“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] These eyes were I would say masculine, and very beautiful, and could be human. [...]

[...] The connection would be the Glen, where there is a beautiful pool and stream, leading to stern “as a ship.”

[...] It is actually so beautifully simple. [...]

[...] The music itself would have its own sweep and power, and would indeed be beautiful beyond all concepts of good and evil.

In the systems in which evolution of consciousness has worked in that fashion, all faculties of body and mind in one “lifetime” are beautifully utilized. [...]

[...] That sense of beauty, that reorientation, can relieve the feeling of responsibility that he has at times taken upon himself. [...]

[...] Jane had responded beautifully to my suggestion when she began dictating Seth’s The Nature of the Psyche: I’d playfully told her at suppertime that she was going to start a new Seth book in the session which was due that evening—and three hours later [...]

[...] We got along beautifully. [...]

“It is true that in some ways I am no beauty in your terms, yet you must attest that I am not altogether ugly. [...]

[...] A large, old and beautiful apple tree sits in the backyard. [...]

[...] Ruburt is so preciously guarding me, and so afraid that what I say may not prove true at all, that he does a beautiful job of blocking me when he gets the chance.

(As I drove east on Water Street, heading for the center of Elmira, Jane exclaimed again and again over the new beauty she was discovering in her world. [...]

[...] Nevertheless I have always maintained its beauty and necessity. [...]

[...] Looking down, I saw that I was wearing a beautiful pair of trousers of some clinging, bright material.

[...] And incidentally: Ruburt’s hard-headedness and egotistical dragging of feet so far, hampers me in a beautiful little demonstration. [...]

[...] And imagine the impact and the beauty of that sound. [...]

[...] I know she didn’t do as beautifully as she does for me in your own living room, and I am sure she spoke in her own voice. [...]

[...] It is an elm that died a few years ago, and possessed a very beautiful and symmetrical shape. [...]

[...] This beautifully absolves him in his own eyes from all responsibility, but it does not. [...]

“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 yet which are so beautifully unpredetermined, for you do not exist as completed personalities within my memory, but you grow within my memory.

[...] The sound was very harmonious, neither too fast or slow, and quite beautiful, almost with an echoing quality. [...]