“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I remembered very little about the bow, yet subjectively I was sure it had been taken from a greeting card of some kind. I work for a greeting card company, but did not remember seeing other ribbons like it there in particular. I did not recall the card the ribbon came from, nor why I had removed it—if I was the one who had done so. I hoped Seth could fill us in on the details. The bow was in poor condition, and I assumed I had carried it home in a coat pocket sometime last winter.

(The 46th envelope experiment was held during the session. See the tracing above. The object was a red satin bow that had been kicking around the studio for some months; at various times I had idly thought of using it for an experiment. I did not think Jane had noticed it particularly, and she confirmed this after the session.

(“I have the impression of a circular shape, with a smaller square in the center. The square much smaller than the circle.” As stated the ribbon had somehow become much flattened out, but before this the two bows would be circular in shape. As the tracing shows the knot between them is squarish, and quite small.

[...] Bow down before no man, no woman, and no belief — but know you are indeed the creators.

[...] He bowed his dark head for just a moment then lifted it, those soft eyes now … softer and harder at the same time; his hands moved in rhythm with the music; his whole body was a marvel of motion; shoulders, head, arms, chest — his whole trunk, responding to the music. [...]

[...] I bow, most graciously, to the limitations set upon your time.

(She was indeed very relaxed, sitting as she was with her head bowed, leaning forward on the couch. [...]

(We also discussed Jane’s fears that she’d done all she could in this life, and thus was ready to bow out of physical existence. [...]

As always I bow to your best interests. [...]

[...] Consciousness only pretends to bow to the idea of time. [...]

The old coach bows out for the evening.

In the deepest of terms, each person must be his or her own authority, and equally respect but not bow down to, the same innate psychic authority within each other living individual. [...]

[...] If it were a physical target, the person would stand [bow and] arrow in hand, thinking only of hitting the bull’s-eye, mentally concentrating upon it, making perhaps some learned gestures — proper footing or whatever — and the body’s magical properties would do the rest.

[...] The fact is that you decided to use your minds in certain ways that you felt were not approved of in your society—and that pattern goes way back for both of you; when you, for example, decided to bow out of a career in commercial art.

[...] She says: “How nicely you tie bows in my hair.” [...]

[...] I saw waves of sand gracefully rise up from the bow of the freighter. [...]

[...] Only the most exterior portions of their personalities bowed to the dictates of historical period.

[...] Such realities do not bow to the artificial time measurements which so often limit you in daily life.

[...] I did, however, see outside that night also a boat with a symbol on its bow, and this boat I had mentioned earlier. [...]

[...] Then surely you should do the same, and not bow down before dusty gurus and histories.

[...] As usual Jane sat with her eyes closed and her head bowed to one hand. [...]

[...] In particular, O’Toole could check on the rowboat with a symbol on its bow, as described by Seth.