“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A plane is not a cosmic location. [...]

cosmic laundry.

[...] This state has been called cosmic consciousness, but it is hardly that.

[...] The great trip, the great fascination, the cosmic energy and power and strength resides within the eyes of a frog, within the body of a suburbanite who mows his lawn. [...]

[...] It is not true however that anyone else could pick them up, so to speak, from cosmic energy. [...]

[...] If it will help you, think of the energy as a wind, a cosmic wind that fills up from the inside, certain patterns. [...]

[...] You have only to close your eyes and see—as now, if all of you are quiet you can feel the cosmic breezes blow through your cheeks, and yesterday flies through your skull like clouds disappearing. [...]

The components of the electrical universe are drawn from all energy, in a manner that could be described as a cosmic juggling act. [...]

As you sit reading this book in your present moment of time, you are positioned in the center of a cosmic web of probabilities that is affected by your slightest mental or emotional act.

In the most cosmic and most minute ways, physical experience springs from inner reality. [...]

[...] And whenever I read about conventional Eastern conceptions of a supreme spirit, I remember what Seth had to say in the 596th session in the Appendix of Seth Speaks: “I have used the term ‘expansion of consciousness’ here rather than the more frequently used ‘cosmic consciousness’ because the latter implies an experience of proportions not available to mankind at this time. Intense expansions of consciousness by contrast to your normal state may appear to be cosmic in nature, but they barely hint at those possibilities of consciousness that are available to you now, much less begin to approach a true cosmic awareness.”

I am telling you that you are not a cosmic bag of bones and flesh, thrown together through some mixture of chemicals and elements. [...]

In a fashion (underlined), it was a great creative and yet cosmic game that consciousness played with itself, and it did represent a new kind of awareness, but I want to emphasize that each version of All That Is is unique. [...]

[...] It is not just that the universe knows you as you, but that you carry within yourself a knowledge of the universe also, and an innate, intimate, though unconscious, feeling of relationship, and a certain sense of identity with that cosmic heritage. [...]

I repeat that no system, either microscopic or cosmic in size, is ever a closed system. [...]

[...] Jane has scanned portions of it and found it excellent; we’re surprised that we haven’t heard of it before, especially in light of Pierce’s two bestsellers on The Crack in the Cosmic Egg. [...]

[...] This was a living parable, made flesh among you — a cosmic play worked out for your behalf, couched in terms that you could understand.

[...] No person dies without a reason.² You are not taught that, however, so people do not recognize their own reasons for dying, and they are not taught to recognize their own reasons for living — because you are told that life itself is an accident in a cosmic game of chance.

[...] There was no exterior cosmic Pied Piper, singing magical notes or playing a magical tune, urging the universe into being. [...]

[...] [Your] world did not just come together, mindless atoms forming here and there, elements coalescing from brainless gases—nor was the world, again, created by some distant objectified God who created it part by part as in some cosmic assembly line. [...]