“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But you wouldn’t be seen in public with me, you kept the whole thing secret. [...]

[...] She couldn’t get the material through in the two instances noted; in the past, she said, she wouldn’t have been aware of this, so she considered this new awareness an advancement over the past.

(10:23 P.M. But, I told Jane with some humor of my own, I also knew that that knowledge wouldn’t stop me from occasionally inserting what I think is a particularly good and appropriate nonbook session into whatever project Seth may have going at the time. [...]

It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that in dream life I’m writing a book about waking consciousness just as, with my waking consciousness, I’m writing about the reality of dreams. It wouldn’t astonish me either to learn that Seth in an entirely different dimension speaks for a personality called Jane. [...]

[...] I got scared, wouldn’t look, I guess afraid I’d see my own face. As it vanished it occurred to me that the face wouldn’t have to be mine. [...]

[...] I said I wouldn’t mind Seth commenting on the dream. [...]

[...] The panicky feelings wouldn’t allow that, though—they expressed themselves in waves just as they had last Monday and Wednesday mornings. [...]

[...] “But I wasn’t necessarily thinking that the insurance probabilities wouldn’t work out.” [...]

[...] Ordinarily she wouldn’t have noticed anything like this. [...]

[...] In any case, I wasn’t in my physical body, and he probably wouldn’t know anything was wrong anyhow. [...]

[...] He had given us some information about this life in previous sessions, and now he told me that I wouldn’t again die of cancer (a mistake in tactics on his part, since he had long ago told me to give up cigarettes, and I haven’t complied. [...]

[...] We chatted and he pointed out places of interest in the city even while he warned me that I wouldn’t be able to remember them.

[...] Jane had also said today that she’d felt that she had to be careful how she approached me so I wouldn’t get mad and leave her. [...]

[...] Her eyes wouldn’t open, etc. [...]

[...] A week before that date, I wouldn’t have considered making such an offer. [...]

[...] I told Jane I wouldn’t be surprised to walk into the bedroom some day and discover that she had simply died during the night, so resolving her challenges. [...]

(Jane said now that there was a “tremendous amount of energy” available, but that it was being withdrawn slowly so that she wouldn’t feel any letdown.)

[...] [And wouldn’t you know it, I told Jane: My last paragraph for Mass Events is about the biannual migratory flights of the geese.]

[...] He talked of driving up occasionally, but it’s a five-hour trip and wouldn’t work out very well from his standpoint. [...]

(“Wouldn’t that be a riot?” she laughed. [...]

[...] As far as our accepted history goes, there wouldn’t have been any Spanish speaking colonies or groups in South America in the 1200’s. Latin America was opened up to Spanish settlement in the 1500’s, of course, after the voyage of Columbus in 1492...)

[...] She does the same with the little poems she’s worked upon, most of which she regards as being not only incomplete but quite inconsequential: “I wouldn’t even type them up, like you did,” she commented. [...]

[...] I know that to some we’re sure to have appeared slow in putting to use much of the material, but in a most basic respect we’re way ahead in the situation: If we hadn’t almost instantaneously begun to encourage the flow of information from Seth when Jane started to express it some 18 years ago, and to write it down, then it wouldn’t even exist—at least in its present form. [...]