“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Affirmation is based upon the realization that no other consciousness is the same as your own, that your abilities are uniquely yours and like no other’s. It is the acceptance of your individuality in flesh. [...]

[...] All of this because you do not trust the aspects of your individuality in flesh.

[...] Briefly, the picture is “shown” in the invisible arena where flesh and spirit meet. [...]

(Long pause at 10:01, eyes closed.) The living flesh is quite aware of certain facts that escape you on a conscious level. [...]

[...] This is the ground of your being where soul and flesh meet, both in time and out of it.

[...] The living flesh is yours. [...]

And each ounce of flesh is a fence,

And through the fence of peach blooming flesh

They are the form your spirit takes when combined with flesh. From them, from their core, your flesh arises.

Your flesh springs about you in response to these inner chords of your being, and the trees, rocks, seas and mountains spring up as the body of the earth from the deep inner chords within the atoms and molecules, which are also living. [...]

[...] Now it flows into what you are as a physical being and materializes you in the world of seasons, space, flesh, and time. [...]

[...] It is up to you to do this with joy and vigor, clearing your conscious mind so that the deeper knowledge of your greater identity can form joyous expressions in the world of the flesh.

Forgot: during night my stomach muscles right side lower suddenly relaxed & felt fantastic—I didn’t realize they weren’t relaxed before—then left side of my groin itched & all the flesh went soft & relaxed (and sort of flabby).

[...] (Pause.) From someone else here… Your figures, to get the feeling of depth and breadth, this is not to get the feeling simply of the flesh and bone within the flesh, but to suggest the personal energy and vitality that is in a riot, to be loose within the flesh.

This is from an artist who always used siennas for initial flesh tones, with a suggestion very lightly of violets. [...]

[...] We’ve been educated to believe that if the flesh is touched by fire as hot as that in the pit, that flesh will inevitably be burned; yet it wasn’t.)

Now: apropos of your firewalker, fire of that temperature would indeed burn the flesh if it touched it in your practical reality.

[...] As mentioned earlier (in the 653rd session in Chapter Fourteen), you actualize events from the present intersection of spirit and flesh, choosing them from probabilities according to your beliefs.

[...] Feel and dwell upon the certainty that your emotional, spiritual and psychic abilities are focused through the flesh, and for five minutes only direct all of your attention toward what you want. [...]

The truth as far as it can be stated is this: YOU FORM YOUR REALITY NOW, in capital letters, through the intersection of soul in flesh, and in your terms the present is your point of power.

Now: Each of your reincarnational selves is born as a creature in flesh, like you. [...]

[...] flesh with a cold white light; there was no radiant effect, merely the changing color of the flesh itself.

(The glow spread up the length of the thumb to the mound of flesh at its base, next to the palm. [...]

[...] At the joining of hand and wrist, the flesh rose up in an egglike lump; the light crept up Jane’s arm to her sweater, and bled down her fingers until all semblance of shadow was gone. [...]

[...] It involves direct instantaneous cognition of the essence of living ‘tissue.’ I use the word ‘tissue’ with caution and ask you not to think of it necessarily in terms of flesh.

[...] The flesh and hair and sweater looked alive even though they never moved. [...]

[...] His opaque flesh had the quality of breathing.... [...]

[...] (Pause.) Dictation: Your body is you in flesh. [...]

[...] The last line in the poem he had completed just before dinner spoke of a light that would illuminate both worlds, one of the soul and one of the flesh. [...]

[...] Your life as a creature is dependent upon your alliance with flesh. [...]

[...] If you consider yourself a mental being only, however, you will not feel alive in the flesh, but separated from it. [...]

[...] They felt that it was the larger expression of their own moods and temperament, the materialization of self-events that were too vast to be contained within the flesh of any one individual or any group of individuals. [...]

[...] They simply changed the alliances of their consciousnesses from the identification of self-within-the-flesh to self-within-the-storm. [...]

(Long pause at 12:06.) Because you are physical creatures even your dreams must be translated through the reality of your flesh. [...]

[...] It seemed to be an internal suffusing of the flesh with a cold white light. There was no radiant effect, merely the changing color of the flesh itself. [...]

“The glow spread up the length of the thumb to the mound of flesh at its base, next to the palm. [...]

[...] At the joining of hand and wrist, the flesh rose up in an egglike lump. [...]

[...] (Pause.) The source for all of this creativity springs from your own inner identity, which is never completely materialized in flesh, and so you always have unused portions of creativity at your command. [...]

[...] You put all of you of which you are aware into your body, so that it becomes you in flesh. [...]

[...] Physically, you cannot contain all of your identity, and that “free” portion unconsciously creates the flesh, in your terms. [...]

The naming and labelling of “diseases” is a harmful practice that to a large extent denies the innate mobility and ever-changing quality of the psyche as expressed in flesh. [...]

You perceive them as objects, with bulk, composed of bone and flesh. [...]

While you were
sleeping,
all the cupboards
of the earth
were filled.
Mother Earth
sought out each
need.

While you were
weeping,
your tears fell
as sweet rain
drops on small
parched hills
that rise in worlds
you cannot see,
though you are known
there.

While you were
sleeping,
Mother Earth
filled all the
cupboards of your
flesh
to overflowing.
Not one atom went
uncomforted
in worlds that
are yours,
but beyond your
knowing.

[...] Strangely, the spasm episode in the dream involved the color effects I knew I’d get when I glazed the painting: I was vividly aware of the texture of the underpainting as the green color was altered into flesh color by the overlay of warm flesh colors in oil.

I am telling you that you are not a cosmic bag of bones and flesh, thrown together through some mixture of chemicals and elements. [...]

For convenience’s sake, you close out the multitudinous inner communications that leap between the tiniest parts of your flesh, yet even as physical creatures, you are to some extent a portion of other consciousnesses. [...]