“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I know that each smallest “particle” of consciousness can never be broken down, and that each contains an infinite capacity for creativity and development — and that each is innately blessed.

[...] When it was assured that this was the mission for which the personality had waited, and only when it was positive, did it free its protective hold and give its blessings.

[...] Now I bid you all a fine good evening—and I give you what blessings I have to give. [...]

[...] Blessed are they who realize what they say, for they shall say more. [...]

The experiment that would transform your world would operate upon the basic idea that you create your own reality according to the nature of your beliefs, and that all existence was blessed, and that evil did not exist in it. [...]

I give you all that I can, my blessing and good wishes. [...]

And now, I do, indeed, bid you all a fond good evening and what blessings are mine to give, I give to you. [...]

Now, I bid you a fond good evening and those blessings that are mind to give, I give you. [...]

Those blessings which are mine I give you (pause). [...]

When you hassle your abilities, when you compare what you think of as your drive unfavorably with what you think of as the superior drive of others, you are denying the integrity of your own natural individuality, and robbing your abilities of your own blessings. [...]

[...] If sufficient restrictions are lifted, so that Ruburt feels he has your blessing, and not just mute acceptance, for example, to try various possibilities; if you take a good vacation out of your immediate environment; if Ruburt feels he can foresee freedom to some extent of activity, in which to manipulate next year—

Now my heartiest wishes to you all and those blessings that I have to give, I give you and those I do not have to give, you will have to find for yourself. [...]

[...] Then, however, you must wonder when the soul enters the flesh, or when the alien fetus becomes one of your own, and therefore blessed by the gods and granted the right to life.

The alternative, that of hellfire, was equally unbelievable. Yet the conventional God of our fathers apparently sat without a qualm with the blessed in heaven, while the devil tortured the rest of the unlucky dead. [...]

At this time Jane and I think the missions failure is a blessing: Based upon our limited knowledge of the factors involved, we do not see how it could have succeeded. [...]

In your terms man is an animal, rising out of himself, from himself evolving certain animal capacities to their utmost; not forming new physical specializations of body any longer (again in your terms), but creating from his needs, desires and blessed natural aggressiveness inner structures having to do with values, space and time. [...]

God bless your fingers —

[...] And you, dear friend, could do with giving your intuitions greater freedom, for you are already adequately blessed with self- discipline.

[...] And now I bid you a fond good evening (very loud), and what blessings I have to give, I give you. [...]

He is indeed as blessed as the animals, however, and his failures are the results of his lack of understanding. [...]