“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] My consciousness, so used to my flesh, says that I’ve had enough. [...]

Not that I’ve been cold out of my body, because I haven’t. But my flesh itself seems to slow down come December, despite all I should know from the Seth Material about the innate vitality that gives the body its life.

[...] In your terms the initial statement was a physical reminder of a covenant already made before spirit was made flesh.

Dictation: You must first of all understand that your own greater reality exists whether you are in flesh or out of it, and that your subjective experience has a far greater scope than the physical brain itself allows.

[...] So Ruburt is not to be taken in by people who come here or write, expecting him to solve their problems in the flesh, or expecting me to do it. [...]

[...] This is tricky to express, because the application of a psychological awareness through the auspices of the flesh automatically makes certain transformations of data necessary.

Believe, then, that you are a being unlimited by nature, born into flesh to materialize as best you can the great joy and spontaneity of your nature.

[...] My flesh felt like dough, the little men were kneading it like dough. [...]

[...] This time I suddenly “saw” a shorter left leg superimposed over my own flesh-and-blood leg of normal length. [...]

[...] Each entity who is born in flesh works toward the development of those abilities that can be best nurtured and fulfilled within the physical environment. [...]

As I mentioned earlier, you will not become more spiritual by denying your flesh. [...]

My readers may suppose that they are physical creatures, bound within physical bodies, imprisoned within bone, flesh, and skin. [...]

[...] According to him, the point of power is where flesh and matter meet with spirit. [...]

[...] You have been here for centruies and as you sit here in fleshy images so has the flesh come and gone and so are you free of it and independent of it and not surprised by it or astonished. [...]

[...] You experience your being unallied with flesh.

[...] It is quite correct to say that your body is composed of everything you have consumed, also—each bird, animal, and plant—that those qualities form your flesh, ever change their form.

[...] Mr. Wrigley said that the ulcer on Jane’s coccyx was filling in with “grainy” flesh, which means it’s on the mend also, if slowly. [...]

[...] They compose your flesh. [...]

emerging through my flesh

[...] I felt … the weirdest kind of … armor, the alien yet tough and resilient claw instead of flesh in our terms. [...]

Your flesh is embedded in it. [...]