“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Whatever your situation is, it is a good idea to ask yourself what you would do if you were free of it. An alcoholic’s wife might wish with all her heart that her husband stop drinking — but if she suddenly asked herself what she would do, she might — surprisingly enough — feel a tinge of panic. On examination of her own thoughts and beliefs, she might well discover that she was so frightened of not achieving her own goals that she actually encouraged her husband’s alcoholism, so that she would not have to face her own “failure.”

Obviously this hypothetical situation is a quick example of what I mean, with no mention of the innumerable other beliefs and half-beliefs that would encircle the man’s and the woman’s relationship.

I thought I would write this out instead of calling, so that you’d have the record to study at your leisure. Would appreciate hearing from you about it when you have the time. [...]

[...] We don’t know whether there are really any connections between them and the situations I’ll describe, and would appreciate your comments when you have time. [...]

2. At the same time, I began using the calindula medication on the ulcer twice a day when I would change the dressing. [...]

(Shortly before the session was due I mentioned that I hoped Seth would clear up the discrepancy concerning the date of his birth. [...]

(I also mentioned that I hoped Seth would say something about our experience of last Saturday evening, when Jane contacted the nameless spokesman for the “group.” [...]

[...] They would seem to be distortions. [...]

A study of the correlations with their distortive effect would seem to yield entirely different data. [...]

The local situation would have involved five people, two of which are known to you. The public humiliation would have been too much for her. [...]

[...] As 10:00 AM approached I did decide I would have to rest for half an hour; I then got the idea of putting myself into a light trance and suggesting that my subconscious would consider any problems I might [...]

[...] I then continued putting myself in a light trance, suggesting that my subconscious would give me an experiment that would prove the validity of clairvoyance, premonition or prediction for the chapter I was working on. [...]

[...] I suggested that I would snap out of the state in half an hour as usual, and that I would feel renewed and energetic for the rest of the day.

[...] Nor would such weighty material have appealed to you then. For that matter, neither would it have appealed to me.

(Miss Dineen gave Jane information evidently confirming Seth’s prediction that April 15 would be a day of crisis for Miss Callahan. Without going into all the details about Seth, Jane learned from Miss Dineen that in the middle of that week, which would be on April 15, Miss Callahan’s condition became so bad that hospital officials insisted she be moved to a rest home as soon as possible. [...]

[...] Ten minutes of your clock time a day would certainly be of great value in the use of psychological time, and I suggest that you try this.

If they were ever lucky enough to pierce through their own cube, which is doubtful, they would merely discover the cube nearest to them, without ever imagining that there were literally numberless such cubes. [...]

[...] Therefore, I would like our Lady from Florence to ask her question again, and I would like the people in class to give an answer. [...]

Now, in particular I would like to hear answers from here (to Arnold) and here (to Dennis) and from the silent one in the back of the chair (to Laurie), and first of all I would like to make a remark to our friend (to Florence) and it is this. [...]

(To Florence.) And I would like you, dear Lady of Florence, to be aware of the questions asked by your inner self and not follow the intellect around like a puppy following its tail from one circle without answer to another for you limit the extent of your imagination in such a way. [...]

([Florence:] “I would like to know where we are at on the scale of development.”)

I am giving this material now, rather than later, as I said I would, because I could tell that Ruburt would clamp up on me, as far as this particular subject is concerned, after the pain was gone, and block this material.

[...] By the time we obtained treatment for it the time was close to noon, so it seemed there would be no session this evening, or at most a few words from Seth acknowledging the seriousness of Jane’s predicament.

[...] Even by 8:55 Jane still had no idea whether she would hear from Seth.

I would add one brief note for Ruburt’s edification. [...]

“It seems so hilariously logical that the Sumari, who are creators, would want to ‘merge’ with a family more prone to organization,⁴ to come up with what they would need to spread ideas: movable type. Otherwise, how would they ever get up the gumption to sit around and carve out all those damn little characters? [...]

[...] Since Sue herself is a Sumari, like Jane and me, I asked her to write an account of her feelings, thinking it would furnish a good example of one person’s emotional and intellectual involvement with a family of consciousness other than their own — and yes, of their reincarnational memories of those activities.

[...] However, after that session my impression ‘grew’ in such a way that I knew this family had something to do in a more direct way with the printing process — with the fascination of putting ideas down on paper through the use of typefaces that would, as much as the language involved, express the ideas behind the words themselves. [...]

“My heavyset friend was filled with the thrill of knowing that now words would spread faster. [...]

[...] It would make a lot of sense, I said, if it were true, and would account for things like an obsession with work, giving up other life activities, etc.—all done in a disguised attempt to appease that Sinful Self that merrily carried on year after year.... [...]

He began to search actually from childhood in a natural fashion toward some larger framework that would offer an explanation for reality that bore at least some resemblance to the natural vision of his best poetry. [...]

[...] His psychic recognition or initiation represented a remarkable breakthrough, meant to give him that additional psychic room that would insure the continued expansion of the abilities of the natural self. [...]

[...] That breakthrough, you might say, with perhaps some exaggeration, was a life saver, for without some such expansion Ruburt would have felt unable to continue the particular brand of his existence. [...]

[...] If a particular person’s face was a landscape, what kind of a landscape would it be, for example? [...] But beyond this in deeper terms, how would that face be translated if it were not a face but a landscape? What time of day would it suggest? [...]

They would have color if you were able to perceive them physically.

They constantly emanate out from the rock and return to it, in a motion so swift it would seem simultaneous. [...]

I would appreciate it, dear friend, if you let me continue for now, though I understand why you want to know. [...]

(Each dream would be characteristic of the functions of the hemisphere of the brain that experienced it, I added, as we think of those functions in the light of current knowledge. The left hemisphere, being more analytical and intellectual, would have dreams embodying those qualities; the more creative right hemisphere would have dreams involving symbols, the arts, and the emotions.

[...] In this case the film would be the body tissue, the brain’s tissue. The experiences themselves, however, would exist independently of the film, which in any case could not capture their entirety.

[...] In the same way, in the double dream there would be relationships between the two dreams.

[...] There would also be a number of other reasons for double dreams, of course. [...]

[...] No one can deny that a war fought by dreaming men at specified times would be less harmful than a physical war — to return to my flight of fancy. There would be reprecussions, however, that would be unavoidable, [for again, basically, the personality does not differentiate between sleeping and waking events].

But beneath the sophisticated gestalt are the simpler foundations of its being and, indeed, the very acceptance of all stimuli without which identity would be impossible. Without this acquiescence, the physical structure would never maintain itself, for the atoms and molecules within it constantly accept painful stimuli and suffer even their own destruction. [...]

[...] If I was dreaming then the apartments would disappear when I awakened. I would never get to explore them! [...]

[...] Here he reaches out to turn the radio off and gets a shock; the shock is his realization that the Material itself would cease were he to shut off his abilities. [...] Were he to shut off his abilities as one can turn off a radio, then you would also be deprived.

[...] Too many influences of this nature would be distracting, but some are definitely necessary; and again now, I would suggest that you invite a few congenial visitors to your home. [...]

[...] He would like some prestige in terms of position and financial benefit, that earlier did not concern him.

[...] If this were not so, you would be much more severely limited. [...]

If this were not so, the very possibility of the sessions would not even exist for you.

[...] To avoid its getting lost or forgotten, I plan to insert a note calling attention to it in the next regular session we have, which would be a book session on mass reality. It doesn’t seem tonight’s material would fit in here either

[...] They would always be looking for greener pastures, so to speak, and life would lose that necessary clear focus. [...]

[...] Carried to extremes, such a would-be artist or writer would never complete a painting or a book—not because of any lack of ability but because of lack of confidence and poor mental attitudes.

In the face of the belief that the painting or the book would be miserable if produced, each good sentence or artistic stroke would be the opportunity not for rejoicing but for dismay: “Aha, what a fine stroke to be wasted, for the painting will surely go astray.” [...]

The expressed (underlined) emotional anger, accusation or hurt on Ruburt’s part would automatically, or should, bring out in you an answering emotional statement. Answering in that any hurts or reasons on your part would be expressed with feeling, and the way cleared for an emotional statement of love, regret, or on both of your parts an emotional expression of sorrow for having hurt the other.

The new data emerging within your physical reality would have to appear in a way that was congruous with its surroundings, and adopt then some acceptable representation. To follow it back to its source however you would have to keep sight of it as it gradually was divested of these recognizable patterns. [...]

They would be well worth the while, however. [...]

[...] Arguments between you for example would have been far healthier. [...]

[...] He intends to communicate with you again, and I would say that in your time this would occur at approximately three o’clock tomorrow morning.

[...] It would help him if he could imagine it as having a shape or form, or a weight. [...]

[...] Conceivably he could make contact with you in the past, and you would have forgotten, but this is not the case. [...]

[...] Most probably it would be a telepathic communication, but he may touch you, to see if you feel physical to him. [...]

(Jane began sitting for the session at 9:30 PM, waiting to see what would develop. I thought it very likely she would speak in the new voice. [...]

[...] It was this innate ability and knowledge, your fond (smile) Seth tells me, that prevented you from marrying until you met someone who would be able to help you along these lines.

If you will give us a moment, your friend would like to speak to you more directly.

Had she taken the session to heart, the probabilities would have been altered. [...]

[...] His loyalty to you would make him by turns deny any backed-up feelings toward your parents, and then he would be forced to recognize them, and in doing so he would become angry at you for having parents.

[...] Such a performance would have been impossible for him early in your marriage. He simply would have run away, as he wanted to run away this time.

The difference in age to some extent applied, in that he became angry at you then for being enough older than he so that your aging parents would become a difficulty. Such problems would have had to be faced in any case, but they were faced creatively, and brought about these sessions and your own psychic developments.

These are all highly creative, regardless of the apparent effects of what you would call the less desirable ones.

[...] Jane and I cannot cover all the subjects we would like to. Many times when we would like something at least mentioned by Seth, we mention it before a session in the hope it will be dealt with. [...]

(Naturally, after Jane’s experience with psychological time earlier in the day, we wondered whether there would be a session at all tonight. [...]

If you recall, I told you that the psychological time experiments would prove more fruitful now, but Ruburt really came up with a peach.

(I would say a little less than two hours, actually.)

(Speculating about a triangle in which he was involved, John said he could see where the weak point would be his immediate superior, his district manager in Rochester, and the strong point would be the regional manager in Long Island. John told us his district manager was offered the job of regional manager recently, but turned it down for various reasons; more money would have been involved also.

[...] It concerned the manner in which he would be advanced. John was concerned about where he would go to beyond the triangle, for at first glance he said he seemed to have nowhere to move to.)

[...] He is at the strong point of the triangle, and he would try to manipulate both Philip and the man. [...]

(The strong link would be a man named Stan, the regional manager at the triangle’s apex. [...]