“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He inhibited many of his strongest drives in order to focus them upon his search and the work to which he was committed.

[...] She cannot drive an automobile, for instance. [...]

[...] This was at 1 PM; I was due to pick it up at five, then meet Jane at the gallery to drive her home.

([Brad:] “Up to the point of my early twenties I seemed to have had a purpose and a drive -and I think I was succeeding. [...]

[...] If you drive past his old house he should tell himself that he no longer needs it or what it stands for, that he can retain good memories of it. [...]

[...] I do not want to drive you too hard. [...]

[...] Indeed, I was driving past the lady when Ed, looking back, exclaimed: “Hey, wait, Bob—that’s her! [...] Jane didn’t have a license to drive. [...]

[...] Our rich memories of those gatherings are nourished each time we drive past the Inn on our way to the hill house. [...] Then, with Laurel driving and our friends’ cars following, we traveled up a steep and winding hill just outside the city to not only a fine view but to Quarry Farm, an old-fashioned but large and elegant wooden homestead where Mark Twain had done some of his finest writing. [...]

Actually, Laurel and I drive past 458 often, without paying much attention to it on our way from Sayre to the hill house. [...]

You may do what you wish yourselves (about taking the tests), of course, but our main purpose is to drive beyond psychology’s boundaries, and not play pussyfoot among the current psychological lilies of the field.

(Returning home from a drive on Sunday, we were surprised to see Miss Callahan and her companion sitting on the front porch; this was something we had never seen her do in the four years we have lived here; Jane said that Miss Callahan appeared to be very restless, and that the last time she had visited her Miss Callahan had doodled and written constantly on a pad without seeming to be aware that she was doing so.

[...] Your full energy for work and your creative drives are released, and will be, as you creatively use and understand your problems. [...]

(On Tuesday the veterinarian told us by telephone that Billy was better, that “probably” we could take him home the following afternoon; I was to call before making the drive across town, though. [...]

Right now our friend Sue Watkins, who lives better than an hour’s drive upstate, is well past the 15th chapter of Conversations With Seth, the book she’s writing about the ESP classes Jane held from September 1967 to February 1975. [...]

[...] Religious drives of whatever nature are much more comprehensible to us than scientific ones: I think it quite safe to note that in ordinary terms our species began struggling with religious expression long before it began recording history. [...]

[...] You should imagine in your spare moments, even driving, that poisonous fluids are disappearing from your system and leaving it free. [...]

[...] His will would drive it.

[...] The man on the corner at the same time sees the motorist drive beyond. [...]

(The specific affair Peg described that evening concerned the arrest of the doctor’s wife on a drunken driving charge, speeding, etc.

[...] They are not horses to drive you. [...]

[...] They are also dependent upon the driving organization of your subconscious, following its directions even to cancerous reproductions, which on their part is of course growth.

[...] The yearning I feel each time I drive past the apartment house Jane and I lived in for 15 years, just west of the business section of Elmira, represents my conscious reunification of the past with the present, and even a projection of both into the future in ordinary terms.

[...] In addition, Jane’s impetus is to continue driving forward; that’s her way, even though each project grows—as it must—out of the past. [...]

Emotions are the driving force that propel ideas into constructions.