“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The deeply and strongly dimensioned sphere I used as an analogy for an action, if you recall, for any portion of action; you can now indeed further imagine one entity being composed of such an action, with egos like many faces looking outward in all directions, and each perceiving vastly different fields of reality; looking inward and outward, backward and forward as it were, through and beyond. [...]

[...] She took a sip of milk, then sat with her left hand to her face.)

When possible a window facing the north should be opened in your room, in the morning particularly. [...]

[...] From your standpoint you are almost faced with too much data. [...]

[...] The things that paid off, the things that were indeed quite effective, were these: again, your chair suggestion —remind me to return to that, for I have not mentioned some other reasons why I would like it stressed—it being the chair; the table in the kitchen, with all of the implications of additional cooking and involvement; your remark (last week) that Ruburt’s face looked much better than it did in those old photographs; your bringing in the flowers; your lovemaking, which I will discuss; and Ruburt’s point-of-power exercises. [...]

As mentioned today, he felt they served you, helped you save face in your family, and in society at large. [...]

[...] The intellectualization of the fears can be a trick to avoid facing their emotional reality, so beware of that.

[...] To change your body you change your beliefs, even in the face of physical data or evidence that conflicts.

[...] The sunny nature [of that house], regardless of what Ruburt thinks now, will help him creatively and physically — but the hill house represents a decision to face the world while maintaining certain necessary and quite reasonable conditions. [...]

[...] Jane was soon out of trance — but she had a very, very long face.

[...] The disappointments you have faced indeed make such a tale seem to be a direct contradiction to life’s realities. [...]

[...] Jane and I sat facing each other with the board on our laps, hands on the pointer but asking no questions. [...]

(Twenty minutes after the session ended Jane was standing up, washing her face, etc., but still feeling the aftereffects of the trance. [...]

[...] It was incredible to me as it took place, as I have never met a flying hawk or eagle face to face before. [...] The hawk or eagle was completely in control in his or her flight, Deb and I were at no time in danger, but he or she flew in and actually looked at us almost face to face and then showed us a full in-flight wing span a meter wide (three feet or more) as he or she turned up the angle of flight and soared back up again, just over our heads. [...]

[...] So even if Seth did help, still Jane chose to live her own life within the face and force of her own very creative present personality. [...]

[...] We tramped noisily up the narrow and turning stairs to face a fire door guarding the second floor. [...]

[...] The front of the house, facing Pinnacle Road, cannot be seen from where all of us were standing in the driveway to the side and in back of it. [...]

[...] But you will not exist amid objects that are taken at face value alone. [...]

In the face of the belief that the painting or the book would be miserable if produced, each good sentence or artistic stroke would be the opportunity not for rejoicing but for dismay: “Aha, what a fine stroke to be wasted, for the painting will surely go astray.” [...]

[...] This was supposed to be your break, but I could not stand such a long face over here. [...]

[...] It does not serve as an impetus any longer, now that the problem has been faced. [...]

[...] All That Is is not some long-haired gentleman with a saintly face. [...]

[...] Face your beliefs honestly and find out the reason for the difficulty.