“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You use Framework 2 beautifully, both of you, in that regard. [...]

[...] Framework 2 operates beautifully when you let it, as per your suggestion about the chair, and the kitchen table. [...]

(“Now, if you had all been really paying attention to what I have been saying for some time about the simultaneous nature of time and existence, then you would have known that the theory of evolution is as beautiful a tale as the theory of biblical creation. [...]

[...] You will still learn to give yourself, your intuitions, the upper hand in your work, Joseph, so that the form and the technique, so beautifully plastered, is secondary, and flows automatically from the idea.

[...] This is, if you will forgive the term, beautifully and cleverly connected in your mind with “Unknown” Reality—the book. [...]

(It was a beautiful evening. [...]

The body itself is responding beautifully. [...]

[...] But I know that I’ve also met a counterpart outside of class, and later in life: Laurel Lee Davies, the beautiful young lady from Iowa who’s been my loving companion for some years now, following Jane’s death in 1984. [...]

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

There is a beauty and a strength and a joy in looking within yourselves and a freedom from bondage. [...]

[...] They have a beautiful surface relationship.”)

[...] In that their spontaneity so beautifully followed their own order, and the painting seemed to simply flow outward into physical existence. [...]

[...] Commercial art is beautiful there, for at one time it allowed you to paint because (underlined) you were immediately repaid, and that made art legitimate. [...]

(To Ron.) And webs are beautiful things. [...]

Dream One: I was in a beautiful landscape. [...]

[...] The walls were wood-paneled, in beautiful condition, and shelves were built along two sides. [...]

[...] As always, I thought she seemed transported as she sang so beautifully, sitting in her rocker with her head tipped back and her eyes closed. [...]

[...] The beauties that exist in your physical universe are the results of constructive and positive thought. [...]

[...] You breathe with a beautiful technique, and yet effortlessly. [...]

Your intellect operates beautifully in the notes and appendixes of “Unknown,” but instead of rejoicing in it, you wonder if your notes lack the very kind of emotionalism that would make that particular kind of clear intellectual objectivity most difficult. [...]

[...] God instead must be a giant onion, a beautiful giant onion, and so our poor and stupid little onion spends all its life waiting for this giant perfection of an onion to come by and save it. [...]