“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

her beautiful manicured toes.

As it is, the beauties of nature belong to us all.

[...] If you can, playfully, playfully together, imagine you and Ruburt chasing each other up and down the stairs, or dancing beautifully, or whatever comes into your mind, as long as it is not serious, and you do not expect instant results.

[...] The last notes I gave you are extremely important, but he must not become overly concerned with results, but know that the new beliefs will bring results, as the old ones did, and as beautifully. [...]

[...] The Something is subjective, but its effects have appeared so beautifully and effectively in physical terms, that the physical changes themselves add to the subjective joy, relief, and sense of direction.

Then, re-reading some material I was struck by the massive intellect behind it, the real beauty of the material, and sad that I did not really let myself realize it before; indeed that I had allowed myself to be affected by the lesser writings of others; even to the extent that in some late sessions it affected the material. [...]

[...] Beauty, love, peace, and abundance are mine. [...]

(Silently, quietly, all distorted thought patterns in her subconscious mind are removed and dissolved, and the vitality, wholeness and beauty of the life principle are made manifest in every atom of her being. [...]

[...] Physically the day may be brilliant, but if you are in a blue mood you may automatically close yourself off from the day’s natural light, not notice it — or even use that natural beauty as counterpoint that only makes you feel more disconsolate. Then you might look outward at the day through your mood and see its beauty as a meaningless or even cruel facade. [...]

[...] They are beautiful in themselves. [...]

[...] So some dream hallucinations are beautiful, comforting, refreshing. [...]

(“Why, I was really beautiful then...I used to pee on our robes—I ripped them off us,” she said, “when we were alone. [...]

[...] I thought them especially beautiful. [...]

(“I was so beautiful, then, “ she said, “so perfect physically that I relied on that. [...]

[...] The beauties of various ages, the natural beauties, the paintings and buildings are all recreated as learning methods for these beginners. One of their main preoccupations is to create beauty that impinges itself in as many various dimensions of reality as possible.

[...] Georgia made Jane a beautiful wool small-size covering or blanket. [...]

[...] At first I thought it quite a useless gift, even if beautiful. [...]

[...] He has been inspired, but to paint, because his impulses are quite correct; the painting of flowers leads him to contemplate beauty for beauty’s sake, frees his mind, and also allows for certain kinds of muscular motions that are now beneficial.

[...] The ligaments in the legs are responding beautifully, and as I said earlier, there is a give-and-take between the trunk and leg areas.

[...] When you are building self-trust, and your body is in any way impaired, then you are learning to do something that you did not do when your body was operating beautifully.

(Louder:)I think you are doing beautifully on “Unknown”—but then I always have.

Ruburt’s nightmare experience (of March 8) is a beautiful example of the kind of explosive emotional content that many people carry, fairly hidden, representing certain taboos, translated of course in individualistic manners. [...]

[...] His coat is glossy and beautiful. [...]

[...] It could have been a grim, if beautiful, setting. [...]

[...] Jane can write, speak, and sing in Sumari — rapid, seemingly-nonsense words that she unhesitatingly translates into English prose and poetry of great beauty. [...]

[...] You have the most efficient and beautiful physical organs, the most elegant joints and appendages, the most vibrant lungs and the most exquisite of senses. [...]

[...] Undue stress is laid upon youthful beauty and youthful achievement, so that it appears that all of the rest of life’s activities must suffer by contrast.

[...] One point I want to mention: Ruburt’s mother tried to escape poverty through the calculated unrelenting use of her beauty, and it did not work. [...] Ruburt’s brains however gave him much more leeway than his mother’s beauty gave her, and his intellect came with a counterpart—an intuitional and psychic counterpart that enriched it and kept it from becoming bitter or even ingrown.

[...] And when I say to each of you, classes or no, that your lives be lives of quality, of beauty and of truth, I am not about to define beauty or truth for you. [...]

[...] You dream instinctively, automatically, and beautifully. You commit a beautiful dream each time you dream. [...]

[...] He will finish his book (God of Jane), and do beautifully with it. [...]

(10:35.) Ruburt has been responding to new beliefs, and his walking and exercises, beautifully. [...]

[...] You can look in the mirror and take your image for granted and brush your teeth and stare at yourself and think, I am a sorry picture, indeed, or I am quite a beautiful thing and smile, but in either case you are taking it for granted that only physical perceptions are real. [...]

[...] And yet it seems to me, if I remember correctly, that idiot flowers, without a brain in their petals, manage to grow beautifully into what they are and to perfectly do their thing. [...]

[...] The props are beautiful, they are yours and you have created them. [...]

[...] Nature is everywhere filled with promise — not only the promise of mere survival, but the promise of beauty and fulfillment. [...]

(Long pause.) Ruburt had a dream with excellent connotations, in which he looked through a beautiful old house of lovely carved wood and spacious rooms, and decided to move into the house, even though it was in an area that had previously nearly been condemned — signifying that he was indeed rising from beliefs that he condemned into a larger, spacious area of expression.

[...] “It’s beautiful.”)