“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It is only because you have a highly limited conception of your own entity that you insist upon its being almost sterile in its singularity. There are millions of cells within your body, but you call your body a unit, and consider it your own. You do form it, from the inside out, and yet you form it from living substance, and each smallest particle has its own living consciousness. There are clumps of matter, and in that respect there are clumps of consciousness, each individual, with their own destiny and abilities and potentials. There are no limitations to your own entity: therefore, how can your entity or soul have boundaries, for boundaries would enclose it and deny it freedom.

[...] I think that consciousness congregates just as atoms and molecules do; that there are clumps of consciousness just as there are clumps of matter; and that we are a part of these clumps, whether we know it or not. [...]

[...] I don’t find it difficult to accept the possibility that we might be independent fragments of such entities or clumps of consciousness. [...]

[...] Ruburt wrote that there were clumps of consciousness, and of course he is correct. You are a part of many such clumps of consciousness. [...]

[...] Clumps of them (Jane gestured; her delivery was quite emphatic and animated) will be drawn together, literally sealed, only to drop away and disperse once more. [...]

There will be three books rather than two, more or less clumped together. [...]

[...] Clumps of them—(Jane gestured; her delivery was quite emphatic and animated,) will be drawn together, literally sealed, only to drop away and disperse once more. [...]

[...] Jane said she had visions of brown earth and clumps of grass while she gave the data. [...]

[...] They clumped on up past our floor to the one above, sounding very loud and clumsy. [...]

[...] Nevertheless, neither are they clumps of “idle” energy. [...]

[...] You are not simply an insignificant, innocuous clump of clay through which He decides to show Himself.

[...] Two other people, a clump of trees.

I told you once that there are clumps of consciousness. [...]

[...] There was much greater contrast than usual between the very dark clouds high above and the rest of the air, and colors — dark purple, a greyish white and several green and dark greys — almost appeared like clumps, thick and then thinning.

I pushed open the back fire door and the six of us clumped down the open stairs that Jane and I had used so many times. [...]