“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Blessed are my hands and fingers through which creative energy translates intuitions, poetry, and knowledge to the typewritten page. Blessed are my hands and fingers which translate my ideas onto paper.”

[...] We gave you the patterns intricate, involved, and blessed from which you form the reality of each physical thing you know. [...]

[...] Why is shit not considered sacred and blessed and glorious? [...]

And those blessings that I have to give I do, indeed, give to you, and those blessings that I do not have to give, as usual, you will have to seek on your own. [...]

[...] If, on the other hand, your feelings and subjective experience are fairly well balanced, fairly optimistic and creative in a constructive manner, then it will seem to you that you have been blessed with unusual luck, for your pleasant suppositions will come to pass so quickly.

[...] So I wish you a fond, and natural, and blessed afternoon. [...]

[...] There is more that I will give you, and there are blessings that you have earned yourselves that come now also into your experience. [...]

[...] Hidden within the sessions there is the splendid vitality of Father Trenton, his (Jane’s) mother, his neighbors and teachers — but beyond that the sessions connect and unite the annals of existence as he has experienced them, so that in speaking with my voice, and for me (quavering), he expresses the blessed vitality and acknowledgments of the universe, as even through the sessions the sweet universe acknowledges his own presence and being. [...]

This expectation to grow and flourish is addressed within each atom, cell, and organ, and all of life’s parts contain this optimistic expectation and are blessed with the promise that their abilities will grow to maturity.

And all those blessings that I have to give I do give you and those that I do not have to give you will have to find for yourselves, but the ways are always there for you to find your own additional resources, each of you in your own way. [...]

— and what blessings I have, I give you.

I wish to thank you for your help to Ruburt and Joseph, and in return I send you those blessings that are mine to give. [...]

And now I do say goodnight, and my heartiest regards to you and again those blessings that I have to give you, I give you and from the last session you know about those other blessings. [...]

[...] It is already blessed by All That Is before its birth, and its desires, impulses, and characteristics are also inherently good, meant to insure its own fulfillment, to bring out its best characteristics, and to help the rest of the world as well—all very important issues. [...]

Now I bid you all a fond good evening and, again, for our friend over here (Joel), those blessings that I have I give you, and those I do not have you must get for yourselves. [...]

[...] Within each of your atoms and molecules is, indeed, a blessed and joyful acceptance of their own reality beyond questioning. [...]

I bid you a fond good evening and, again, those blessings that I have to give, I give to you, and those that I do not have you will have to get for yourselves. [...]

God bless your fingers—

[...] And I am glad to see that everyone remembered to bless our friend, Edgar. [...]

(Pause.) I give you my blessings as always, and I want to reassure you, saying again that all issues are redeemed, and any failures seem finally to be only steps along the way, seen as failure only because they seemed lacking in the light of your own expectations. [...]

[...] Do not say, “God bless his soul,” when you hate his guts. [...]

Now, I give you all my fondest wishes and those blessings that are mine to give, I give to you. [...]

I offer my heartiest regards and I do indeed offer those blessings which are mine to give. [...]