“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was ready to occur. On the other hand, it was also triggered by Ruburt’s suggestions, when he playfully (musically almost) imagined himself telling you of significant improvements, without wondering what they would be. [...]

(The day was cool—39 degrees—when I left the house. [...]

(Jane was doing well. [...]

[...] The joints are becoming not only more flexible, but the fluid within the joints, which was “frozen” —

Ruburt was in the third form, and he did indeed project beyond your solar system. This was still a projection within the physical universe however. He was given information which he did not recall consciously. [...]

[...] The object is a notice Jane and I received in the mail recently, stating that a local artists supply store was continuing in business under new management. Tonight’s session was held on June 15. [...]

(When we got up this morning cat number two was nowhere to be found. The hall door was locked. [...]

(Seth was in an excellent and humorous mood, and spoke for a while longer. [...] Seth spoke to the Wilburs and me about the implications behind the death of the young robin, among other things, and verified that the Loren data in the envelope experiment was also intended to use the relative idea to tie it to the envelope object and my cousin Ruth.

(Jane was upset about her work this evening, so much so in fact that she would have missed the session had I not been too lazy to go dancing. It was a bitterly cold and windy night. [...]

(Jane spoke at a fairly normal rate, in a voice that was for the most part quite strong and loud. [...] She was also smoking during the first part of the session. [...]

[...] It was evident that the cat had scratched her through her dress. [...] I was then surprised to see her sit quietly, finally close her eyes, and go back into her full state. [...]

[...] The apparition I saw in the dream was not of Jane, but still the dream was very vivid, and somewhat upsetting. [...]

(Her material this afternoon concerned “the reconciliation of the Sinful Self and its transformation into the innocent self that it was before it was undermined —indoctrinated—with negative beliefs.” [...] I said that even if the new innocence was achieved by the Sinful Self, it would be a different kind of innocence because it would contain all of the “Sinful Self’s earlier convolutions” as it went through its stages, striving toward that renewed innocence. [...]

[...] [The left foot has lost some of its original swelling, and now appears much better by contrast.] I told Jane I thought Seth was correct in the deleted session for June 24, 1981, in which he said the swelling effect helps cushion the new motion of some joints, so there is no grating. [...] “I thought you knew something like that was going on.” [...]

It is then transformed into what it was before such indoctrination by the culture. Then it was the innocent self, of course. [...]

(The regularly scheduled session for last Monday was not held. [...]

[...] She seemed receptive when I explained our need for privacy, that it was vital therapy, and talked of moving Jane directly into a private room. But if that didn’t work out, Jane would have to wait her turn in a double room—and there was no telling how long that could take, she said. [...]

[...] She was also having some bladder spasms, not surprisingly. [...] I hadn’t thought we’d manage to have a session today, the way things were going, but even though it was getting late. [...]

[...] Pete said that at the moment he was as confused as I was. [...]

[...] Fred, he said, was on the defensive. [...] I don’t know whether I’m correct in this interpretation or not, but Pete said Fred was evidently trying to protect himself. [...]

[...] They were definite experiences, and I was instructing him, as I have done recently. (Pause.) I was trying to correct certain errors. [...]

(I was about to ask Seth what the errors were when the phone rang, interrupting the session. [...] I answered the phone and it was a wrong number. [...]

I use the mechanism as I find it, and do not tamper with it, for any tampering would be reflected either in advancements that he was not prepared for, or in alterations for which he was not ready.

[...] Her eyes opened often, were very dark; her voice was average, her pace again fast.)

[...] She was smiling and wearing a white sleeveless blouse, and was followed by a young girl I do not know. Jane was walking on the other side of a long black shiny car hood; she looked at me, smiled and waved a greeting.

[...] The weather was much cooler, and Willy napped in his chair. As session time approached Jane was so unenthusiastic that I made her coffee to help pep her up, at her request.

[...] She was not worried, however, and did begin at 9:02. Her voice was normal, her pacing regular, her eyes dark as usual. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual, although she said she was coming out of the state by the time she gave this last material on Bill Macdonnel. [...]

(It was a piece of notepaper, not typewriter size but smaller. [...] The piece of paper was bright, as though there was light somewhere, but everything else was dark as it usually is when you have your eyes closed. [...]

[...] I must have been standing nearby, although I was not involved in any way. [...]

(In Chapter Eight, Seth had said this was my way of trying to see models for my paintings. I hoped to see something really good this evening now that I was prepared, but nothing developed. The only aftereffect was a slight headache, as before, and this soon passed.

(I also learned that no particular painting of mine was involved, nor were my efforts to project this afternoon; that the survival personality was unknown to me, and that the pendulum couldn’t tell me who the personality was.

There was a group of three men, painters. [...] I do not know if that was called Madaimeer. [...]

[...] That was my last full reincarnation, adopted then because I loved the sea, and it served a strong purpose in spreading ideas from one country to another. [...] We spread them about the world as it was then known.

[...] The subject was the Driftwood Hotel, situated but a stone’s throw from the beach. [...] It will be remembered that it was in the dancing room of the Driftwood that Jane and I saw the personality fragments we had ourselves created, on our vacation in York Beach in 1963. [...]

(Bill and Peggy Gallagher were witnesses for tonight’s session, and the session was held in our large front room. Traffic noise was not a problem, the windows being closed because of the cool night. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual for a first delivery. [...] Her pace had picked up as time passed, and by break her delivery was quite fast and businesslike.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. It was evident that Seth enjoyed the exchange at the end of the session. [...]

(A note by R. F. B.: This is the second and last verse of a poem Jane wrote in April, 1952, when she was 23 years old. Even in this immature work, which she produced 11 years before she was to initiate the Seth material, her mystical nature was asserting its innate knowledge.)

Today is tomorrow, and present, past,
Nothing exists and everything will last.
There is no beginning, there was no end,
No depth to fall, no height to ascend.
There is only this moment, this flicker of light,
That illuminates nothing, but oh! [...]

(Actually, each sketch, perhaps four inches square, was done to solve technical problems I was concerned with in the series of portraits I am painting. Each was successful in its own way, and opened several doors. I might add that I was somewhat surprised at the ease and success of these two sketches.)

[...] It was also the reason why he suggested beginning a session earlier (this evening at supper time), though he did not know this; and in any case what he suggested, on regular terms, was not really what he wanted.

[...] It was not focused in work. It was unfocused.

[...] Because it was not used it outlives him. He kept it in isolation and was jealous of it, and did not allow it joy nor freedom.

(I added that Seth’s remark about using the same energy for healing that she’d used to produce Rembrandt was another excellent example of obvious insights—once one was aware of it. [...]

[...] I also noticed that the skin on her right elbow—the only one I could see—looked much more normal in texture and color than it had, as though a deeper rejuvenation was taking place; that transparent, fragile look was disappearing. [...]

[...] Once again I had to hurry to get my clipboard and pen when she said she was ready for the session. [...]

(Dr. Gibson was in briefly this morning, Jane said, but she didn’t tell him about the second opening in the knee, for drainage, nor did he ask. [...]

(I finished early so I’d have some extra time to open the account for Jane’s hospital expenses — but wouldn’t you know it, the phone rang at 11:50 a.m. It was someone from social services at the hospital. She wanted to know what the latest news was, and I told her we were doing the best we could. [...] She said she was “getting frightened” at what she had to tell people. [...]

(The window was closed but there was no heat again in 330, even though it had been “fixed” by changing the thermostat. [...]

(4:47 p.m. Seth’s material was reassuring, of course, and I believed it. [...] “So if you followed his stuff,” I said after supper, when I was getting ready to leave, “you wouldn’t have taken the antibiotics, and the body would have taken care of itself.” [...]

[...] I guess I was thinking that it’s even okay to have fears, even strong ones, without going all the way with them so that they end up rendering one helpless. [...]

[...] For some time he was simply between belief systems, discarding some entirely, accepting portions of others; but he was mainly a pioneer, and this while carrying largely unknowingly and invisibly the one basic belief of society that you cannot trust the self.

[...] At the same time he did not realize how all-pervasive was the belief that the self could not be trusted. [...] He was quite correct in his written statement concerning the development of consciousness.

[...] The physical financial abundance, for example, automatically and easily was accepted despite beliefs in the past to the contrary—and even in spite of your own negative beliefs in that regard.

[...] He felt it necessary to do so because how could the self, unsure of itself, taught that it was bad, bring forth good?

(The session was held in our front room. [...] Her voice was about average, her pace somewhat slower than usual in the beginning. [...]

(It was now time for the 34th Dr. Instream test. [...] She was not smoking. [...]

(End at 10:22 Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] She said Seth was pleased when I said thank you.

(No envelope test was held during the session.

(Jane was especially logy before the session, and remarked that she didn’t feel much like having one. [...] It was a warm and rainy night, which didn’t make us feel any more active.

[...] Interpretations became elusive indeed, and part of our knowledge that two visits to Saratoga were involved was subjective only. [...] As it was we didn’t appreciate what had happened until the time came to write these notes. [...]

[...] The first visit was in August 1963, the second was in the summer of 1964. [...]

[...] We do not know just when he died, but believe it was after our first visit. [...] Also on the 1964 visit we were told the restaurant had been, or was being, sold.

Cézanne, as you know, was not a happy man. He could have been a far better artist still, for if his vision was intense, my dear friend, it was cramped, and it moved within itself in an agony to find a creative release that could never be found in the creative product alone, but in the psyche from which that product emerges. [...]

[...] What a shock when he discovered that the world was ignoring what he thought to be his important contribution to mathematics. He believed (underlined) that he should devote all of his time to his work, and could hardly forgive himself for his regrettable lapses into writing—and he was writing, after all, not even for adults, and not for young males either.

He was, in a fashion only, sexually ambiguous, his mathematics expressing what he thought of as an acceptable male aspect while the artistic levels in his mind, now, he related to his feminine aspects. So he was to some extent a divided man. [...]

[...] For all of Michelangelo’s ranting, he found great zest in the political tumult of his time, in which he was of course quite intimately involved. He played church and state against each other, made an ass of the Pope whenever he could, and was deeply involved in the social, political, and religious fervor of those days. [...]

(Today was sunny, cool, and quiet, and when I saw that Jane was alert after lunch I suggested she try for a session. [...] I thought she was charged-up enough over the letter to have a session. Her Seth voice was surprisingly strong, with the usual pauses.)

(In our first talk I’d suggested to David that he write us a letter describing his attraction to this woman, and he called today to say that he was mailing such a missive, after rewriting it a couple of times. [...] I’d explained that I thought the personality was a symbol to him, of what I couldn’t be sure quickly. [...]

(David has told his parents of his yearnings toward this person, he said, and his father responded by telling him it was “all in his head.” Naturally, I had no idea whether telepathy was involved, but had attempted during the first call to explain our ideas of such possibilities. [...]

[...] I was a bit surprised to hear he’d been so free of the feelings so quickly after our talk. [...] I did downplay the telepathy ideas, however, thinking it was much better that he solve the puzzle through ordinary channels and approaches. [...]

[...] He was afraid the chapter would catch him up, just when he was ready to relax and let go, a deep breath signifying a breath of relief. [...] But he was afraid to grant himself that release for the old fears of rejection stop him.

[...] Jane said that when Seth deepened the trance it was as though the music was turned off. In actuality the music was still blaring away from below.

[...] I was disturbed and almost went to the phone. I did not because Seth was making an effort to give information on Jane’s back symptom, and thought this more important.

[...] Jane was well dissociated, she said. [...] Jane said she hadn’t expected Seth to give me this information tonight, and she was somewhat surprised by it. [...]