“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Only in this way, you see, would you be able to relate to the experience of womanhood, and then as a woman face those attitudes that you yourself had against women in the past.

[...] There is an overall pattern to relationships within lives, and yet this does not mean that you travel through various existences with the same limited and familiar number of friends and acquaintances, merely altered like actors with a change of face or costume.

[...] You remember other faces, even though the mind you call the conscious one may not recognize the images from that deep inner memory. [...]

(9:15.) Your [painted] faces represent such a recognition. [...]

[...] Not wanting to face such “evil” in yourself, you may then direct it outward and transfer it to another area.

You must then project wisdom onto others and reject it in yourself, or be faced with a dilemma in personal values.

[...] You simply did not want to face them.

[...] Strength is respected, but true strength is the result of excellent communication between the outer self that faces the world, and the inner self that looks inward.

(Now Jane, still perched on the arm of the couch with her long black hair falling over her face, impatiently brushed her hair back.)

[...] You have not completely introduced your inner image, but only hinted at it, so that to her it is secondary and unreal, when she is faced by actual events in which you behave as the inner image, she is bewildered, confused, and imagines that you are demented.

[...] They should always be faced in this light. [...]

[...] I thought it an excellent summary of the problems we have been facing for the past year. [...]

[...] You will indeed live many years yet, before we meet face to face. And when we do meet face to face then indeed, if you will most respectfully forgive me, there will be hell to pay.

[...] She did not move from her position before her chair, and thus the distance from her face to the microphone did not vary a great deal. [...] I know the angle changed somewhat, since we had set the mike on the table so it directly faced her when she was sitting down. [...]

[...] He is not however some demigod walking the face of the physical earth; and your word “medium” leaves much to be desired. [...]

9. On facing pages in our album, Jane and I have a pair of large, rather formal photographs of ourselves that we’ve often joked about. [...] More than once Jane has asked me what I’d have thought at that age had I been aware that my wife-to-be was a “round-faced little kid, still playing with paper dolls….”

[...] I think I’m going to come out of it … My face isn’t doing anything, is it? [...]

[...] “I had the feeling of my hair being long and parted in the middle, as though I’ve got some kind of humanoid features; you know, with the hair hanging down on each side of my face, which is something like an animal’s — but with very intelligent eyes, very warm and soft.”⁸ Jane finally opened her eyes. [...]

I come unknowing upon the face of the earth

[...] It is when you give up facing them on a normal daily level that you abdicate your responsibility, so to speak.

[...] Quite naturally, it seemed, I now realized that I was seeing a robed figure standing in a doorway, just beyond Jane’s right shoulder as she faced me seated in her rocker. The figure was perhaps three feet tall, standing facing me but with the light coming from the doorway behind so that the face was in shadow.

[...] The process of imagining will also bring you face to face with other subsidiary ideas that may momentarily bring you up short. [...]

[...] He is facing many of them for the first time.

In the development of this state we can, and of necessity will probably end up with changes in the physical face because it is the memory, the memory (head up briefly, up facing toward the ceiling), of another nervous system that here begins to gain prominence, and it is difficult. [...]

(Jane now sat leaning far forward in her rocker; her head was far down, toward her knees, facing the floor. [...]

The comical series of events involving Floyd, one of his sons, and another helper had started this noon: “Hell, Rob, it’s a coon!” a surprised Floyd called down to me from the roof of the house, after the beam from his flashlight had illuminated the black mask across the animal’s face and made its eyes shine as it crouched at the base of the fireplace chimney. [...]

[...] In the gloomy day we couldn’t see eyes in the black face. [...]

[...] It is not a question of fearing to face reality financially. [...]

[...] These are challenges set, and you are both facing them.

[...] And the argument—the argument being somewhat in the nature of a soul facing its own legislature, or perhaps standing as a jury before itself, setting its own case in a kind of private yet public psychic trial. [...]

[...] The arthritis situation is as I gave it, but you are still faced with the medical interpretation of that situation, so that it is up to Ruburt to set it aside. [...]

[...] This fear itself should be faced for what it is, and dealt with like any other fear. [...]

[...] If he says, now, “I can get up easily,” and then he does not in the next instant, then he thinks he is faced with a new failure.

(Following a discussion of everyone’s experiences during the week.) Now I want you to get used to Alpha II and so I would like you to take your eyes off this charming face and close your eyes. [...]

[...] I want you to freely open the inner eyes and see their faces. [...]

[...] When I woke up I made another little drawing: I showed my Roman-captain self still face down in the water, but entangled with the branches projecting from a waterlogged tree trunk — I’d been caught that way for a while, before a group of fishermen on a North American beach hauled body and tree ashore in their net. At least, I thought as I described the experience to Jane, I dared face my death in that life after the fact of its happening, even if I didn’t care to undergo the actual process.

[...] Each time I’d evidently seen myself as a Roman military officer living early in the first century A.D. In the first episode I was aboard a galley in the Mediterranean; in the second, I floated face down in that sea with my hands bound behind me.

(She sat in her usual place on the couch, and I faced her in her chair across the coffee table. [...]

[...] The Sinful Self idea can be detrimental in particular when it is faced by experience that must necessarily fall outside of its realm of reference. [...]

[...] And despite your joint negativism, and your joint distrust of improvements, and your joint insistence upon ignoring any improvements noted by Ruburt as ludicrously insignificant in the face of what was needed—in spite of all of that, the body has kept up its own struggle.

You are constantly in the position of saying to the body “In the face of what we want, your improvement, whatever it might be, is not only not enough, but almost a parody in the light of normal walking.” [...]