“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “I found your face,” she said then, staring at me straight on. [...]

[...] I thought she might be getting ready to erupt, but instead she sat finally with her face almost down to the tabletop. [...]

They are however conflicts that are deeply a part of the human condition, and that must be faced in one life or another, both for the sake of the individual and for the sake of humanity at large. [...]

Both of you set up problems for yourselves to be faced in this existence, challenges to be met. [...]

[...] At the time we understood little of what happened; yet the event represented a key episode at the very beginning of our psychic education; for in a crowded, smoky hotel barroom Jane and I unknowingly created physical “personality fragments” of ourselves — then came face to face with them. [...]

[...] It was time to turn Jane on her left side, facing the window. [...]

[...] After resting a bit, she could reach across her face with her left hand and with a little help from me, succeeded in touching the lobe of her right ear with her left hand. [...]

[...] Can I count on you both then to face the challenge, and do what I suggested?

[...] Don’t be so anxious to throw your individuality back into their faces, saying, ‘I’m sick to death of myself and of my individuality; it burdens me.’ Even one squirrel’s consciousness, suddenly thrown into the body of another of its kind, would feel a sense of loss, encounter a strangeness, and know in the sacredness of its being that something was wrong. [...]

[...] Believing in the stereotyped idea of heaven can cause no harm, but a delay in facing up to new responsibilities. [...]

[...] We change our face and form but we are always the one. [...]

With the distortions present in organized procedures, however, and the misunderstandings of the practitioners, the phenomenon seems to show a different face indeed. [...]

Earlier—I’d forgotten—telling them anything except that I was going to try something—I concentrated on trying to form features out from my face. [...]

[...] I could not let you leave, you see, with heavy hearts and disappointed faces. [...]

[...] But while I kept myself busy, and presented a smiling face to the world, I was numb inside. [...]

[...] “When the Barbers were here the other night with their baby, I saw something like the same thing on the baby’s face—only yours was like the adult knowing version of that—you know what I mean?”

Had the emotion been honestly faced and brought to the surface it would not have been hidden. [...]

[...] When such natural guilt is not faced there are other mechanisms that must be employed. [...]

[...] John was having trouble keeping a straight face. [...]

[...] For too long it has represented the place where he faced the results of conflict—his symptoms.

I want your ideas concerning sex and its part in your lives written down with the others, and honestly faced. [...]

[...] And if you see another face, then give a look of recognition. [...]