“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Many of the fears have been trivial but he would not discuss them. One worry then would automatically be associated with a pile of other buried worries, and an ordinary unpleasant stimuli could evoke the whole works. A gray day becomes therefore a symbol that the sunny inner self is clouded, and he feared he could not change himself any more than he could the weather.

The personality attempts to protect itself from them, for the reasons given, but the psychic energy behind them will leap up and attach itself to events. Because the fears are not accepted individually they have a collective charge, which when properly triggered evokes the feeling of hopelessness.

The feeling then seems to be out of all proportion to whatever current event seems to have evoked it. The personality is then bewildered, feeling the weight of this as a pall. Reassurance should be given then that the fears can be expressed, and not judged intellectually. Often when Ruburt is alone the weight of these unexpressed fears is strongly upon him, then acting like a cloud that holds him down.

Your treescape, for example: the other way around—what kind of face does it evoke? You see already to some extent that it evokes a portrait. [...]

I can only hope to evoke some feeling within you that is reminiscent of your own actual behavior at those hidden levels of dreaming activity, but they have remained highly pertinent in the development of all species with their environments, keeping the intents and purposes of one alive in the other. [...]

Ruburt’s latest poetry is a way of encountering beliefs, and also of evoking the most deeply creative aspects of himself and bringing these to the surface of experience.

Many people, however, fear spontaneity: it evokes extravagance, excesses, and dangerous freedoms. [...]

[...] I am speaking in your terms of experience, for in each word spoken in your present, you evoke that past time, or you stimulate it into existence so that its reality and yours are coexistent.

[...] Many of the events and feelings evoked such deep implications of trial and challenge for Jane and me that we were often left with strong feelings of unreality: This can’t be happening to us. [...]

The natural person can be evoked, and its responses elicited, particularly through touching and through statements of love and affection. [...]

[...] In a miraculous shorthand, many symbols carry the burden of far more than one experience, of course, and one symbol will therefore evoke not only one given experience, but similar ones. [...]

[...] The artist may vividly evoke the image of a disappearing road that appears to be broad in the picture’s foreground, only to turn smaller and smaller until it seems to vanish in some distant hidden point. [...]

This will not be a dry treatise, studiously informing you about some hypothetical structure called the psyche, but will instead evoke from the depths of your being experiences that you have forgotten, and bring together from the vast reaches of time and space the miraculous identity that is yourself.

[...] The other ideas I mentioned, to some extent now cast an unclear light, so that the attitudes they evoke are in conflict with your original, most persuasive goals.

[...] Instead he measured her for new reading glasses, and these alone evoked an enthusiastic response from Jane, since she could see to read much better with the test lenses. [...]

[...] This comes close to evoking an understanding of distance as it occurs electrically, existing within an action.

[...] On Ruburt’s part he is finding himself able to handle a parental situation with you, along with you, even though the crisis evokes long repressed, highly charged emotions from his own past.

[...] “Probable selves” evoke still other such experiences. [...]

When you have done this, ask yourself which scene evokes the strongest emotional response. [...]

[...] Then let the sounds evoke whatever naturally comes from them. [...]

[...] They also remind you of the deep certainty of your creaturehood, and by their flight evoke within you the knowledge that you are leaping from creaturehood into dimensions of actuality you only barely sense.

[...] Why isn’t there at least one artist in all of the world painting today whose ability equals Rembrandt’s, and who uses that great gift to evoke the depths of compassion for the human condition as Rembrandt did? [...]