“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They’d live the same as ever, since it’s illegal for us to feed them — although they do like to move down the hillside at night and sample certain shrubs we have kindly planted about our houses.

[...] Not only does it feed the physical universe, but in it many aspects of your own dreams become actual. [...]

[...] Not only does it feed the physical universe, but in it, many aspects of your own dreams become actual. [...]

Animals also dream, for example, and whole herds of starving animals will be led by their dreams to find better feeding grounds. [...]

The flame feeds the fire and the fire feeds the flame. [...]

(This afternoon Jane and I outlined a “credo” for her that we hoped she could follow back to the productive endeavors she loves so much: writing, poetry, painting, the sessions, the mail, cooking, feeding our cats, Billy and Mitzi, and so forth. [...]

Seth then sat in front of my dream self, feeding it something that looked like cereal. [...]

[...] Despite the appearance that the revolution in Iran—made up as it is of all of those diverse consciousnesses—is feeding upon itself in very destructive ways, in ordinary terms, civil war does not appear to be likely. [...]

[...] We saw deer in the back yard and put feed out for them and the birds. [...]

[...] Laurel makes the 15-mile trip from Sayre much more often than I do: to look the place over, to pick up the junk mail that’s still addressed to us there in spite of the notices I’ve sent out, and to scatter feed for the birds and animals. [...]

[...] I may fear that if you go too far … telling it like it is … that the establishment will just cut off your platform … or that people will stop buying the books … something like … biting the hand that feeds you. [...]