Results 561 to 580 of 1348 for stemmed:who
Here Seth turns to me and to some others who now appear in the room. [...]
[...] I consider projecting but decide not to ruin the bike experience for Carl who would dearly love to own a motorcycle, even if he is only a dream Carl of mine.
[...] They outlawed those suits a number of years ago, so we can’t get to …’ She stops suddenly and I get the idea that once again I’m in some kind of a warp of a probable dimension of submarine people, or people who live in a water-based atmosphere. [...]
[...] I step into it and meet several strange catlike people who explain that I have projected into a warp of dimensions and entered their reality. [...]
It is you who change the apparent form of the action, and give the form a name. It is you who arbitrarily recognize a portion of an action as any particular material object. [...]
The one exception here would be taking down verbatim the words of someone who Ruburt was convinced had superior creative ability or knowledge.
([I asked:] “Who is this?”)
(“Who is Tom Roberts?”)
To reach today’s authorities you must make too many concessions, and that is true of anyone who hopes to produce great work in any area. [...]
[...] You are not being treated like merchandise at Prentice, whatever Prentice’s faults might be, and you would be treated like merchandise by the high-powered agent, who would consider you a fine property, and expect you to act accordingly.
[...] Yet he or she might also find within strong characteristics of another one, in which case the individual is in the same position as someone who is, say, part Irish and part French in physical terms.
Now it is fairly unusual to be half Italian and half Chinese, though it is possible; so some of the psychic families join more easily with certain others, and some who are very sympathetic to each other find it quite difficult to blend. [...]
Males who are creatively gifted find themselves in some dilemma, for their rich, sensed creativity comes into direct conflict with their ideas of virility. Women who possess characteristics that are thought to be masculine have the same problem on the other side.
[...] When women were near birth, they performed those chores that could be done in the cave dwellings, or nearby, and also watched other young children; while the women who were not pregnant were off with the males, hunting or gathering food.
(Jane was quite upset before the session this evening, and I’m the one who was responsible for her state. [...]
Now those beliefs separate man from his own nature.1 He cannot trust himself — for who can rely upon the accidental bubblings of hormones and chemicals that somehow form a stew called consciousness (louder and quite ironic) — an unsavory brew at best, so the field of science will forever escape opening up into any great vision of the meaning of life. [...]
[...] And what about the people who live nearby?
(A note: Those who are interested in material on the fluctuations of consciousness can refer to the following sessions in Seth Speaks: the 567th session in Chapter Sixteen, on the phasing of atoms in and out of our system; the 576th session in Chapter Nineteen, on alternate presents; and the ESP class session for June 23, 1970, in the Appendix, on organization in our present reality. [...]
(I could see how each move of the burial process had been carefully evolved to help the bereaved family separate from the one who had died. [...]
(The booklet explains much — all of the multitude of sittings and standings and kneelings that we went through in the pews; the gifts carried to the altar by the Bumbalo grandchildren; the hymns we listened to; the selections from the Bible read by the various priests; the responses we gave to the appropriate passages recited by the head priest, who read from the Gospel of John and other Biblical passages.
“Who knows?” I said. [...]
[...] And behind all these questions there was the big one: Was Seth really a personality who had survived death? [...]
[...]
Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”
[...] This way, you have your actors taking the situation as it seems to be but looking about in amazement now and then to wonder how they got where they are, who constructed the sets and so forth. [...]
(“I’m wondering who all these people are who go into these deep trance states. [...]
Benefits received by personalities who are in deep trance are not nearly as long-lasting as they are in my method. [...]
[...] I much prefer personally an active, fairly alert personality student rather than a deep trance subject who passively receives and transmits spoon-fed knowledge. [...]
(“Well, there aren’t many on this plane who go into such a deep trance state, are there?”)
(This afternoon John Bradley, who was our witness for the 26th session, stopped in to ask if he could be a witness for the session tonight. [...]
[...] You know now that killing is not practical, since it is being brought home to you in a very practical manner that in the long run he who kills will not survive.
[...] On the other hand there will be men who will have the same sympathies as your own, and with whom you will make contact within the company, if you avoid these so-called practical solutions.
(A husband and wife who were scheduled to witness the session tonight, notified Jane they would be unable to attend because of business pressures. [...]
My welcome to Mark, who is with us again, and I repeat: The boat was the first boat in vision from the inside of the large room in which the men met.
(“Who is he with?”
[...] I asked him if he had any friends who might still be there, that he could write to for verification.
The ego cannot so change its focus, but the inner ego of which we have spoken is indeed the self that dreams, and is the “I” who experiences when the ego “I” sleeps.
When hypnosis is more clearly understood and used, and when certain other psychological devices are discovered, it will then be possible to change focus in such a manner, and through psychological testing discover the personality types, the individual types who dwell in various stages of the subconscious.
[...] When the proper focus point is reached however, these communications will result in rapport between the living and that portion of personality essences, or so-called dead, who are still at least psychically connected with life on your field.
[...] Some, because of excellent development, inner communication with the inner self, feel subconsciously secure enough to change focus spontaneously, as one might listen to one radio station and then another, still retaining knowledge of the basic “I” who listened.
(To Sue.) When you really learn to trust yourself, when you learn emotionally, as well as intellectually, when you learn with your spirit and your gut, then you will learn who you are. [...]
(To Laurie.) Now what Ruburt said to you I would like to reinforce ten times: It is like a woman in the rain who carries an umbrella, and instead of using it, she says, “Well, it is raining too hard. [...]
[...] A connection with round colored objects, and a person who was not familiar to you personally.
(“and a person who was not familiar to you personally.” [...]
[...] See the reference to “A connection with grassy land,” and “and a person who was not familiar to you personally.” [...]
(So Jane, while voicing the impression of “grassy land”, had the mental impression of grain, which referred to a man named Rice, who was present in the place where I obtained the envelope object. [...]
[...] You could take six of those books, I thought, shuffle the names of the mediums around, and never know who produced what. [...]
(I told Jane of my dream of the night before last, in which she and I and Leonard Yaudes — who had been our downstairs neighbor at 458 — moved into an apartment together at 458. [...]