painting, I suddenly saw, was alive. [...] It was a meeting of eyes.

(One of the first thoughts that came to mind after I realized what was happening was Jane’s book on Rembrandt. [...] I felt this without checking the book to see if I was right.

(It was raining gently by the time I got to the hospital. [...] The first thing I noticed was the better configuration of the bone in her right ankle, which was uppermost due to her position. [...]

[...] It was getting late in the afternoon and I told her she should turn over on her side soon, to get off her back for an hour before supper. [...] And once again she came through with a session almost before I was expecting it. This time her Seth voice was stronger than it has been, and a bit deeper.)