“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We had had no instances of clairvoyance or any evidential material except for that provided in the early séance, and we had both decided that we weren’t ready to try anything like that again for some time.

(“When I used the pendulum Sunday afternoon and found out about the reasons for Jane’s symptoms, it seemed like I’d asked questions like that before; but nothing happened, there weren’t any results—”)

[...] We weren’t upset; yet we did feel uneasy as the session resumed at 9:57.)

[...] I even think that mother and daughter shared the same case of arthritis—there weren’t two separate instances of it.

([Ron:] “I was wondering if you weren’t speaking of yourself also?”)

(“Were there earlier demonstrations by the flame that weren’t accidental?”)

[...] They knew such things weren’t supposed to happen and were afraid that an extrasensory event cast doubts on their own mental or emotional stability.

[...] In accidental ways that would be quite humorous if they weren’t so personal, we’ve also learned what negative ideas others can have about us: A person will inadvertently reveal to us, during a conversation, or in a letter or over the telephone, the unflattering opinions his or her mate, or parents, or friends, really have of Jane and me and the work we’re engaged in with the Seth material.

(In the 724th session the following night, Seth remarked upon such circumstances, saying that while Peter and I weren’t counterparts, we’re “closely enough allied so that in certain terms you ‘share’ some of the same psychic memories, like cousins who speak about old dimly remembered brothers.”¹³

[...] “I feared I’d lost all inspiration—that 20 years of answers weren’t enough, and that perhaps my life had no place to go if that were the case. [...]

It occurred to me that perhaps the effects were warnings to go back to my body or indications that conditions weren’t good. [...]

(Rob and I weren’t as alone as we thought, when we tried first seance. [...]

[...] I’m pretty choosy as to whom I let in my house, and living or dead, people like that weren’t going to find a welcome mat here.

[...] To some degree I’ve been involved in many changes of belief also, but I’m a participator in the development of the Seth Material, not its originator; the pressures and challenges weren’t — aren’t — as demanding. [...]

[...] They weren’t about to be taken in by any mumbo jumbo. [...]

[...] She picked up every infection in vogue, and many that weren’t. She went from doctor to doctor and always with quite definite and often appalling physical symptions. [...]

[...] I dropped my cigarettes on the wet ground, picked them up, and discovered to my astonishment that they weren’t wet at all. [...]

[...] But the other girls weren’t afraid of him. [...]

Through all of this, we’ve usually kept the sessions going, to get both book work and other, often private material, seen a number of scheduled visitors — and some who weren’t scheduled — and participated in a few radio and newspaper interviews.

[...] Both of us had jobs at the large hospital in my home town of Sayre, Pa., eighteen miles southeast of Elmira, N.Y. The setting and the buildings weren’t like those of the “real” hospital in Sayre, though. [...]