“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As an individual cell can be considered to be apart from the rest of the body, as its outer rim can be considered as something that divides it from the rest of the body, so the self can be considered as apart from the universe, and its outer skin thought of as dividing it from the rest of the body.

[...] It was a warm if snowy night, and we had a kitchen window open for fresh air; all through her delivery I’d been aware of the traffic ceaselessly negotiating the intersection just west of “our” apartment house, of course, and had asked her to repeat a number of words. We do intend to move out of our two apartments early next year, as soon as I finish the illustrations for Jane’s Dialogues — that is, we’re going to start looking for a house we can buy.

[...] I do not personally know why anyone would collect the worst works of any artist, and get pleasure in ripping them apart. [...]

To say that people can escape to another probability is pragmatically a cop-out — this is apart from the reality of probabilities, for I am speaking from your emotional viewpoint.

[...] “If you keep on improving like you have been, it looks like I’ll be taking the book apart a lot sooner than I thought I would—which, after all, is what we want you to be able to do: read by yourself.” [...]

[...] Flowing through Elmira, NY, the Chemung River passes close to our apartment.)

[...] I stressed that it was a very important step, and that maybe soon I could take apart Personal Reality, as I had suggested doing some weeks ago, so that she could read it page by page. [...]

[...] On some ways the two apartments, he felt, were an honest symbol of your relationship. [...]

When the process began, however, the deep power of nature had to be “controlled” so that the growing consciousness could see itself as apart from this natural source. [...]

[...] Jane said she’d been picturing herself at the old apartments on Water Street [we’d ended up with two], and around town as she used to go — all as though she were taking the last grand tour. [...]

This was enough to send me to Miss Cunningham’s apartment, hoping to bring up the name in conversation. [...]

[...] Disquieted, I returned to my apartment.

[...] Nor can I blame you for growing tired when after asking you to imagine this strange structure, I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.

[...] We have no math books in the apartment. [...]

[...] The atom lives in the unpredictable factor where the integers meet and fall apart. [...]

[...] And when you look at the world you know you can say, “Look, this is what I have created!” And if you do not like what you see, then there is no point in ripping apart the painting or ripping apart the framework of your life. [...]

[...] When you use them (biofeedback, for instance) even to attain alterations of consciousness, you are programming yourselves, stepping apart from yourselves.

[...] You cannot stand apart from a reality and do any more than present diagrams of it. [...]

[...] Some years ago, just before you took on the second apartment, Ruburt complained in his journal that it seems as if the day was gray, or that color had fled the world. [...]

I have told you that the ego, generally speaking, is self-conscious action that attempts to set itself apart from action and to consider action as an alien object. [...]

[...] Merle and his wife used to live in the apartment house we occupy in Elmira. [...]

[...] I can impart information that is not distorted in three-dimensional terms simply because I am so apart from three-dimensional reality. [...]

[...] So science and revelation seem far apart indeed, for the revelation usually insists upon obedience to a vision that is privately received, and offers as a rule but poor evidence. [...]

It is rather difficult for those who have not been in your system to understand that you give time and images a reality of their own, as if they existed apart from you. [...]

At the same time, the people in the apartment downstairs got company. [...]

[...] We go up a set of outside stairs and into an apartment which seems to have a large living room. [...]

[...] In that reality, you returned from York Beach, gave up your apartment in Elmira, returned to Sayre, lived for some time with your parents, [and] commuted to your Elmira job to save money.