“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You may feel rooted like a tree at one moment and in the next experience yourself as a beautiful peacock, in which case you will perceive the tree change into the bird.

[...] He put the same idea across beautifully, of course, in Session 725 without ever using the word “shit.” [...]

[...] An individual can possess wealth and health, can enjoy satisfying relationships, and even fulfilling work, and yet live a life devoid of the kind of drama of which I speak — for unless you feel that life itself has meaning, then each life must necessarily seem meaningless, and all love and beauty end only in decay.

[...] Many of you sleep through periods that should be those of your greatest creativity and alertness, in which the conscious and unconscious are most beautifully focused and at one. [...] In these instances the beauty and illumination of your dream state can be clear in the conscious mind, and used to enrich your physical life. [...]

[...] The next day we were ready to get back to our writing and painting, but first I cleared the house of holiday paraphernalia—including our beautiful Christmas tree. [...]

[...] Very simply: I dreamed that I was a youth, and that even though there was snow on the ground I’d been given the task of taking care of a beautiful young tree growing in a large field next to the Butts family home in Sayre, Pennsylvania. [...]

[...] Jane had some very beautiful images, she said, of the muscles of her neck and back as they supported her head. [...]

(“The images with the snakes and hands was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she said.

[...] I’d even found myself exploring the town dump of Elmira — only the landscape looked volcanic, beautiful in its own way, heaped with gray fine ash like the surface of the moon, almost.)

They represented parts of his own psyche, still, at that level of consciousness, not having quite assimilated the greater knowledge or experience, so he felt he needed protection—the protection that would beautifully, cleverly and insidiously serve all of his purposes, allowing him to go ahead as he wanted to, but with control drawn back to the body’s discontent. [...]

[...] If you believe that your existence is dependent upon this corporeal image, then you feel in danger of extinction, for no physical form lasts, and no body, however beautiful in youth, retains the same vigor and enchantment in old age. If you identify with your own youth, or beauty, or intellect, or accomplishments, then there is the constant gnawing knowledge that these attributes can and will vanish.

[...] You cannot separate your beliefs in one area from those in another, for they are so beautifully connected. [...]

The frame connects the painting with the world, and yet divides it from it in the most beautiful of fashions. [...]

It seldom occurs to you that you might be fulfilling your purposes quite beautifully despite all of your convictions—for they are indeed convictions—that you are not doing so, or that in some way or another each of you should be different in important ways than you are.

[...] I’d say that some of them are classics of their kind; Jane’s own symbolism is beautifully illustrative of the way dreams can offer insights and solutions to very real physical challenges. [...]

[...] Although I feel very scary about doing something like yelling or pulling my hair or something like that—I don’t know—losing control, and yet when I look around our room I never fail to take note of the room and the red couch cover, and how beautiful it is.” [...]

[...] An individual can have great native beauty, for example, but this beauty is not apparent to others, or to the individual. [...]

[...] I made two ball-point pen drawings of my wife while she lay on her side with her beautiful eyes still open; they were blue flecked with hazel, and were as clear and peaceful as those of a child. [...]

[...] The pleasure principle can probably be likened most to the latent appreciation of beauty that is everywhere apparent if you look for it: the ecstasy of each form of life for the wonders of its own existence, in which love’s values go beyond themselves, and yet a condition in which each species or life form “realizes” that its own fulfillment adds immeasurably to the existence of all other forms.

[...] The consciousness returning once again to the beautiful ivory bone skull, the eyes opening into the ordinary room. [...]

The body is showing even more signs of activity, and this kind of behavior mentioned will beautifully reinforce new ease of motion.

[...] This evening, however, Seth used my interest in the question of protection beautifully as he discussed a facet of Jane’s abilities that’s strongly related to his concept of value fulfillment. [...]

[...] In the light from the lamp above and behind my right shoulder on the room divider, his greenish eyes were so beautifully colored, yet mysterious, that I found it hard to believe he can’t see color. [...]

Ruburt’s dreams will be part of this evening’s discussion, as they apply directly to him and as they represent the beautiful, even exquisite imagery of the dreaming self in general. [...]