“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They had picked me up in their car and kept driving beyond where I wanted to get off. [...]

[...] I am not speaking here of any obsessive need to find order — in which case, for example, a person might narrow his or her mental and physical environment — but of a powerful drive within the species for creativity, and for the fulfillment of values that are emotional and spiritual. And if man does not find these (louder), then the so-called basic drives toward food or shelter will not sustain him.

The most private agonies of the soul were assigned a more or less common source in man’s primitive “unconscious” drives. [...]

[...] We arrived home March 2, bleary from five days of driving. [...]

“What is this passion for nonbeing, this denial of sensual life, that drives so many gurus and self-proclaimed prophets? [...] They bask in a sort of universal steam bath that drives all impurities of individuality or creativity from their souls, leaving them immersed, supposedly forever, in a bliss beyond description; in which, indeed, their own experience disappears.

[...] During our drive back to Elmira this morning Jane said, “Somebody’s working on Seth’s book, I can tell you that. [...]

[...] Your full energy for work and your creative drive is released, and will be, as you creatively use and understand your problems, but not concentrate upon them, not let them close your eyes to the joys and freedoms that you have. [...]

[...] The drive, when it shows itself as last evening, is often irritating because the muscles and nerves connected have been so held back, instead of a clear flow of sexual energy then.

“You might dream of going away on a long trip by car, only to find that a tire blew when you were driving too fast. [...]

[...] The accident probability is more closely allied with our Jesuit than with our cat lover, and he has been driving himself too hard.

Such an accident would occur in a period of exuberance, rather than for example when he was driving in connection with his duties at work. [...]

[...] Beside your own drive to paint, he saw you through the eyes of his own drive to create.

[...] As he became afraid that youth left him and that your drives to paint and write were not as secure and overriding, then he became even more in need of reassurance.

[...] Neighbor John Bumbalo took delivery of the package yesterday afternoon while I was at the hospital, and brought it over as soon as he saw me drive into the garage. [...]

[...] (Actually, I do not drive because of poor eyesight.) The car approached our corner, at Walnut and Water Streets. [...] As I watched from my floating position, the “driving me” made an error at the light, and suddenly we ended up in the middle of a line of traffic. [...]

[...] When he recovered, he offered to drive us to the garage to pick up our car.

[...] I wasn’t driving as in the dream, Peter was. [...]

[...] Now he is free to work joyfully on Aspects, without the old “poisoned drive”—that is, he will be working because he wants to, and not because he feels his existence is dependent upon it.

[...] Later, I wished I’d asked Rob to drive around so I could prolong it, but neither of us thought of doing that at the time….”

Do not drive with your brother. [...]

(My brother William, who lives in Rochester, New York, is driving down to take mother back home with him for a week or two, on November 9. We received a letter from him to this effect yesterday. [...]

To cover all points until the situation becomes clearer, I still suggest that neither of you drive with another person. [...]

Your conversations, your drives, your mail, the television programs you watch—all of these are involved—involved in that you will be led to watch programs, for example, that in one way or another help the entire picture. [...]

[...] Driving downtown is stimulating to Ruburt, but he should not feel out of it at such times, or concentrate upon the comparison between his present and the desired state. [...]

[...] These have their own consciousnesses alive in matter, their drive to exist and be within the framework of their own nature. [...]

[...] They lived out of town, separated in time by a drive of approximately [half an hour]. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Value fulfillment, again, is the impetus that drives the wheels of nature, so to speak. [...]

[...] I had to wear them when driving, though, because my driver’s licence bore an “x” opposite “corrective lenses.” [...]

(A note added later: On my last New York State Visual Acuity Report, which he filled out in May 1983, John Smith wrote that I passed the test for driving without wearing glasses [combined Snellen test score 20/30]. [...]

Ruburt’s father, to Ruburt, meant laxness, relaxation to the extreme, without drive or fire, responsibility or control. Ruburt’s mother meant will, drive, power, for she had power over the household and over Ruburt. [...]

[...] No problem driving home.)