“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Obviously, in larger terms Jane and I believe that the earth—indeed, the universe itself—is alive.

[...] You are kept alive as you listen to me and yet you do not understand what keeps your body alive and functioning. [...]

You feel very alive, indeed. [...]

The child understands that it is itself, and yet that it is simultaneously a portion of its parents, alive within their lives (intently), as well as within its own. [...]

[...] Some of the Old Masters were adept at painting scenes of violence, warfare, sagas, with dark and dreary atmospheres, yet each so filled at the same time with life and vitality that the canvases themselves seemed alive. [...]

You must first of all realize that within you there is somewhere the miraculous knowledge that keeps your body alive and operating. This portion of yourself, despite all your problems, keeps you alive as a physical organism. Its knowledge is beyond the wisdom of any man or woman alive! [...]

[...] Now this is the kind of consciousness of which you are used to thinking, for you cannot imagine consciousness without perception, in your terms, and yet consciousness can be vital and alive without perception as you think of it. [...]

[...] Whenever you close your feelings off from yourself you are, in your own terms, less alive. [...]

[...] You all know what association is, it operates not only within one life, but between lives, in your terms; so that words and phrases spoken now will trigger the memories but these memories will become alive if you allow them to. [...]

[...] Again, the environment is conscious and alive. [...]

[...] To Seth, George and Jane and Sue and I are “counterparts” — entities psychically connected to each other, and to other men, women, and children alive now in this country and in others. [...]

[...] (A scientist doesn’t call an atom of oxygen, or one of any other element, alive, let alone conscious. Yet a collection of certain atoms assembled into a human form calls itself alive — and vehemently denies the same status to identical atoms that have the misfortune to exist outside of that human framework.) But some of the reasons for our exceedingly poor understanding of the general human state are discussed by Seth in the material he’s given over the last decade, and I’m sure there is much more to come.

[...] I think that I’m alive in Seth’s subjective ‘body’ in the same way that one of my cells is alive in my physical body. [...]

[...] Maybe I’m some distant ancestor of Seth’s in those terms, alive in my life but only a memory in his. [...]

[...] If instead the consciousness has been kept alive despite its own intents through medical procedures, it will terminate its own physical life in one way or another.

[...] When the transition is complete for her, and she is fully organized, she will be able to visit John, but she will also be involved in rather intensive training periods of her own, and will be more alive than ever.

[...] She is trying to cut off any identification with the physical body, whether it be alive or dead in your terms.

[...] When a person is feeling in good health, exuberant and alive, such queries will be nonchalantly shoved aside — they will have no effect whatsoever. [...]

(Jane ate a better lunch today — that is, not enough to keep a bird alive, but still an improvement over most of the month of July: A little soup, a little egg yolk, coffee, a little custard, chocolate milk, and so forth.

Ruburt will make it home alive, in a much better physical situation.

[...] It is as if, then, the earth, with all of its species, existed in complete form as a fully dimensioned cosmic underpainting, which gradually came alive all at once. [...] Physically the species appeared — all species appeared — in the same way that you might imagine all of the elements of a highly complicated dream suddenly coming alive with physical properties. [...]

[...] I couldn’t remember what I’d said as Seth — and I wasn’t sure if I knew what magic was — or wasn’t — But I knew that the night was … magical, alive with its own natural ceremonies. [...]

[...] It’s an alive, vital part of us. [...]

The body is always an alive, alert, responsive, ever-changing framework, fully focused in the present. [...]

[...] I get a spooky feeling that I’ve had before, thinking that here we are, alive and conscious, technologically accomplished, and we really haven’t the slightest idea of where the universe came from or why we’re alive, though as a species we’re gifted with both intellect and intuition. [...]

It is easier then to sense and feel the alive energy within and beneath the physical forms that you see. [...]

[...] Imagine the energy within that object perpetual, but in terms of being endlessly alive and vital.

I’ve always transferred my life to letters,
and one day it will reside
exclusively in written nouns and vowels,
clean paragraphs
distilled from mysterious life’s days.
Even before death’s event
I plan my mind’s resting place
as if there is a second life
in thought’s products that defies
the brain’s shorter span, and rises
sans blood, flesh, hand or eye,
self-contained, truly alive at last;
like some mental balloon
set on a safe course finally
through unexplored skies
when the hand that holds it
lets it go.