“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] When I returned I saw that a family of five people — parents and three young children — were in the car, and ready to drive away. [...]

[...] Her desire, her drive, was to write.

[...] To me it’s a sort of … yes, sturdy connection of one person to the universe … a one-to-one relationship; a yearning to participate in the meaning of existence; a drive to appreciate nature and salute it while adding to it; but the knowledge that nature is also a touchstone to a deeper unknowable essence from which we and the world spring.

[...] Coupled with that, however, she developed a very strong, literal, religious drive on her own. [...]

All of that occurred in the background in which you chose an artistic ability that did not fit into the accepted male role, and Ruburt possessed a drive that did not fit the feminine picture, either. [...]

[...] You both also had from other existences strong drives toward privacy and secrecy. [...]

You believed that you should be outgoing, vigorous, somewhat competitive, and you believed you should be socially oriented, while at the same time you believed that those things conflicted in a basic way with other drives. [...]

[...] Only your beliefs impede it—so work with those beliefs before you shovel the drive. [...]

[...] One of the greatest, however, is the idea that the conscious mind does not have any touch with the fountains of its own being, that it is divorced from nature, and that the individual is therefore at the mercy of unconscious drives over which he has no control.

[...] To me, Jane’s very deep trance had seemed to be quite impervious, her delivery fueled by a driving energy. [...]

[...] Since your physical body itself is composed of the very energy that drives the universe, then there is nothing about you which that energy is unaware of. [...]

[...] Next, I described my vivid dream of last night: Jane and I were still driving our old yellow Cadillac convertible. [...]

(Next, Jane said she was trying to find a radio and recorder here at our hill house in Elmira so that Sue Watkins, who lives an hour’s drive to the north, could borrow it. [...]

[...] As I have said before, according to psychology and science, you are a living conglomeration of elements and chemicals, spawned by a universe without purpose, itself accidentally formed, and you are given a life in which all the “primitive and animalistic” drives of your evolutionary past ever lurk within you, awaiting expression and undermining your control.

[...] About 6 P.M. Ann called saying that she was in Binghamton, N.Y., a city more than an hour’s drive away. [...]

[...] “You mean you’re driving here for just one session? [...]

[...] Rob was afraid that I’d feel under pressure, knowing that they were driving such a long way and back the same night for a session. [...]

[...] But the unit selves retain their identity, as in a nation the citizens retain theirs, even though the nation at times may act as a unit, and share particular mass characteristic drives and desires, and work toward various goals.

[...] I’d thought her driving herself until she was hoarse was a late — or last — confrontation with a world that she might soon be leaving …)

[...] No one would ever think of calling him lazy or good for nothing, yet this may be precisely his own subconscious picture of himself, against which he drives himself incessantly, all in an effort to prove that his erroneous self-image is, indeed, wrong. [...]

A kind of inverted beta pattern, difficult to describe, often appears suddenly in the midst of the other ranges, driving through them, accelerating consciousness to a high degree of creativity. [...]

[...] She drives him home, I believe. [...]

[...] In a big old garage with Jane, I was ready to drive the car away, but then seemed to look up at it on a hoist. [...]

[...] Driving up to Maine, I noted that our car, which is an old one, was using quite a bit of oil. [...]

[...] Seth had discussed her father’s laxness, and her mother’s drive toward purpose, power, and control, and how Jane had felt that she must make a choice between the two modes of behavior. [...]

[...] You have only to listen to your creative drive within you. [...]

[...] You should go into a kind of neutral drive.