“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A path or road shape not directly centered, with an upward incline. [...]

[...] But Jane set up the recorder, placed the mike on a coffee table near the center of the room, and ran a few feet of tape to make sure her voice was picked up from any part of the room. [...]

He will not have to worry about serious physical illness, nor will you, Joseph; as a sideline, often physical illness of a serious nature, or habitual bad health, can often be taken as an indication that the individual involved is in the maelstrom, the center, of his reincarnational cycle upon your plane. [...]

[...] However, once his attention was centered here, he turned his conscious attention to full focus upon what he perceived. [...]

[...] But this Ferris wheel moves in every possible direction, and its spokes are ever-moving waves of energy, connecting the Aspects with the center source. [...]

(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. [...]

The organism is the center of this happening, then, the core. [...]

[...] The center section of the rectangle was most opaque and the ends most transparent. [...]

[...] They were blue-purple, and the top one had a flower in the center. [...]

(Jane, pacing back and forth and talking in her deep strong voice, touched the large begonia plant we have on a coffee table in the center of our living room.)

[...] I thought their room might have the door near the center of the porch.

[...] Our door opened off the center of the porch.”

Here are a few excerpts from that session: “In a portrait,” Seth said, “do the same exercise as given earlier: [that is], imagine the individual as the center of all life, so that when the painting is completed, it automatically suggests the whole universe of which the individual is part. [...]

The hall opened into a large center area that was used as a clothing store. [...]

[...] There was a particular decoration however at the center of the bar.Ruburt now thinks of his Green Pastures, but this is his idea not mine. [...]

[...] That is, the individual will grow outward toward the world, encountering and forming a practical experience, traveling outward from his center in almost vinelike fashion, forming from the fabric of physical reality a conglomeration of pleasant or aesthetic, and unpleasant or prickly events.

At least partially because of their brutal history, Iranians—Persians—are strongly self-centered; preservation of the self is given an overriding impetus. [...]

[...] I don’t feel any flow in these notes but I do feel a submerged flow rising and i do feel… centered, more content… as I get this far I feel a definite block of expression and some mild enough panic but recognize the fact that a feeling of repression came as I decided to do my notes… writing down at once and will tell rob.”