“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In spring 1965, about a year after we wrote Dr. Osis, Rob wrote to Dr. Instream (not his real name), who was connected with a state university in upstate New York. [...]

[...] From the rich bed of creative imagination springs the physical facts that appear within your lives. [...]

[...] Believe it or not, I actually look forward to your spring and summer, and while traffic may bother you in the summer, I will find the air from the open windows most enjoyable.

[...] Jane grew up in an Irish neighborhood in Saratoga Springs, NY, and is a quarter Irish. [...]

Your own subconscious is the fountain of your individuality and personality; from it springs your talent. [...]

Now, form number one will spring out of an ordinary dream state. [...]

[...] Intuitive springs rush to the surface, and because the outer ego has already been alerted, it is able to accept these realities while still performing its ordinary duties.

Your physical life and your dreaming life are so intimately connected that it can be misleading to say what I am about to say, colon: that waking experience springs from the unknown dream reality. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) In that probable reality, to which each of you can belong to some extent, each person will recognize his or her inherent power of action and decision, and feel an individual sense of belonging with the physical world that springs up in response to individual desire and belief.⁷

[...] This dream involved the large playground she visited often in waking life, across the street from her school in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

In our ceaseless search for answers to an unending list of personal questions, we discussed the notion that in her own way Jane has described a circle from her childhood: Her parents, Marie and Delmer, were married in Saratoga Springs, a well-known resort town in upper New York State, in 1928. [...]

[...] They spring up ever new. [...]

In other terms, you will leave this system for others, but there will be a portion of you yet, no matter how many eons pass, that remembers a spring evening and a smell of autumn air; and those things will always be with you when you want them. [...]

[...] Yes, I do know it is raining and that your spring is on its way.

[...] Instead, I suspect that there are even stranger chasms and openings into other worlds of whose existence we are quite unaware — pools of creativity, consciousness and experience, from which not only our three-dimensional reality but also others spring.

[...] Psychic energy is the one reality from which all others spring. [...]

[...] How long did it take you to spring that one on me?

In a waking state, Ruburt found himself in Saratoga Springs, N.Y., where he grew up, in what seemed to be a kind of mental projection. [...]

[...] From it springs the aspirations and achievements of our race. [...]

From the “chaotic” bed of your dreams springs your ordered daily organized action. [...]