“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When you enter a different dimension the abilities of the body form change, and for all intents and purposes it is a different body form, which we will call a mind form. [...]

[...] (Eyes open again; with gestures.) Perhaps the building is in some way on exhibition, or one must pay to enter it. [...]

[...] The turnstile may simply be symbolic—you may have to pay to enter the building. [...]

[...] We will not go into this now since truly difficult explanations enter in as to how and why, and so forth. [...]

This subconscious is another link or connective between the two fields of which we have spoken, and again, as it enters your plane it takes on the characteristics of your plane. [...]

[...] The personality can and should be aware of the whole self of which it is a part, and that part of the whole self which the ego ignores, is the one part which can enter into the field influence of the entity, though it cannot travel to the entity itself.

[...] Unfortunately, weight is attacked as ‘bad’ or ‘evil’; symbolic moral judgments enter the act. [...]

[...] So, instead, we will form a free city to which those travelers can come, and where those who enter can read books about Buddhism if they prefer, or play at being Catholic. [...]

You felt, you see, that on entering this institution or this culture or civilization, that something had been taken from you symbolized by you as the fluid that was taken from the brain. [...]

[...] There are other feelings about the same matter that did not enter into this particular drama. [...]

[...] Such an individual then can understand the nature of hallucinations at the point of death, and with full conscious awareness enter into the next plane of existence. [...]

[...] The discrimination comes to bear upon the precision needed to enter your reality at the precise time, the precise point in time and space, upon which you are concentrated.

And so when I speak to you, I speak to you often in sympathy and compassion that you know so little and have so far to go, and yet you travel a road that I have also traveled and so I can, to some extent, enter into your experience and understand reality as it now appears to you, and yet it is a limited and indeed a shadowy reality. [...]

[...] He entered your universe in a reality I find difficult to remember. [...]

[...] But he is beginning to understand, and is willing to enter that arena. He wants to enter it, and there is the important change in belief that has occurred. [...]

Any excessive behavior may enter in, including oversmoking, overeating, and overdrinking.

(Our suspicions entered in, however, when Jane and I realized that between us [and including each other] we were personally acquainted with nine counterparts: All but one of them [Alan Koch] were class members. [...]

[...] As I watched, he crossed a blacktop expanse to a sidewalk, and entered a large building on the other side of the motel. [...]

[...] The building he’d entered had been the post office.

[...] The fact that my father is dead didn’t enter into the dream.)

(At a slower pace:) He is consciously entering into another room of the psyche, and also entering into the reality that corresponds to it. [...]

[...] I entered into a sequel to the first vision: I felt myself floating face down in the Mediterranean with my hands tied behind my back. [...]

[...] I doubt if this data would be entered on the record had not Seth mentioned it without prompting. [...]

[...] When Jane sat down again and entered the trance state, she remained quite motionless, with her eyes closed, for over a minute before she began at 10:29.)

The subconscious is a doorway into other portions of the self and it must be entered, and free access must exist to it. [...]

[...] I noticed them as soon as I entered 330. [...]

[...] You never forgave yourself, and now in your first reincarnation as a woman since that time, you decided to be the vehicle through which he could enter physical reality again, and so became his mother in physical terms.

[...] Memory, which Jane and I treat cautiously, also enters into it, but the hard facts are noted where we are sure.

Can I enter that land is not the “proper” question to ask. [...]

(Booklets titled “The Catholic Burial Rite” were handed out as we entered the church, and I kept my copy. [...]