“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now the powers were your own and the face that you saw was a materialization of your own angers because you are not using your full abilities and so it was one part of the self, angry, yelling at another portion. [...]

[...] The main point of the dream, however, was that a portion of you was reminding you of abilities that you had. [...]

It is indeed, but I never was able to do so and at one time when I was pope I used to try very hard, and it always sounded terrible and even the altar boys drowned me out. [...]

([Valerie:]  “Who was the friend?”)

(Note: last thing she said was afternoon…one of the first things Jane asked Barbara when she was partially recovered was whether she had ever tried to commit suicide in the afternoon. [...]

[...] I think she did & that I blocked, saying it was another woman—would also explain later emotional bit.] Greenwich, Connecticut, connection very strong within three years. [...]

(She was 17 or 18—

(Barb was 17.

[...] She recited a list of opposing feelings in her own body that she was simultaneously aware of in her “bigger body”: Her right foot was very cold, her back very hot … I got her a sweater, for our living room had cooled off. The February night was very cold.

[...] She woke up often, and at such times was relieved to discover that she hadn’t been holding a session that I wasn’t recording. As it was, she laughed, the material was still “safe” — we’d get it at a regular session.

[...] She was a different person to each of you. She was herself; but in the interweavings of probabilities, while certain agreed-upon historic events were accepted, she admitted into her reality whatever portions of your probable reality she chose. [...]

[...] Nor was any harsh reality forced upon the mother by the dying child, for that portion of your mother was the part that regretted having had the child.

[...] The session was held in our quiet back room. [...] Her eyes were closed, her voice somewhat deeper than usual, although not loud; and her pace was rather slow in the beginning.)

(Once again her pace was quite slow when she resumed. She sat with her hands to her eyes and her voice was quiet. [...]

[...] This I regretted, though thinking the test was a good one. Jane was now tired.

[...] Jane learned little about their trip other than that the Gallaghers took many notes to use in checking against Seth’s notes; and that Bill found himself involved in a “strange experience” with a piano player and what he thought was telepathy. [...]

What he was sensing, however, was an entirely different kind of reality. He was beginning to recognize another synapse [neuronal] pattern not “native”; he was familiarizing himself with perceptions at a different set of coordinate points. [...]

(No session was held Monday night, October 14, as scheduled. Jane was busy instead doing a program for a radio station in a western state, live, via telephone from our living room in Elmira. She sat at her desk and was interviewed by the program’s host, then answered questions from listeners. [...]

[...] He was convinced that it would take many hours of your time in order to translate perhaps a simple clear paragraph of what he was receiving. He experienced some strain, feeling that each vowel and syllable was so drawn out, in your terms of time, that he must either slow down his own neurological workings to try to make some suitable adjustments. [...]

Elements in your lives were experienced as negative simply because Ruburt was not sure of himself. [...] He was not sure enough of his new world; he was still enough a part of the old one so that he often saw his life and abilities through the eyes of the “old world inhabitants” — the others who might scorn him, or set him up for ridicule.¹³ They represented portions of his own psyche still at that level of consciousness, not having quite assimilated the greater knowledge or experience, so he felt he needed protection — the protection that would … cleverly … serve all of his purposes, allowing him to go ahead as he wanted to … that would keep him at home working, and yet also serve as a control against too much inner spontaneity until he learned that he could indeed trust the new world of experience.

[...] The idea was that my belief in an extraordinary or supernatural force, working through nature, sustained me as a child. [...] Then, discovering that he was, after all, fallible, I felt betrayed; and worse I felt for some periods that he rejected me. This was years ago. But I no longer felt as I did as a child, that the universe was well-intended or cared for me particularly; and looking about the world saw personal threats. [...]

[...] There was and still is what I feel is.... [...]

(Jane had no idea of what Seth was going to talk about before the session began. As usual she began delivering the data while sitting down, her eyes open from the beginning; she was also smoking. [...] Her pace was average, her voice also.)

It was aware, and conscious. However it was simply frightened to find what seemed like the body in a position normally impossible for it. [...]

[...] The object for the 67th experiment was also a postcard, used August 29 in the 281st session, and was sent to us by Leonard Yaudes, who also lives in our apartment house. [...]

(The envelope object for the 69th experiment was a colored postcard sent to us by Barbara Ingold, our neighbor who lives below us on the first floor. [...]

It was difficult in very early years for his mother to get about in the morning. Later he learned that his aunt was a slow riser, feeling sickly in the mornings. [...]

[...] This oversubmissiveness was caused by fear, and masqueraded as a quite legitimate loyalty. The loyalty was always there.

The predictions concerning money were made before Ruburt’s energies were so misdirected, thrown so suddenly against himself, that even I was appalled. They were based as you know on probabilities, and this tumultuous reaction, while a probability, was not a strong one. [...]

He was beginning to learn a beneficial balance when this trouble began. [...]

(Then a minute later: “Another thing I just got was that when man was with other men in the physical world, he could point to stuff to share descriptions with others, but that he learned to really speak when he tried to describe dreams. It was the only way — speech — by which he could share data that couldn’t be seen. [...]

[...] It was the nature of man’s dreams, however, that was largely responsible for what you like to think of as the evolution of your species. [...]

[...] It was the nature of your dreams, and your dreams’ creativity, that made you what you are, for otherwise you would have developed a mechanical-like language — had you developed one at all — that named designations, locations, and dealt with the most simple, objective reality: “I walked there. [...] It reinforced the lessons of daily life, and was highly important in man’s progress.

(The evening was very humid but cool after a late-afternoon thunderstorm. [...]

[...] Before, he was afraid to see psychic events. Now this was no coincidence. [...] He was poor in forming clear mental images, even as he was poor at seeing physical events.

[...] It was a habit of perception. [...] He was frightened, hence the pattern developed. He suddenly realized that there was an advantage to be gained here, and he wanted to see immediately after his friend saw my image.

[...] In many ways the hand episode was the result of class work. [...] The challenge was important. [...]

[...] Before that it was protected, somewhat coddled, with instinctual behavior holding it in bounds. [...]

(After the session I told Jane that my pendulum had told me that my tooth was bothering me because I was worried about her teeth these weeks. [...] Seth was quite accurate here. He was also correct about my going to the dentist for security reasons, etc. [...]

(At last break I’d asked Jane if Seth could say a few words about why my front tooth was bothering me. [...] I had an extensive filling put in it a few weeks ago, and was now concerned lest it act up enough so that I would be forced to have it out. [...] The tooth was still bothering me at break.

( This session was unusual; even though I have only seen Seth on a few occasions, I noticed that Jane kept her eyes open much more than usual. Seth’s voice was precise, but quick and conversational; also, we had the opportunity to exclaim in a brief conversation, which I of course found most gratifying.

(We can’t remember anything else, but the session was short—only five to six minutes—and probably little if anything was added. [...]

[...] I could feel Seth’s vague presence in the room, which Eve apparently didn’t. Jane went into the kitchen to see about the chicken she was cooking and — as she later told us— felt Seth coming through and hurried to get back to her chair.

[...] He said she should use her “abilities” —though he was not specific.) And you will. [...]

Let us see how far you are able to follow and where the sounds lead you and where you were lead by what was within the sounds, for the sounds are a cordella and I am a Sumari cordella. [...] Some of you were to be reminded of events and images that were extrememly important in your lives and that have connections with other lives and such was the memory that came into your mind. [...]

(After break Bette asked why Phil was on trial. Sumari came through with an experience involving Phil, who was on trial, Pete K., and Jed Martz as witnesses, Richard as the judge and Natalie as the scribe. [...]

(Richard Kendall felt he was given a gift.)

[...] In one way Ruburt was correct, it is a gift from the universe but it is also a gift from yourselves. [...]

[...] my experiences put me outside the pale; on the other side of the fence from, say, the academic circles that I’d so respected; that my experience with other people was going to be vastly different; I thought I was looking for truth, but I’d be one of those under suspicion because of the kind of person into which I’d developed.... [...] I’d thought such things before but this was full of emotion.... [...]

[...] There were things I could do to rectify this though; and in the dream I did this, and awakened....a card table was involved somehow. [...]

[...] She was not sure in the image, that she was near an ocean, particularly. The face she saw was not that in a photo, but herself, alive. [...]

(The “object" was, as stated, common black pepper. [...] No writing was involved. [...]

(As we finished going over the data, Jane then remembered that as she was giving it she was going to say something about the implication of motion being connected with the object; for reasons unknown she didn’t give voice to it. [...]

[...] He interpreted this however in his own way, as saltwater, and the photograph was taken by the ocean, with rocks and sand, and the sand, you see, was picked up because of the grains.

[...] Once again Jane abruptly stopped speaking, and this was the end of the session, unexpected as it was. This time her eyes opened quickly; looking up, she felt in the air above her head; so real was the pyramid sensation, she said, that she sought to physically touch it. [...]

(Her pace was good. [...] The voice was very high, thin, formal, quite distant, and quite faint when contrasted against Seth’s delivery. [...]

[...] There was no announcement of a break by the entity. [...]

(At 9:50 Jane said she was “just beginning to feel him again,” though as far as we know sexual definition of the entity is meaningless in its terms. [...]

[...] Jane was well dissociated. On a reduced scale, she said, she was again aware of the concept of action without object, dealt with at some length in the notes to the last session.

[...] Jane as Seth was talking about a sale of her work, which has not even yet taken place: “A woman might have something to do with one sale, through influence. [...] After the session Jane was able to give a more detailed description of the red leather chair. [...]

[...] Jane was again well dissociated. She said she was quite aware of Seth’s affection for us both at the end of the session.

[...] It was as though the idea “came” to her, rather than anything she deliberately dreamed up herself. It was at this point, she believes, that Seth decided to end the session.)

(Jane said that while speaking for Seth, she knew the two lines she was indicating met in the west-by-south corner of our room. [...] It was just inside the wall, between two of our bay windows and in back of an old-fashioned, exposed steam pipe. Unfortunately it was crowded between a heater and bookcase, and wasn’t a spot we could put into easy use.

[...] Jane was quiet after coming out of a deep trance. I wondered aloud where the nearest coordination point was. [...]

(The regularly scheduled session for Wednesday, August 25 was not held.

[...] She was surprised, then agreed. [...]

[...] It was one of the most difficult sessions I ever recorded; I told Jane that by its end I was barely able to write Seth’s words legibly. [...] As soon as Seth mentioned her feelings of inferiority at the beginning of the session, it was all downhill for me; I thought we’d done a reasonable job on encountering those with our pendulum work, but it seemed that they were still as present and active as ever. Nor could I take any comfort from Seth’s remarks about encountering strangers, or even friends, I said, since it seemed that whenever any outsider was present we were both constantly worrying about whether they would notice Jane’s condition, whether she ever got on her feet, and so forth, until it seemed that those episodes were hardly worthwhile. [...]

[...] This was highly important. Your added encouragement at the end of the evening, resulting in our session, was of great benefit. [...]

(No session was held on Monday night. [...]

You yourselves, through following your impulses, changed your suggestions, and this was because the flow of experience directed you so that you followed the changes in Ruburt’s psyche. [...]

Creativity often deals with material that is not known, not cut-and-dried, not even immediately useful, perhaps—so Ruburt would feel, for example, sometimes at least, that poetry was not responsible, or even that his own spontaneous activities were not responsible unless they were immediately useful in practical terms. At one time or another, the idea of responsibility was overlaid upon his ideas of work. All of this made him feel that he was not living up to expectations, that he was to some extent a failure for not doing all of those things. [...]

[...] I was tired and discouraged. [...] Otherwise the evening was quite cool and very quiet.)

[...] Again, there were no known rules of procedure (long pause) to follow as far as his own career was concerned. [...] So it seemed to Ruburt that the books were not considered to be enough: he was expected to do all of those other things beside. [...]

[...] One of the topics was the mail. [...]