“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 uniqueness of each consciousness which has been wrest from such a state and at such a price. [...]

[...] But this, dear friends, has nothing to do with space, for the dream location exists simultaneously with the room in which the body sleeps.

Now my dear friends, you will find all projections much easier if your head is to the north.

Good night, my most dear friends and pupils. [...]

We have uncovered an error on someone’s part, my dear Joseph—

[...] And now, dear patient friends, a fond good night.

Now, dear friend. [...]

Now I am prepared, my dear Joseph, to carry on the session as long as you wish. [...]

Incidentally my dear Joseph, I overheard you as you made a rather sardonic remark concerning my statement that you would have more energy as you needed it. [...]

[...] Think of — my dear friend — the tiny weblike positions of the neurons within your skull. [...]

[...] And you, my dear Joseph, literally frightened him away. [...]

And now good evening, my dear friends. [...]

My dear friends, I hesitate as always to end a session; and again, I could go on for hours. [...]

[...] My dear friends, I have been waiting to tell you for some time that in a very true sense, the outer senses can be regarded as inhibitors.

(To me, later in the session and with much humor:) You had no problems with parents in the past — and, my dear Yo-Yo, you were an excellent father to me at one time, and if I may say so, at one time I was an excellent father to you. [...]

[...] I will always help you to the best of my ability, and as far as I know I will be accessible for your present lifetimes.¹⁰ And my dear Joseph, if you whacked me many times, I got my blows in too. [...]

[...] The entity was a particularly strong one, and many of its egos have made the decision to turn into entities … And now, my dear patient Joseph, may I tell you that you are also part of that same entity — and this is one of the reasons why I am able to communicate with you both.

[...] He supposes that when he does not see a chair the chair does not exist; and my dear friends, the boy in this case is smarter than the man.

The dreaming self, dear friends, is not aware of the conscious self. [...]

[...] The facts are, dear psychology class and professor, that all of you are more than you know. [...]

[...] I consider projecting but decide not to ruin the bike experience for Carl who would dearly love to own a motorcycle, even if he is only a dream Carl of mine.

The dear little pussies annoyed him. [...]