“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

These poems were all written in spring and summer of 1963 and concern life in general:

Now I remember that spring, recall sitting at my desk writing poetry, caught up in a feeling that nature was betraying us all with its promise of hope and renewal. [...]

I suggest you read the session I gave concerning the importance of the person from which the artist or writer springs. [...] All of the individual and joint inhibitions you have placed upon yourselves spring directly from those specialized versions of yourselves.

For Ruburt, spring and fall are periods when all of his energy rouses at a highly creative level, and insights are particularly valuable at such times. [...]

[...] Since infancy for example Ruburt’s hormonal output has always increased in spring and autumn, and all of the important affairs of his life are initiated then. [...]

[...] In an organizational framework that would certainly be envied by the most advanced technological concern, communications spring back and forth with great rapidity. [...]

At one level of your being there is a common ground where body consciousness merges with that higher consciousness from which your own identity springs. [...]

[...] She stood a bit taller; her movements were somewhat quicker on her feet; she felt a “spring” in her step that had been missing for years.

[...] The Sinful Self material is “timed” in its own fashion so that although there is a good deal of material already written, its effects are periodic—that is, they are clued to spring into even greater insight which may not be apparent at any one given time. [...]

March 21st, you see, meant spring to you, and because of your peculiar makeup the illness would only be permitted to attack during winter, or your conception of winter.

[...] See the 143rd session in Volume 3. Thus my idea of spring did not coincide exactly with the calendar’s.)

[...] The card for Type II contained a notice to the effect that information about Type III would be available in the spring of 1963, but if memory serves correctly Type III never was available for public free distribution in this area. [...]

[...] I left the well-paying field of comics just about at the time I met Jane, in the spring of 1954. [...]

(Slowly at 10:03:) Each part is vital, and in one way or another there is instant communication between the smallest and the largest, the cobweb and the spider, the man, the entity, and the star — and each spins its own web of probabilities from which other universes continually spring.

[...] You can spring it on Ruburt. [...]

[...] When I wish I could somehow make you understand that reality springs from your thoughts, and not the other way around, and that any given thought is far more real in basic terms than the table upon which Ruburt rests his foot (stamping upon the table with that foot). [...]

[...] A warmth that forms the very pulse of physical existence and yet is born from the devotion of our isolation; that is born from the creativity that is beyond flesh and bone, that forms fingers without feeling fingers, that forms seasons without knowing spring, that creates sand without knowing sand or ground, that creates the reality that you know without experiencing it, that forms fathers, sons and daughters and mothers without knowing what fathers and mothers and daughters and sons are, and yet from this devotion, from that creativity comes all that you know. [...]

The human organism does not spring full blown, erupt into existence at birth, and laboriously then begin its first attempt to gain experience. [...]

[...] The hospital, or whatever it was, was near Lizzy Roohan’s old house, in my childhood neighborhood in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] This spring will be the time.

my joints like springs of wisdom flourish,

[...] It is only when you believe that consciousness must be attuned only to exterior conditions that you force it to cut itself off from inner knowledge, intuitional “voices,” and the depths from which it springs.

[...] Camouflages spring up (pause) along the coordinates, and moment points offer endless opportunities for further expression and development. [...]

[...] At the last break and this one, I had felt that Jane’s delivery slowed down as break time approached, something like a spring unwinding. [...]

[...] It was taken by an older lady friend who was treating her to an outing at a spa just outside of the New York State resort of Saratoga Springs, where Jane lived with her bedridden mother, Marie, and a housekeeper. [...] She wears a print dress that had been given to her in the Roman Catholic orphanage in Troy, some 35 miles from Saratoga Springs; she’d spent the previous 18 months there in the institution while her mother had been hospitalized in another city for treatment of rheumatoid arthritis. [...]

[...] With her daughter, the young Marie then returned to her own parents, and the home that the family had rented for a number of years: half of a double dwelling in a poor neighborhood in Saratoga Springs, N.Y. Marie began experiencing the early stages of rheumatoid arthritis, but worked as much as possible.

[...] The act of separation finally became conscious and deliberate when I moved to a small community near Saratoga Springs, N.Y. (where Jane lived), to temporarily help an artist-writer friend produce a syndicated “comic” strip. [...]

[...] Since consciousness or action can never fully materialize itself, there are literally infinities of such nonexistent areas from which new dimensions can spring.

[...] Emotional and psychic changes sometimes sweep her willy-nilly, with the changes from winter to spring having to do with chemical rather than glandular adjustments. [...]

[...] They do not spring from nowhere. [...]

[...] Other causes must not be allowed to spring up, you see. [...]

[...] It is the initial basic language from which all others spring, for all languages’ purposes rise from those qualities natural to love’s expression — the desire to communicate, create, explore, and to join with the beloved.