“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

All That Is loves all that it has created, down to the least, for it realizes the dearness, and the uniqueness of each consciousness which had been wrest (spelled) from such a state and at such a price; and it is triumphant and joyful at each new development taken by each consciousness, for this is an added triumph against that first state, and an added security against that first state, and it revels and (takes) joy in the slightest creative act of each of its issue.

[...] As Seth told us in Session 20, on January 23, 1964: “Time and space, dear friends, are both camouflage patterns, therefore the fact that the inner senses can conquer time and space is not, after all, so surprising. [...]

[...] Sue Watkins, a dear friend who was to write several books about Jane’s work with the Seth material, lived just down the street for a while before moving to the country. [...]

[...] And, dear readers, the participation of each one of you in those efforts help make that possible. [...]

[...] Without judgment or rancor I note that my parents never seemed to have the slightest interest in Jane’s work (although they loved her dearly), while taking my own abilities for granted as they had done all of my life. [...]

My dear friends, I will end the session now. [...]

My most dear friends, I will now close our session, and may I say to Ruburt, if he will let me: Be of good cheer, for there are lights where you think there is darkness. [...]

[...] Give us a moment, dear friend. [...]

“The table beside Ruburt senses him even as Ruburt senses the table … The abilities of the tree are latent in man as, dear Joseph, are the abilities of man latent in the tree.”

[...] A difference in the behavior of two personalities that he holds dear. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Ruburt experiences now what he calls a massive quality, a physical and psychic expansion of consciousness in which the dear familiar world seems small — yet twice precious. [...]

Now my dear friend… give me a moment. [...]

[...] You may, for example, take the form of an individual’s dearly beloved dead pet.

My dear Jesuit, shall I turn my chair around the face you full?

My dear Jesuit. [...]

[...] Everything in it, while retaining its own size to my vision, became microscopically small and dear, like a child’s model of a world — but one that was real and living, with my rooms inside one of the innumerable toy houses. [...]

My dear friends, there is so much here to be said. [...]

[...] He could have been a far better artist still, for if his vision was intense, my dear friend, it was cramped, and it moved within itself in an agony to find a creative release that could never be found in the creative product alone, but in the psyche from which that product emerges. [...]

Now, my dear Joseph… You have also been jealous of Ruburt’s part in our sessions, and at times highly resentful, particularly of the attention he received when others were present. [...]

[...] And I am speaking now of the social arts, dear Joseph. [...]

[...] I still find you both in excellent overall condition, regardless dear Joseph of the hay fever, and we shall take steps before next season to rid you of that.

[...] (Amused:) I will tell you what you want, my dear friend: you want the books to sell very well, and the message to go out clearly to all. [...]

I would appreciate it, dear friend, if you let me continue for now, though I understand why you want to know. [...]

[...] From the standpoint of the construction, our dear friend cautioned you against the house. [...]