“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I saw a round hole, evidently cut into ice; at the hole were two men wearing white fur suits, and moving about the hole as though perhaps fishing through the ice.

[...] Rice is good, fish is good.

[...] There is no nirvana if you mean by nirvana a state in which your individuality is lost and gobbled in a great fish of a god that consumes you as the whale consumed Jonah. [...]

[...] She had thrown it away on May 5; unknown to her I fished it out of the wastebasket. [...]

[...] Her request caught me by surprise, and it took me a few moments to fish the test envelope out of its hiding place and lay it on the bed before her. [...]

[...] Jane does know the suspected cat food, which is a combination of liver and fish. [...]

[...] Like fish, they can swim in other streams. [...]

[...] We recall this especially because the usual beaches at Rochester were polluted by hordes of dead fish; we had to drive some distance to find a suitable swimming spot.

[...] You view the fantastic variety of physical life — its animals, insects, birds, fish, man and all his works — with hardly a qualm; yet you must understand that the nature of consciousness itself is far more varied, and you must learn to think of an inner reality that is as infinite as the exterior one. [...]

I saw myself stretched out among the stars.
My skin, an open mesh,
Was hung with seeds and moons and fish.
Birds flew through my flesh
Which rose in continental mass
From seas of space. [...]

[...] The physical environment is real in different terms to an animal, a fish, a man, or a rock, for example, and different portions of that environment are correspondingly unreal [to each of those forms]. [...]

[...] It’s like saying that the little fish survives when it’s eaten by a bigger one because it becomes part of it.

[...] The fish and all of the complex minutiae of the local river bottoms would go on living as they always have. [...]

[...] These plus fish oils are beneficial, however, but not when taken with acid foods. [...]

[...] They begin by giving some verbal tribute to old definitions, and then take off from there, having firmly established the fact that he is more or less in the same kettle of fish. [...]

[...] The consciousness of being human was fully developed in the caveman, of course, but the human conception was alive in the fish.

(Later Bill told us the skull association may be linked to the skeletons of fish he saw on the ocean bottom while skin diving; but he is not at all sure.)

[...] To give just two examples, at this time we are surely opaque to the seemingly endless search for value fulfillment that consciousness displays through the “lowly” lung fish and the “unattractive” cockroach. [...]