“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

She kneels to the closed, but I am awed.

[...] He seems to be in awe, relatively speaking, of your simplified “perfectionist” detailed ways, while to a certain extent you seem to be in awe of his inspired undetailed ways—a game each of you play.

[...] The courageous acquiescence of his death made us feel humble and ignorant — and in awe of nature’s mysteries — because certainly Willy died with a kind of absolute trust that people find most difficult to achieve. [...]

(10:32.) Many people are in awe of their dreams. [...]

[...] He senses the awe of creativity as it becomes physically apparent, and that force is being released in your lives. [...]

[...] Jane sounded awed, though, when she said that the Walnut Street Bridge would “go.” I was awed too, since the old steel bridge crossed the Chemung River less than half a block from us. [...]

[...] Now, since I am also going to be an author you must look upon me with some awe. [...]

[...] I watch with awe as within this reality each one of us expresses as best we can our creative understanding of this wonderful mystery.

The child, laughing with joy and awe at the sight of the first violet, understands far more in the deepest terms than a botanist who has long since forgotten the experience of perceiving one violet, though he has at his mental fingertips the names and classifications of all the world’s flowers. [...]

[...] His consciousness has been perceiving this sort of unfamiliar environment with some awe. [...]

[...] It only becomes difficult to move when one begins to question the nature of motion, or overly is awed by it. [...]

I should be a bishop, for the looks upon your faces, the reverence and the quiet and the awed expression. [...]

[...] Many people want to change the world for the better, but that ideal seems so awe-inspiring that they think they can make no headway unless they perform some great acts of daring or heroism, or envision themselves in some political or religious place of power, or promote an uprising or rebellion. [...]

[...] Still with elaborate amusement:) I will pour some wine, and leave you to contemplate in awe the way I show that I understand your thoughts.

My dreaming self
Lay on the bed.
I stood aside with awe.
“Why, both of us are one,”
I said. [...]

[...] Seeing these bloody results, they became even more frightened, more awed by what they thought of as this terrible energy that sometimes seemed to drive them to kill.

[...] Their knowledge has been envied and yet held in superstitious awe.

[...] This time, I was swept away by the most awe-inspiring event of my life to that date; yet, I was not afraid.

Yet, the awe I invariably feel when I study a microphotograph of the retina of the eye, magnified “only” 20,000 times, is hardly an unalloyed blessing. [...]

[...] The pictures were truly awe-inspiring. [...]

My dreaming self
Lay on the bed.
I stood aside with awe.
“Why, both of us are one,” I said.
He said, “I thought you knew.”