“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In Florida he saw his father as the epitome of unreason and uncontrolled spontaneity, which had actually become a hodgepodge of unrelated emotional acts, and he felt you then deserting him symbolically.

(11:05.) It does not desert the body for any length of time, however, and it is not this that is projected in cases like the seaside analogy used earlier. [...]

[...] “They explain why Christianity has had such far-reaching effects, for almost 2,000 years, when its original experiences were so small in time and space—why we attach so much significance to those desert countries over there even now….”

[...] The feelings however are the tail end of inner cognizance, and we will use the sounds to carry us further and further into those inner landscapes where both objects and their representatives must finally desert us.

And even if you live in a desert, you take it on faith that there are indeed great cultivated fields and torrents of rain. [...]

[...] Children can play so vividly that they might, for example, imagine themselves parched under a desert sun, though they are in the middle of the coolest air-conditioned living room. [...]

[...] I love the deserts and forests, the oceans and rivers and lakes of the earth, the plains and the poles, the marshes and the mountains. [...] It’s been like that for all of the interwoven life forms of the poles and the tropics, of the deserts and woodlands and prairies. [...]

[...] If he came to a desert, he still knew that fertile lands were somewhere available, even if it was a matter of finding them. [...]

[...] “What’s the matter,” I asked her after supper tonight, “do you feel guilty because you think you deserted your mother?” I explained that I felt self-punishment, a feeling of unworthiness, self-doubt and mistrust must lie at the root of her symptoms—that she felt she must pay a price for each success, like the publishing of a book. [...]

[...] They may appear in frenzied outbursts—all the more frenzied—because the original purpose of the culture has deserted it. [...]

(Upon waking from her nap this afternoon, Jane again felt blue, deserted, and alone except for me in the world. [...]

[...] Ruburt, because of the change in our practice, has been somewhat uneasy, and for this reason the more friendly atmosphere that he had enjoyed earlier had deserted us. [...]

A point also from the past—if he did not toe the mark with Walt, Walt also threatened to abandon him—once, in the middle of the desert.

[...] The self that you are will not desert you. [...]

[...] What kind (underlined) of landscape, desert or mountainous, and so forth?

[...] “You’re not deserted after all,” I said.

[...] No matter how far you journey — on a motorcycle, in a car or plane, or on foot — (gesturing to me as Seth, Jane then changed the sentence) by bicycle or camel, or truck or vessel, still you are the wanderer, and the land or ocean or desert is the environment through which you roam. [...]

[...] The death occurred in desert. [...]

[...] Excavations in the Judaean desert nearby soon revealed the ruins of a monastery which had been occupied by a divergent Jewish group, for varying periods, between 180 B.C. and A.D. 68. [...]

[...] [I note also that neither one of us is trying to get rid of our Western orientation, or to desert it — but to understand it more fully.]