“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Tasting those qualities to the utmost, from that framework the psyche probes the fires of vitality and being as experienced from that specific viewpoint, and the despondency can be more alive than an unprobed, barely experienced joy. [...]

[...] While our heroine is shown taking a shower on the first two pages of the comic story, the villain is shown skulking outside her apartment window via a fire escape, then reaching in through an open window to tamper with some of the heroine’s personal effects. [...]

[...] A connection also with fire mentioned. [...]

[...] There was also something about my being fired from a job because I was notorious as a writer.

[...] The more intense the individual, the hotter the fire, so to speak, and the greater the chemical excesses released.

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

[...] I’m not temperamentally suited to putting myself under fire twice a week, which is what I was doing with the attitude I had at the time. [...]

[...] Maybe the fire of my life was coming to its own natural conclusion. [...]

[...] [See appendixes 7 and 11 in Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality.] Jane hasn’t taken the time to concentrate upon either of those projects, interesting as they are, although she would if one — or both — of them “caught fire” for her. [...]

11. According to modern cosmology, a black hole consists of the remains of a very massive star (one much larger than our own sun, for example) that’s suffered complete gravitational collapse after the death of its nuclear fires. [...]

[...] There may be other psychic fires lighting up that inner landscape with a far greater light than ours; other aspects of consciousness to which we’re connected as surely as we’re connected also to the animals in a chain of being we barely comprehend.

[...] We instinctively know that disasters mimic the birth and death of cells within our bodies—we instinctively know that all life survives death, that death is the bursting of life into new forms, hence our fascination with accidents and fires. [...]

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

I pushed open the back fire door and the six of us clumped down the open stairs that Jane and I had used so many times. [...]

[...] There are currents of thought as there are currents of air, and the mental patterns of man’s feelings and thoughts rise up like flames from a fire, or steam from hot water, to fall like ashes or like rain.