“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There are still some lingerings of mourning, for the grouping was indeed vital, and adopted initially to help the personality. The grouping was doomed to failure, in that it could not succeed in helping the personality, you see, but hindered it.

[...] Jane was fairly well dissociated, etc. [...] The book was published in March 1967. [...]

[...] A complete overhaul was necessary of your attitudes, emotions and goals.

[...] In either case the focus upon success symbols was there. [...]

[...] Now, not writing poetry was also a symptom of inner disease, not so readily recognized as such. While the intuitional abilities first appeared in poetry, and while the poetry in one way was a channel into other areas, the poetry was not meant to be shut off because new areas were opened.

[...] (Humorous and emphatic.) It was also a way of getting him out of the way the other evening, so that I could work in peace on my book. It was rather a displacement of consciousness rather than a projection, for his consciousness was in a trance state, and then displaced to the bookcase area. [...]

In Ruburt’s case therefore the distrust of spontaneity was indeed reflected in all areas of his life, particularly in spontaneous activities in both physical and creative realms. [...]

[...] When this is done, as it was this evening, easily, getting up and down from the floor does the same thing physically, reminding the body and the mind of successful performances in the past. [...]

[...] She couldn’t recall it clearly, but it featured her talking to a man, objecting to him that he’d told her something he’d given her would be painless—but that it was instead quite painful: a suicide pill, or something like that, she said. [...] I was there as a bystander. [...]

[...] He felt that inspiration was providing so much material that it could not be handled in time. He also felt that his inspiration threatened you with more work, which, it seemed to him, was not particularly pleasant for you, since you often spoke about your difficulties in doing the notes, and only lately have you begun to say when you are doing well.

[...] You approached him because of your own quite conventional feelings, that because he was comparatively young he would be broadminded. You also sought to form a contact with someone more or less a contemporary, who was in the psychological field.

(This morning Jane and I worked with the pendulum on the question of inspiration, and discovered that there was much there to be learned and clarified in her attitudes, and mine too, for that matter. [...]

[...] The worry over Seven, for example, was not strong enough to cause such a reaction if the habitual body pattern was being consciously recognized and encountered.

[...] The worry about Seven however was important, and the call today of benefit (to Prentice-Hall)—as the production of this book (The “Unknown” Reality) will be.

(“How is Seven going to do?” I was trying to get some good news to cheer Jane up. [...]

[...] He thinks of it still to some degree as his book, rather than mine, and was worried that it would not do as well.

[...] I was really uncomfortable by session time, I told Jane. [...] I was personally quietly disgusted by the whole affair, and told her I’d cheerfully dispense with whatever was causing the upset, lest it turn into a chronic physical inconvenience. I also said I thought the whole thing was in my head. [...]

[...] We thought the session was over at this point, but Seth did return a minute later for a little more material related to the body of tonight’s session. [...]

(I was a little surprised at Seth’s mention of taxes, since my pendulum hadn’t brought this fact out. [...]

[...] Jane was again well dissociated. John Bradley said the material was much harder to follow, when given verbally, than it was the last time he witnessed a session. It was much more complex. John also said he tried to communicate with Jane mentally while she was speaking, concerning his company, Searle Drug. [...]

(Perhaps because of the presence of a witness, Jane was nervous before the session began. [...] She was also more animated than usual, and used much emphasis and many gestures. [...]

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual, and again had trouble opening her eyes. [...] She thought her trance state was somewhat deeper than usual even when she is seated.

(John Bradley, of Williamsport, PA, was a witness to the session. [...]

Jane was born in a hospital in Albany, New York, on May 8, 1929, but grew up in nearby Saratoga Springs. She began working at the variety store in the summer of 1945, when she was 16 years old. It was her first job; she had to get working papers and a Social Security number. She was always nervous in the store. [...]

The session had been one of those in which Jane thought a great deal of time was passing. She was surprised to learn that it had lasted only 55 minutes, yet she felt that she’d come through with a good amount of interesting information.²)

The planned April (1980) entry into the containment building was postponed until May for several other reasons, however. One was a lack of federal certification of the breathing equipment engineers will have to wear inside the building. [...]

[...] It is as if an infinite number of orchestras were playing simultaneously (long pause), and each note sounded was also played in all of its probable positions with each other note possible, and in combination with all of the probable versions of the entire piece being played.

[...] His mother was not out to kill him personally. He was simply there.

(Pause.) Your brother Dick was meant to be a female. He was to have been a little sister. [...]

[...] Her eyes opened often, her pace was fast.)

[...] He was always afraid that it would.

[...] I had been working overtime also and was very tired. At 8 PM Jane began to clean up after her baking marathon in the event there was a session, although she wasn’t sure there would be one. [...]

(The session was over in a minute or two. Jane said she was surprised at the abrupt way it began. [...]

What was needed was a highly focused, precisely tuned physical self that could operate efficiently in a space and time scheme that was being formed along with physical creatures—a self, however, that in one way or another must be supported by realms of information and knowledge of a kind that was basically independent of time and space. [...]

[...] Before this could happen, though, the body consciousness was taught to become aware of its own inner environment. The body was lovingly formed from EE units through all the stages to atoms, cells, organs, and so forth. [...]

[...] The best analogy I can think of is that up to that time the self was like a psychological rubber band, snapping inward and outward with great force and vitality, but without any kind of rigid-enough psychological framework to maintain a physical stance. The inner self still related to dream reality, while the body’s orientation and the body consciousness attained, as was intended, a great sense of physical adventure, curiosity, speculation, wonder—and so once again the inner self put a portion of its consciousness in a different parcel, so to speak. [...]

(10:26 P.M. “Jesus, I was so exhausted before the session, but I really had the feeling that we were getting some good stuff,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance. [...]

He was looking for someone like the young boy, someone whose actions would result in his death, but in a death without malice, a death that would in its way serve an important purpose. For the “accident” saved the young man’s life, and this was our father’s final gift to the world. The boy was inclined toward suicide. [...]

[...] For my part, although I believe Seth’s contention that there are basically no accidents, I was still torn between understanding of that premise, and outrage that a young drunk could wreak such havoc on a seemingly innocent family of seven people. [...] In short, I thought it grossly unfair that the cause of the accident was still alive—although hospitalized —while two “innocent” victims were dead, with a whole family damaged beyond repair, for life. [...]

The boy was filled with guilt, but a guilt that had no name, no label—a psychological guilt that was the result of his upbringing, and that perhaps involved the existence of a brother. [...]

[...] Jane was especially concerned that every time she improved so far she’d regress because she’d touch upon certain hidden fears that she’d adopted as protection against the world. I added to the discussion by noting that I was deeply concerned that she’d reinforced her own self-doubts through what I said about the world myself, over the years. [...]

Now our friend Joseph here was able to handle another reality while still being involved in this one. [...] (To the class:) That is, he knew the black woman was not in the physical room with him in this space and time, running through his studio [where he had the experience]. But in other terms, she was indeed running in another environment that our friend was able to see, and to superimpose over the reality he knew, while keeping both intact.

(I humorously protested, knowing that she was really tired, and told her not to say anything that later she’d wish we had recorded. [...] It was obvious that Jane wanted only to sleep, even though she was willing to continue the session after trying to wake up by drinking a cup of coffee.

(Actually, we’ve had two recent indications that Seth was going to initiate something like the counterpart thesis, even though he hadn’t used the term itself. The first clue came in a private, or deleted, session held a week ago on Monday night [November 18, 1974]; the second hint was given in ESP class on the following evening.

[...] Ruburt was correct: Lives are simultaneous. [...] That is, for a brief time, Joseph (Rob) was consciously able to perceive a portion of another existence.

[...] She was doing well when I got there at 1:05 this afternoon, though. The temperature was 4l degrees, and dry for a change. [...]

[...] I too was most pleased for her, and wanted to show her off to everyone. It was the type of dream where one returns to it several times. [...]

[...] She then tried to read the fan letter about the “nightshade” diet, but didn’t do well even though it was typed. [...] My main point was that by displacing the cause of their troubles outside themselves, the patient freed himself or herself of guilt and responsibility for their own welfare. [...]

[...] Even though Ruburt was not consciously aware of the dream, inner portions of his being were, and the dream itself helps to bring about the conditions that it pictures. [...]

(It was a cold, cloudy day as I drove down to the hospital. [...] Room 330 was on the chilly side to me, but Jane was comfortable.

(Carla was back from vacation, and I thought she might help Jane call me tonight. As I was taking my nap in 330 this afternoon, Margaret Bumbalo called, inviting me across the street for supper this evening.)

(3:58 p.m. Jane did call this evening — at about 10:00, just as I was sitting down to begin typing this session. [...] The supper was delicious, and afterward John and I had an interesting conversation ranging over a number of subjects. [...]

Instead, it should be realized that as uncomfortable as suffering is, it does somehow have a meaning in the context of your entire existence — again, that it was not thrust upon you by some unjust or uncaring exterior force or nature.

[...] I was of course aware that regular break time had passed some while ago. For one thing, my right hand was quite cramped. Indeed it was almost painful, and I would have been forced to call a halt soon in any case. I also believe that while taking down part of the above material I was in something of a light trance state; sometime after our regular break period had passed, I seemed to become aware that I had been writing steadily without any awareness, or very little, of the material I was taking down.

[...] She was fully dissociated—way out, she said. She felt Seth was ready to talk about the American Society for Psychic Research; but she was so afraid of making a mistake that she couldn’t let the material come through yet.

[...] Jane was dissociated as usual. By the time break arrived she was speaking in a rather normal voice. [...]

[...] To me this implied that Miss Callahan was in better condition, but Jane said she felt otherwise, that Seth’s material here was not distorted.

[...] It was folded once horizontally as indicated, although there were vertical fold marks in it also. It was placed between the usual double Bristols and sealed in the usual double envelopes.

[...] The object was a memo slip from the Jewish Community Center in Elmira; from the desk of Gladys H. Austin, secretary to the Center’s director, Mr. Miller. [...] It was folded once horizontally in the double envelopes, as indicated, although there were also vertical fold marks in it.

[...] That evening when we did the wash the jacket was included in the load. Jane emptied the jacket’s pockets, and so handled the object; but it was folded and she did not recognize it. [...]

[...] It was written by Gladys Austin on November 8, at a time when she was not feeling well. [...]

[...] She was quite uncomfortable at times through the afternoon, but all in all I think she was better, which means that our approach these days is helping considerably.)

(Jane was feeling very restless when I arrived, so I quickly turned her on her back. [...]

(When Jane said she wanted to have a session, her voice was quite unsteady in trance, and I had to ask her to repeat a number of words.)

[...] She only stayed a few moments, but it was too long.)

Sunday was somewhat of an example of the advantageous way to handle things. He felt the impulse to do the floors with your sweeper (while I was mowing grass) and because of our Saturday session he ignored the arm difficulty enough to do the kitchen. [...] Sunday is not considered a “workday,” however, so it was easier for him to follow through on those impulses. But the body was overall stimulated, enjoyed the activity, and felt accomplishment. His mind was refreshed. [...]

[...] That is what Ruburt was trying to do, say, several days ago. [...] One was to avoid distractions, as you know—distractions often being things he would otherwise like to do.

[...] He gets upset and irritated with the chair, because now he is getting around the house more, and realizes that walking would be the natural way to do so—where before he was content to be in one place.

[...] The pillow pounding was simply meant to allow physical expression that would vary on different days, and would open the body to the idea of the normal exertion of such energy. [...]

[...] He became overly cautious because he thought he should be that way, though he was not by nature. He thought it was not mature or reasonable to trust people. He was afraid he was too vulnerable. He was afraid, too, of his own spontaneity, as I have so often said—when of course his spontaneity is the best insurance of protection, for the mind and body know when there is danger and when there is not. [...]

[...] Jane said she had “strong, definite feelings” about the material tonight, as if Seth was trying hard to reach her beneath usual levels of consciousness. She was very interested in reading the session when I had it typed. I told her I thought it was excellent. “I really felt it was great material, and that if you understood what it meant you’d understand a lot,” she said. [...]

(We also discussed a letter Jane had received today from a young man who’d visited us unannounced a couple of months ago; he thinks he’s being bugged by nasty voices from outer space; before that he’d insisted that Seth was speaking through him. [...]

(As break neared its end, Jane said that Seth was going to give the material available through one of the other channels open from him tonight. This decision was strictly her own, of course, and was motivated by a very successful out-of-body experience she’d had last night, following ESP class. Jane was especially happy that today she had found interesting correlations with part of her adventure through a friend [Mary] who is also a class member.

[...] Jane was out of her very excellent trance at once. “That was one of those times when the material was coming through so great that I could have continued until morning. [...]

[...] “No” Actually I was, but Jane was doing so well as Seth that I hated to interrupt her delivery of the material.)

(Intently at 9:36:) Now this does not mean that your personality as you know it was often trapped within a womb, destined to die there, or that a hypothetical whole self would not be born. [...]