“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The body was freed to some extent following the session because Ruburt was reassured. [...]

[...] The trembling was felt as the result of a spontaneous, sudden increase in motor activity and circulation. It was brief, but enough to reawaken certain motor responses, which will then show themselves in normal rather than exaggerated activity.

(Jane was very relaxed as session time approached; she had been for quite a while. [...]

His heart action was also quickened, and certain pressures put upon the capillaries and blood vessels, that are needed for normal activity. [...]

[...] As we sat at Jane’s worktable looking them over, I remarked that the notes were well written—this was my particular work. Jane said she felt Seth around, tired as she was. [...]

(This unexpected little session was Jane’s first upon our returning to Elmira, NY from Marathon, FL. [...]

I was simply dropping in on you briefly upon your return. [...]

[...] Being away from the life to which he was accustomed, he could on his return see it more clearly, and appreciate it for what it is. [...]

(Jane said she did know she was taking the very long pauses. At first she was “alarmed, wondering if I’d gone to sleep like that. It was a lapse of consciousness —that’s what bothered me. I was aware of each one, but after I came out of the first one I felt something else was involved, but I’m not sure what. [...]

[...] “Gee, that was pretty weird in some fashion,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance, “to sense all kinds of things that were really different.” [...]

[...] They seemed to be so disunited that it was almost impossible to discuss them using any other terms. [...]

(Long pause at 9:37.) In a fashion, all of the material that I have given you in the annals of our relationship was meant to lead you in one way or another to a place where the true nature of reality could at least be glimpsed. [...]

[...] Of course we had no idea of what all those tests would cost, and weren’t billed when she was discharged, since test results weren’t in. A few nights later, evidently after I’d been wondering how much the bill would be I had a dream in color, in which I was informed of the amount of the bill —$800-odd dollars. [...] I was shocked—so much so that I woke up after the brief little dream, for my best guess had been that the bill would be between $400 and $500. I told myself that the figure I’d been given in the dream was much too high. [...]

[...] The bill was printed on blue and white paper and unfolded as in my dream also.

(Jane was particularly “out of it” for most of yesterday, after sleeping well past 9 AM. [...]

(I had to go food shopping this afternoon, and while I was out Kenneth Wrigley called from Dr. Sonsire’s office. [...]

[...] Ruburt did not either, until lately, because it was a matter of self-evidence: your contribution financially would come through painting alone. So for a while you were hassled that you were not financially contributing after you left Artistic, and so was Ruburt. [...]

His reaction was to not hide the ability in your way, but to force the world to accept it. [...] That kind of contribution was literally invisible—not legitimate, because you had not sold paintings.

[...] The disapproval was yours, and you saw his fears projected upon you. [...] Sometimes he forced himself to, thinking he was denying you the pleasure of your bars and outings. [...]

[...] Earlier, it was all that you knew—that is, both of you more and more in young years began to identify with what you thought of as your artistic selves, more or less to the exclusion of other portions of the self.

Tonight Ruburt was exhausted, in one way, from comparing your joint beliefs with those of your brother’s family; of checking his own body beliefs (Jane touched her knee) with theirs and seeing where his were detrimental — but also from contrasting his personal psychic and creative abilities with theirs, and that exhilarated him. The result (smilingly) was that he felt both exhausted and exhilarated.

[...] After Jane had come out of another “far-out trance,” as she put it, I was very pleased to tell her that my writing hand was much improved and that Seth had answered her own questions. [...]

[...] For instance: You may at [the age of] three have believed it was dangerous to cross a street. By thirty, hopefully, you have dismissed such a belief, though it fit in very well and was necessary to you in your childhood. [...]

[...] End at 11:33 p.m. Once the session was over Jane began to yawn repeatedly, her eyes wet. My writing hand was practically free of tension now.

[...] It was not delegated, if you will forgive me, to Parker’s “crackpot” catchall. Even in the beginning, in that regard, the work was appreciated. A difference was seen between it, and the catchall, do-it-yourself manuals.

[...] The point, however, was always made that Don Juan’s inner culture was alien—natural perhaps to Don Juan, but not to Castaneda or to the reader.

[...] It was Tam who saw in Ruburt’s original manuscript the importance of his work, and the way in which Ruburt was trying to hide it by playing down his relationship with me.

Grace’s (Bechtold) visit was highly important from that viewpoint. If you were, or if Ruburt was, a conventional Philip Roth, a novelist, safely within that framework, or if he were willing to set himself up as an “occult” mistress of the spirit, then you would have publicity galore.

(It was so late when I finished reading Chapter 6 to her that Jane wasn’t planning on a session today, until I told her it was okay with me.)

[...] A child may be told: “You are just like your mother; she was always nervous and moody.” Or: “You are fat because your father was fat.”

(Jane was upset when I got to 330 this noon. [...]

(“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked my wife when she’d finished. [...]

(Jane was singing to herself when I got to 330 today. She’d called last night as I was finishing the session. [...] The day was just above freezing. [...] She said she was singing to herself down there too, while waiting, and an attendant came in to ask her what was wrong.

[...] Her temperature today was 98.3 — down again. [...]

[...] Our Billy was there also. [...]

[...] This was the difficulty. The corrosion was washed away. [...] It was washed away by a quicker flow of liquid. [...]

[...] Seth gave us this prediction perhaps two years ago.) Unfortunate expectations and various projections operated here however, but the intuitive background was enough to wipe these out within an instant of your first meeting. This was no coincidence.

The transition was relatively smooth under the circumstances of a first try. [...]

(See the 348th session for this prediction, given on June 21, as Jane was making preparations for her ESP classes.)

(12:25 a.m. Seth, Jane said, was all ready to keep going if we gave the word — the rest of the chapter “was right there.” Also there for the asking was more material about ourselves, but….)

[...] Unfortunately, conscience as you think of it is an untrustworthy guide, speaking to you through the mouths of mothers and fathers, teachers and clergy — all perhaps from distant years, and each of whom had their own ideas of what was right and wrong for you and for humanity at large.

[...] As a child it was quite necessary that you accept beliefs from others before your conscious mind could form its own.

(11:55.) The concept itself existed long before Christianity’s initiation, and was told in various forms throughout the centuries and in all civilizations. [...]

[...] Thank you,” I said, although I was wondering if it was a little short.)

(The day was much cooler when I left for 330 — only 29 degrees. [...]

(Jane didn’t eat much lunch — the cheeseburger was badly overcooked, and quite tough. [...]

[...] And Jane said she was ready for the session much earlier than usual.)

(Her dentist was so puzzled by her exceptionally good reactions that in the middle of the session Jane had to explain her apparent insensitivity to pain; usually it takes two trips for her to achieve the same results, with the use of Novocain. Today she had no anesthetic of any kind, and in addition her dentist reported he was able to do a much more thorough job.

(The session was held in our small back room, and again Jane spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed. [...] Her pace was a good one, though not as fast as last session’s.)

[...] For the most part her rate of delivery was excellent. For the session dealing with the refrigerator see the 30th, in Volume 1. It was unscheduled.)

[...] It was late in the day before she discovered this, and she just had time to make the rounds of the stores, all of whom reported nothing found and turned in. [...]

[...] Her pacing was rather slow, her eyes dark as usual. Her cold was much better, incidentally.)

[...] The boat was tied to a pier, and was the first in line as you looked out from the room.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. [...] At break she said she had not been aware that she was doing so. [...]

[...] Her duties have been changed somewhat, and will include lecturing to the children’s classes on art history; Jane likes to teach, and many sessions ago Seth said this ability was a carry-over from a previous life, and was so far not being used in this life.)

He knew in his mind that he was ready to go on to other spheres of activity. [...] There was no predestination involved. Because a tree branch falls this does not mean that it was destined to fall in either the particular manner of its fall nor in the timing of the fall. [...]

[...] For example, I was thinking of the Los Angeles earthquake, one man walked out into the street and was killed by a brick. [...]

This particular individual was quite aware of what would occur, on what you would call an unconscious basis. He was not predestined to die. [...]

[...] The question was raised, where is consciousness when one is in trance?)

There was no nervousness. Everything else was forgotten as he strove to project himself to those students.

(On Tuesday, October 11, Jane put in her first day as a substitute teacher; she later said she was aware of using a great amount of energy.)

In his very early adulthood there was the matter of discipline. [...]

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

(10:00.) In any case, man was not by any means exclusively a daytime creature, and fires within caves extended activities far into the night. It was agriculture that turned him more into a daytime rhythm, and for some time many beliefs lingered that resulted from earlier nighttime agricultural practices.

This meant, of course, a language (pause) that was in its way more precise than your own, for concepts were routinely expressed that described the vast complexity of subjective as well as objective events. [...] Particularly in warmer climates, man was naturally nocturnal, and did a good deal of his sleeping and dreaming in the daytime.

(10:25 P.M. Jane had no idea “… what he was going to say, or anything.” And note that she did manage to have a session tonight about her own challenges, even though she was quite upset because of them at the same time. [...]

[...] She was angry as we sat for the session. [...]

[...] Her denial was both funny and dogged, for I could see that she was tired. [...]

(It was 11:50. [...]

[...] Initially, language was meant to express and release, not to define and limit. [...]

(The session ended at 11:59 P.M. — and once again, Jane was full of energy.

[...] Once again Jane was well dissociated. And again she was not conscious of light or dark, or images. She was aware of her voice speaking however.)

[...] This was infrequent. Her voice was unchanged, her glasses once again off. [...]

[...] She was much more dissociated than when she paced about the room with her eyes open, she said, and also in a deeper state than when she was moving about with her eyes shut part of the time.

[...] Just before she sat down she was beginning to feel “strained,” as though she had to reach for what she was saying. [...]

[...] Later Jane was to say she was seeing this within, while yet being aware of still sitting in her chair.) Then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks—that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe.

[...] Jane was well dissociated this last delivery. [...] It is now Wednesday as I write this; yesterday Jane began putting Seth’s suggestions into effect; she was pleased to report no trouble yesterday or today, in contrast to her unhappy state of Monday, October 17. [...]

(She said the time was approximately early evening—at least neither bright daylight or fully night. [...] While talking about the statue opposite the row houses, she did not see the statue, she said, but was aware of it nevertheless. [...]

[...] Instead most of the session was devoted to Seth’s tuning in on Bill and Peggy Gallagher, who are on vacation this week in Nassau.