“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

No evolutionary line is a dead one. [...]

[...] If I can be so spontaneous and dead these many years, then I fail to see why you would have any difficulty! [...]

(Upon going to work at the gallery yesterday noon, Jane saw more dead starlings scattered on the lawns. [...]

(According to a relative of Miss Callahan’s that Jane saw this morning, March 6, yesterday Miss Callahan talked quite coherently of the “lovely walks” she had been taking lately with her two brothers, both of whom are dead. [...]

In all, four dead birds

One of Jane’s earlier travels through an altered state of consciousness, in September, 1972, resulted in the first session on her unique “slow” and “fast” sounds, then led into information on faster-than-light particles, black holes, white holes, and “dead” holes. [...]

[...] Had the same number of people been found dead (pause) of a vicious disease — smallpox or whatever — the virus involved would have been the villain. [...]

[...] I told him the red maple he’d help plant in the back yard had evidently died but he said it may not really be dead.

Now, in your terms, I am dead!(Very loud.) How can you then be less lively? [...]

I said: In your terms I was dead; in my terms, I am forever lively. [...]

[...] I am the only one who expresses any emotions and I am supposed to be dead. [...]

[...] It ill behooves me to have to tell you that it takes someone as long dead as I have been to tell you how to become truly alive. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s dream that Sue was dead represented the death of old beliefs about women writers. [...]

Now, in the winter time our poor idiotic flower seems, indeed, to be dead. [...]

I simply use these eyes better than he does, and for someone who has been dead as long as I have that is saying something. [...]

No matter how depressed you may feel, you do still want to live, or you would be dead by now — so there is a part of you that seeks life and vitality, and that portion also deserves expression. [...]

(Seth reassured Marian about the dream involving her dead mother, explaining how it was a case of Marian projecting her own subconscious fears, among other things. [...]

[...] They represent however dead eddies, the motion that means nothing in dead waters. [...]

[...] The structure within the neurons is no longer a dead thing but the structure is a reality that speaks; and the reality speaks quite loudly in terms of heritage, of experiences encountered long before your physical form knew itself. [...]

[...] It should not take anyone dead as long as I to bring you this message. [...]

[...] She’s laughing as if she’s got a good joke… (Jane too was acting out the hilarious dialogue, in a manner that was not ordinarily her own.) She says I’m dead. [...]

[...] Jerry said that as far as she knew Anthony wasn’t dead, but that she would check; perhaps death had occurred.

[...] It is much better if you can imagine this endeavor more in the light of children’s play, in fact, rather than think of it as a deadly serious adult pursuit.

[...] (Pause.) You are alive whether or not (with half a laugh) you are dead. [...]

[...] The fact that my father is dead didn’t enter into the dream.)

[...] Myths and tales are formed in which those who love communicate, though one is dead while the other lives. [...]

The same ideas are so dead-ended, however, that they often trigger a different kind of response entirely, in which a scientist who has held to those beliefs most stubbornly, suddenly does a complete double-take. [...]