“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The physically oriented consciousness, responding to one phase of the atom’s activity, comes alive and awake to its particular existence, but in between are other fluctuations in which consciousness is focused upon entirely different systems of reality; each of these coming awake and responding, and each one having no sense of absence, and memory only of those particular fluctuations to which they respond.

[...] And while this is true, it is also true that the people on your planet need every bit of help and encouragement they can get from each person alive. [...]

[...] This character is so independent, alive and real, that it in turn forms other characters — and each writes its own book, or forms its own reality. [...]

The same kind of interrelationship occurs with each individual now alive, in your terms, whether or not conscious awareness is involved. [...]

[...] The unknown reality is alive in your own psyche. [...] You would not be alive, in your terms, if first you did not imagine yourself as you are. [...]

[...] I wondered, ‘Whatever happened to Henry?’ Suddenly I had the thought that maybe in linear terms Henry is now ‘many’ people — that he has a number of offshoots or counterpart personalities alive at once. [...]

[...] Nor between inner reality, which forms physical matter, and physical objects themselves, for the atoms which are manipulated to form objects are themselves a portion of consciousness, and alive in those terms. [...]

[...] An actor throwing himself or herself into a role, even momentarily lost in the part, is still alive and functioning as himself or herself in a context that is larger than the play. The character in the play is seemingly alive (creatively) for the play’s duration, perception being limited to that framework, yet to play that role the actor draws upon the experience of his own life. [...]

(Pause at 11:58.) As I describe some of early man’s past in historic terms, I will also show how that “heritage” is alive in your daily experience with the world as you know it. [...]

The archaeology of the soul and the blood is not buried, but alive in your experience. [...]

[...] Those alive in your terms rely at least outwardly on the spoken word. [...]

Feelings become far more vivid, pulsating and alive, also. [...]

[...] Each spoon that you touch, each flower that you rearrange, each syllable that you speak, each room you attend to, automatically brings you in touch with your natural feeling for the universe—for each object, however homey or mundane, is alive with changes and comprehension.

[...] (Pause.) You are alive whether or not (with half a laugh) you are dead. [...]

[...] But the term Israel still stands for one individual, along with its multitudinous parts, and all of the colorful, feared, anguished or enticing heroes of the bible represent elements of each person’s soul, personified, set momentarily alive in myth. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) All That Is is alive within the least of itself, aware within for example the molecule. [...]

[...] He became especially beautiful, Jane told me; when she stroked him his fur felt marvelously smooth and alive. [...]

[...] “My body’s so alive that I almost can’t stand it at times —”

Since this material must be comprehensible, Ruburt and I together form our own pathway of perceptions—he from his end and me from mine, so that we thread back and forth as if (underlined) through the wiring of some vast computer—but a computer that is alive.

[...] Next I asked him: “Is part of your psyche alive on earth now?” The answer was very strange to us at the time: “Very small part. [...]

There is no one else presently alive in your system with whom I had any great rapport in the past, except yourselves. [...]

[...] Your beliefs are indeed alive in their own fashion. [...]

[...] You literally will yourselves alive. [...]

[...] The day had turned hot and bright and humid — a beautiful day to be alive, actually, though I’d agreed with the priests when each of them said that Joe was in an even better place now.

[...] The archaeology of the past and the future alike is alive within the layers of consciousness that compose your being.

[...] Those fossils are still alive, however. [...]

[...] Now the eyes in the oil head I recently finished of the discarnate artist, Van Elver, seemed alive to her; the portrait hangs on a bookcase wall in our living room. [...]

(She felt strong intensities in the bathroom doorway; felt like she was a ghost, returning to the scene; everything was exceptionally vivid—so dear, so palpitating and alive. [...]