“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Although I liked the ideas in the session, then, in another way I found it discouraging, for it’s also saying that after all this time we’re still left to struggle with the old challenges; it hardly seems that we’ve moved very far off dead center, I guess. [...]

[...] But a great psychic, you see, should have been able to raise the dead and save the living. [...]

[...] In the same manner, say, the ideal is to protect human life, and in the pursuit of that ideal you give generations of various animals deadly diseases, and sacrifice their lives.³ Your justification may be that people have souls and animals do not, or that the quality of life is less in the animals, but regardless of those arguments this is fanaticism — and the quality of human life itself suffers as a result, for those who sacrifice any kind of life along the way lose some respect for all life, human life included. [...]

[...] The photo was of our dog, Mischa, now dead. [...]

[...] The emergence of the “pause of reflection” mentioned earlier (in the 635th session in Chapter Eight, for instance) and the blossoming of memory along with the emotional intensification, led to a situation in which members of the new species recalled, in the present, the dead and the diseases that killed them. [...]

[...] First of all, when you sleep, in your terms, you are as dead as you will ever be. [...]

Impeding actions represent actual blockages of energy or of action, dead-end accumulations. [...]

Man’s focus is equally limited in perception theory, which is a deadly psychological game played by the United States and Russia. It’s deadly because nuclear weapons are involved. [...]

[...] Their ego and their subconscious and their superego and their id leads them no further than a worm that wiggles in the grass and is dead forever tomorrow, and even the worm has more reality than they are willing to assign to one human consciousness. [...]

[...] Streets — without sidewalks — passed the hill house on but two sides, at the southwest corner, and each one dead-ended less than a block away. [...]

The earliest poets were probably half shaman, half prophet, speaking for the forces of nature, for the “spirits” of the living and the dead, voicing their visions of man’s unity with the universe. [...]

[...] Suddenly I “knew” that the house was an hallucination she had created, a replica of her childhood home, and I knew that she did not realize she was dead.

[...] Since her physical body was quite dead, she was in her astral body; yet she was acting confused, and her mind was still unclear, as if she still had hardening of the arteries.

[...] Within six months Maxine was dead from cancer. [...]

[...] Now the chair represents a subdivision in matter, being what you term dead matter, though we know that consciousness is everywhere.

[...] It is safe to move: he can get off dead center. [...]

[...] Seth was deadly serious. [...]

[...] Very alarming, and now that the swelling has subsided to some extent she’d left with feet covered with a tough leathery skin that bears no detail and scales off in dead flakes.

[...] You are as dead now as you will ever be. [...]

[...] A sick kitten was a dead kitten, not one who might recover.

[...] The dog, Mischa, is now dead. [...]