“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was easy for him, deceptively easy, to overlook physical reality, to say that it was a mirage, simply because he had never completely enmeshed himself within it. [...]

There was deception in the terms of half-truths, not completely explained, in answer to your question. [...]

[...] The need to justify life through writing, the exaggerated need for protection from the deceptive unconscious and the unsafe world, and the concept itself were so involved with his entire thinking patterns that he could not isolate it to see where and how it bore upon his activities. [...]

(Pause.) Here, however, the “deception” brought about certain difficulties. [...]

[...] The self-deception, you see, could not be so easily maintained.

Now all of you to some extent in your dream work keep records, and as such you are dealing with language as you know it, and you are interpreting your experience in terms of a mundane language that is as much a deception as it is a reflection of your feelings and experiences, for you cannot find words within your language to express your own feelings and experiences. [...]

[...] I told her that in my opinion the material tonight represented her and Seth at their best — and that it also had a deceptive simplicity. [...]

[...] In all three of them she celebrated, in a deceptively simple, almost innocently mystical way, the changing look of autumn. [...]

[...] She said this could be deceptive. [...]

[...] The ego appears to be extremely intense, but to a large degree this is a deception, for the intenseness is caused by the attempt of the ego not to become involved with action, unless the ego can dominate action. [...]

[...] Really angry at this self-deception, I decided to get out of bed entirely, go into the living room, turn the light on and make sure that I really wrote the dreams down this time. [...]

[...] It always has been and it always will be; she has expressed her way over and over again in her deceptively simple poetry, as well as in the sessions. [...]

[...] Within its deceptive simplicity her poem carries profound meaning; I haven’t seen that meaning expressed any better elsewhere. [...]

(This kind of material from Seth is deceptively simple, but upon reflection it can be seen to offer much. [...]

[...] She wasn’t bound by the mundane rules of perspective, with its everyday limits that most of us never surmount or subsume: she created her deceptively childish world each time she painted. [...]