“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The bedroom in which your brother died was yellow. The sea was not far off, or at least water of a fairly large body. Downstairs was a shop owned by your brother’s father, who was not your father this time. [...]

Last night was very instructive in many ways, though for a pair of partners you two are sometimes no helpmates. [...] Last night was no 4th-of-July fireworks, but it was your first such experience.

Now Loren was a priest in the Roman Catholic church. I’m sorry, I’m not sure if this was in Wales or in France. The monastery was of gray brick. [...]

[...] I was surprised. The entity never was an earthling—completely different plane. [...]

[...] The feeling was predominant in her right hand and index finger especially. Jane had a let-down feeling during this break when she was able to relax, and said she needed the longer rest. Her voice was normal when she began dictating again. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] When I made fists there was a stretching and thick feeling in them. [...] It was not painful in any way, merely a most intriguing feeling of engorgement. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated to a fair degree. [...] Her voice was normal. [...]

Ruburt was your son, as you well know. And he was a painter, so that the art gallery is an ironic place for Ruburt and this woman to meet.

The personality was never consciously aware of the initial meeting. [...] At one time some years ago, at a writers’ conference, she became involved in circumstances that could have led to her psychic development before she was ready. The psychological climate at that time, of those involved, initiated the conditions, and without realizing what she was about our friend [Jane] went into a trance.

I had known of her psychic gifts since her childhood, but the insights necessary were channeled through the poetry until the personality attained the necessary background that was needed in this particular case. In the affair just mentioned, therefore, I was informed and saw to it that the episode ended and was not pursued.

[...] Jane was out of her trance easily. [...] She was quite surprised to learn that an hour had passed, however. [...]

[...] Out of this episode — which we did not understand was a trance for several years afterward — evolved a group of writers, Jane among them, who called themselves “The Five.” [...] The four other writers in the group were much better known than Jane was.)

(The pendulum session was not a success, in my opinion. I didn’t think Jane asked specific-enough questions, that she was somehow reluctant to or unable to do so—even that she appeared to be somewhat ill at ease while using it. She was upset of course, and so was I. I went to bed very unhappy with our situation—and I suppose that that feeling helped lead me to the group of statements below the next morning, and this session.

(9:46.) The closest answer I can give you, I thought, was clear in tonight’s session, but to clear it further: (Long pause.) He believed that his motion was blocked, that belief was physically expressed. It was to bring the situation out into the open, as indeed the feelings of panic also served to make him consciously aware of the difficulty—a difficulty that basically has to do with psychological motion and growth. [...]

(I did not understand what there was to work on about going to the john, since it was absolutely essential that one do so. [...] It was all too obvious that she had reacted to her problems about as far as she could go, at least in that direction.

(A remark she made yesterday probably had helped crystallize my own new determination to do something about what seemed to be a badly eroding situation: She said that Tam had recently told her that Mass Events was due to be published on the 13th—today—with God of Jane due out early in May. [...] I knew they were due out soon, but slipped up in my own awareness that their publication could—would cause her additional problems; my opinion was based on her paper of last December, in which she wrote that from its very inception she had been concerned about the reception Mass Events would be accorded by various elements of the public.

(Seth was quite emphatic here, and half humorous. [...] I found myself doing this in many spots through the session, though half of it, I believe, was in frustration. Jane’s delivery throughout was fairly rapid.)

In other words, he felt that unless he was using his abilities fully, and was spiritually, creatively and psychically perfect, he should mar his physical performance. His idea of honesty and his literal interpretation led him to the idea after the worst part of his difficulties were over, that he should keep some of the symptoms to show he was not a hypocrite to others.

[...] It was not so much that Ruburt was jealous of my book, as it was that he felt he should distrust anything that came so easily.

[...] He was afraid you would be jealous of the book, and hurt, and his panic was of your reaction.

[...] As usual, the little light on her bureau to my right was on. [...] I was quite sleepy, and fell into a state between waking and sleeping. Then I became aware that once again I was perceiving “the light of the universe,” as Seth calls it. This experience was milder than my three previous ones, but was still most intriguing.

[...] I realized that while lying on my back with my head turned a bit to the right, I was definitely looking to my left, at the top of a plain, solid wooden door to a room — and that my viewpoint was up, just above the top of the door in its frame, which was close to a low ceiling. The door was dark on my side, and was open toward me perhaps three inches at the most.

In the deepest of terms it was not reasonable (underlined) to nearly assume that a disclaimer, if used, would therefore be retroactively and then continuously used. It was not a conclusion based upon fact, but a conclusion based upon a reason that applied to one probability only, one series of probable acts — or based upon the probable act of a disclaimer being used to begin with.¹ So again, what we are dealing with is an overall lesson in the way in which the reasoning mind has been taught to react. [...]

“Now behind the door was a brilliant pulsing light — but I could see only the small portion of it at the top of the nearly-shut door. [...] I knew what I was creating. [...]

[...] Temp up to 101.4 — Jane was angry. Shannon said the reading was up because it was a hot, muggy day.

[...] The rainfall was so dense at times that I could hardly see where I was going. It was both refreshing and exhilarating.)

The individuals involved may then return to normal consciousness, but if they talked or muttered while the affair was happening, any observers might take it for granted that delirium was involved. [...]

The Christ drama is a case in point, where private and mass dreams were then projected outward into the historical context of time, and then reacted to in such a way that various people became exterior participants — but in a far larger mass dream that was then interpreted in the most literal of physical terms. Even while it was, it also got the message across, though the inner drama itself was not recalled; and as the dream merged with historical events, and as it was interpreted by so many, its message also became distorted — or rather, it mixed and merged with other such dreams, whose messages were far different.

[...] “I knew there was some connection between the Christ thing and what’s happening in the world today, and that was it. I like it when it’s fun, and that was fun. That was a nice smooth state of consciousness.

(The last session we presented in Mass Events, the 841st, was held on March 14. [...] Going over these two sets of material was routine; nothing had to be returned, and in each case Jane called Tam Mossman at Prentice-Hall to give her approval and to make a few suggestions for changes. [...]

(Actually, the session might better be called a Jane/Seth session, in that Jane’s own consciousness was often uppermost, riding upon Seth’s underlying and steadying influence. [...] As we sat at the kitchen table discussing her work, Jane felt that she could go into a trance state that was her own for a change, instead of being in “just” a Seth trance. [...]

One of the beliefs then was a strong joint one that you had to protect your energy at all costs, and block out any worldly distractions. Ruburt with his practical mind interpreted this more literally than you, and physical restriction was a part of his natural early environment, as it was not in yours. [...] This was a natural result of his method.

[...] Ruburt used his will to solve one challenge: he was determined to find the kind of mate that would best suit him, and his own unique characteristics. That intent was in his mind.

[...] But the power of Ruburt’s will was not directed in those terms. [...] We are still working on one challenge,” so it seemed, finally, that he was powerless or helpless to alter the rigidity of his body.

Until today he did not realize that the intent of his will was purposefully directed to keep the body down. In larger terms, you cannot say that this was a good or a bad method. [...]

(The session was held in our quiet back room. [...] Her voice was quiet, picking up a little volume as the session progressed. Her speed of dictation was slow, with pauses, in the beginning, but by first break had attained its usual rather fast pace.)

[...] But what it was always changes, but that which was is always taken along.

It was no coincidence that you both took today off. The freedom was excellent for you both, and I am simply giving you the opportunity to regenerate your energies. [...]

That which was is constantly taken into what you call the present. [...]

He was not even making any money at his writing. [...] All of this was accomplished through suggestion. In a variety of ways, Ruburt was rewarded for mental and psychic spontaneity. [...] He was discouraged from physical activity, and social spontaneity. [...] There was no need to change for some time.

When you were discussing the letter from the young English gentleman, Ruburt was impressed with his progress. You said “But he was walking,” meaning that Ruburt was not. [...]

[...] I used the word “heavy” several times also, meaning that she could be aware of the normal weight of her body, but later wondered if it was a good word to use. [...] After I’d finished Jane said that although the experience was enjoyable she didn’t feel “anything great.” [...]

[...] Jane was so relaxed that she could hardly walk. [...] I got her a sweater. The expression Jane used to describe her state was that she felt “more physically content” than she had for a long time.

Locally, there were some general beliefs held: The Elmira region was economically depressed and considered to be in a backwash area of the state of New York, yet the condition was not bad enough for crisis aid. [...] There was no inspiring local leadership, and a variety of different kinds of individuals felt ill at ease, depressed and forced to the wall.

[...] It was in a state of near ruin and needed drastic help. City government was suddenly confronted with a reality that had little to do with conference rooms. [...] The feeling of hopelessness was out in the open for all to see, and therefore action could be taken.

(11:29.) There was some racial tension, hints of impending riots that did not occur. A very capable mayor who had been in office for some time was defeated. [...]

[...] Again, this was not accidental. It was an attempt on the part of fundamental denominations to solve the problems at another level, through an influx of religious identification, conversion, and enthusiasm.

In the beginning he was caught between sheer fury and desperation. His first hardcover was out, and instead of changing the situation for the better he was faced with a job after writing full time.

[...] The only thing we knew about it was, after all, talk that the owner had installed it for therapeutic relief from arthritis. We had no idea if Jane’s pendulum data was the magic we were looking for, but at least we hadn’t considered this idea before. [...]

(Jane was so wrought up that at first she thought a session might not develop. [...] Much more talk followed; we speculated about ramifications stemming from the idea that the house was involved. [...]

Your resentment of Spaziani when he sold was projected upon him. It was anger mainly at yourself. [...]

[...] He was born with that capacity, having chosen the course. The capability was there then long before it showed itself.

[...] I agreed that it was but my interpretation of that significance wasn’t as positive as Seth’s, I’m afraid. I didn’t ask Jane what her interpretation of this significance was, by the way. [...]

(Perhaps I was overly tired. [...] Eight years was much too much for such an experience....

Ruburt’s cautionary attitude was his way of maintaining balance. [...] Your own unswerving desire to paint is your impetus, as writing was Ruburt’s and is, so that your knowledge would be interpreted in those terms—as, if you continue, it will be.

If a man was a sinner, still there was a way of redemption, and the immortality of the soul went largely unquestioned, of course. [...] Church was the authority, and the individual lived out his or her life almost automatically structuring personal experience so that it fit within the accepted norm.

(Pause.) It was in many respects a new world, for it was the first one in which large portions of humanity believed that they were isolated from nature and God, and in which no grandeur was acknowledged as a characteristic of the soul. [...]

[...] Sue took us up on the idea this time, though — and was both exhilarated and terrified when Tam, who was instantly enthusiastic, asked her for an outline and a couple of chapters. [...] The writing of the first chapter was agonizing and slow….” [...]

[...] In June, with no hard feelings involved on anybody’s part, Jane withdrew Emir from consideration at Prentice-Hall when the decision was made there to publish the story in two volumes; on July 12, Eleanor Friede at Delacorte Press accepted Emir for publication as a single book. [...] Jane finished typing her manuscript for Seven Two on October 3, and I helped her correct that book for mailing on October 9. My own mailings for Volume 2 continued until the 21st of the month, when at last that very long project was completed and out of the house in its entirety for the first time. [...]

(Jane had done little motion exercising because of my going over the session, though I’d told her to if she felt like it as I was reading. [...] The day was cool and rainy, and then snowy—I’d opened a curtain, and I could see a rather heavy wet snow falling upon the trees, rooftops, streets, people and cars. [...]

[...] During our conversation Jane said that today—November 4—was her mother’s birthday. [...] I finally guessed it was April 9—but it’s July 9. I remembered father’s birthday okay—July 20. [...]

[...] I also said I wanted to go over the past sessions with her today, because I was concerned that we’d get out of the habit of reviewing them so as to keep them in mind. [...]

[...] We were interrupted by Susie, who took her temperature—97.1—as I was reading the session for October 28. [...]

[...] Then she said that as a young child she was always uneasy at home when it was too quiet—that those were the times when she worried about what her mother was up to. [...]

[...] The private image of the person was largely unknown. [...] The line between the public and the private was much more clearly drawn. [...]

[...] It was that although Jane’s eye condition might be caused by my delays with getting “Unknown” Reality to the public, another reason was also involved: namely, that she saw the revealing notes I did for “Unknown” as a threat also.)

(Jane was getting that “slightly sicky feeling in my stomach” as we talked about fears. [...] She was yawning again and again. [...]

[...] In certain terms, Ruburt was in contact with your parents the other afternoon. Their images, however, were creative constructions, but the communication itself was valid. Unfortunately, it was also an example of what happens when the official line of consciousness steps into the dream state, as Ruburt realized your father was dead, and at that level then decided he could not be here.

(“This afternoon I was wondering how Jim Poett was making out—not when the article will be published [in the Village Voice], but what he thinks of what he’s doing.”)

(Today I looked over a Time-Life book on the ancient civilizations of the Americas—the Aztecs, Incas, Mixtecs, etc, and once more was impressed by their amazing abilities as far as architecture, carving, weaving, astronomy, etc., went. [...]

[...] But she changed her mind, obviously; then at 9:25 she told me she knew what Seth was going to talk about: “The horizontal consciousness.”)

Malba insisted that she was the same girl I saw die in Levonshire, England, in my earlier trance, except that her death had taken place when she was fourteen, not seventeen as I had reported. She told Rob that our work with Seth was a lifetime project, that we would publish his manuscripts, and help spread his ideas. [...]

[...] The results were so immediate and excellent, and Rob was so limp when he finished, that both of us were amused. [...] Before he began the exercises, he was very uptight, with sore muscles and a repressive body pose. Afterward, he was like some happy rag doll. [...]

[...] He was really laughing now, and I sulked. I realized he was right the moment he spoke.

The entire session ran three hours, and most of it was devoted to the ego and the subconscious and to their relationship to health and illness. While Rob’s back was vastly improved since Seth’s reincarnational sessions for him, he still had some bad days now and then. [...]

[...] Jane said this probably referred to the tape recording that was mailed along with the manuscripts. The tape was one Jane made reading some of the poems for her publisher. It was wrapped in a thin box that was square in area.

(The session was held in our front room. [...] She was smoking, and opened her eyes but the one time to put out her cigarette. Her pace was average, her voice a little more active than usual.)

(The 38th envelope experiment was held during the session. The object, sealed in the usual double envelope, was the insurance slip for the two manuscripts Jane mailed to her publisher on February 10,1966. [...]

(Jane was not feeling at her best, and did not do as well as she wanted to on the experiment. [...] John Bradley, our salesman friend from Williamsport, PA, was a witness, and I believe this contributed to the envelope results, in some way I cannot define. [...]