“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was a warm and windy spring night, very beautiful, and during the session one of the living room windows was open.

[...] It was indeed a beautiful night.

[...] In the dream also were an Oriental-looking mother, not too old, with a nice-looking daughter who had beautiful slanting eyes and a very quiet demeanor. [...]

[...] It involved her flying, material about the world—newscasts—and her rediscovery of some beautiful objects, including a sofa, that may have been hers before. [...]

[...] Now, one of these roses leaves the familiar world that it knows and embarks upon out-of-body experiences quite frequently, but this rose has a beautiful memory. [...]

Yet in such a small mass these intensities contain memories and experiences, electromagnetically coiled one within the other, through which I can travel, even as I can travel through other selves which I have known and which are a portion of my identity—and even as you, so large and bulky in your size, are still a portion of those memories that exist within my identity, and yet so beautifully unpredetermined. [...]

[...] Remarkable, that a creature that young could navigate so well, as well as possess a kind of beauty Jane and I were so unaccustomed to. [...]

[...] The evening was beautiful. [...]

[...] The camouflage world is beautiful, but more exists that you do not see. [...]

[...] Each one of us is an immortal portion, a spark of endless perception and beauty and feeling — and yes, of conflict and denial at times — within this probable reality that we’re all creating together, even when we don’t know we’re doing it! [...]

[...] It can erase your difficulties as easily as you can erase a mistake on a painting, easily and swiftly and beautifully and well. [...]

Now, if I may say so, you have beautiful eyes (to Louise). [...]

He just told you that when he begins to speak for me he senses an entire tall structure of words, and unhesitatingly he lets that structure form (intently). The same is true with his ability to move and walk; the more he trusts his energy, the more his spontaneity forms its own beautiful order that results in the spontaneous physical art of walking — and he is indeed well along the way. [...]

[...] The day had been beautiful if cool much of the time. [...]

[...] Yet the theory, more or less fit into Framework 1 beautifully. [...]

[...] Another example of this occurred at noon, when we were visited by two beautiful young ladies—who, unfortunately, were using the Seth material in ways we wouldn’t have. [...] And of course the whole lengthy disclaimer bit for Mass Events beautifully sums up the situations: Even our own publisher seeks to protect itself from possible legal action because of the material within the Seth books. [...]

(Even today’s mail, which we read after finishing our discussion, contained several beautiful examples of points I’ve described above. [...]

[...] Always the resulting photographs obtained leave me groping as I try to appreciate the beauty, order, and complexity of the human organism at just the greatly enlarged levels shown. [...]

Aside from whatever difficulties I may have about resolving the internal beauties of our physical construction with our external behavior, I hope my deep skepticism about this little “official” scenario on evolution is apparent here. [...]

[...] She also has a love of yards and gardens, and a love of beauty, so that Leonard’s wish met with fertile ground. [...]

[...] Billy hasn’t acted well since last Saturday, and his beautiful coat has lost its luster. [...]

[...] Suppose the worst, that in this life you have the following background: You are poor, you are of a minority race, you are not intellectual, you are a woman, you have a severe physical defect and you are no beauty. [...]

[...] His mother was socially defiant, flaunting her beauty with the “disreputable” elements of society. [...]

[...] The mother was also bright, but chose to bank upon beauty for escape (from her environment). [...]

[...] Your mother had produced two beautiful boys; and she was also a perfectionist in her way, and in her framework — one never understood by your father.

[...] The copy on the back of the object in the upper left corner refers to “a beautiful woodland setting” of favorite storybook characters.

[...] As noted, the copy in the upper left hand corner on the back of the object mentions “a beautiful woodland setting.” [...]