“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] An artificial grouping of ideas, like paper flowers, can be collected about a standard core belief.

[...] “Like from that actress, and the birthday cards, and the flowers….”

[...] He will never forget the flowers, and this has added to the sense of inner serenity that he is in the process (underlined) of achieving. [...]

[...] They are new like the flowers that eternally grow.

[...] Now a flower is a truth. [...]

[...] And when you compare your technologies, learning, logical thought, cultures and arts with what you understand of animal experience, there seems no doubt that you are superior and “the Flower of Evolution” — that all other kinds of life are topped by your existence.

[...] You see, I am not using a flower, and the onion comes up and it insists that it must know who God is and where He is that makes him grow. [...]

[...] Thoughts, for example, may appear as stationary structures, as flowers or trees, houses or landscapes. [...]

The conscious mind can, for instance, see a rose as a symbol of life or death, or joy or sadness, and under certain conditions its interpretation of a simple flower can trigger deep experiences that call up power and strength from the inner resources of being. [...]

[...] Earlier, she’d finished a small acrylic still life of flowers and fruit.)

As each species of flower has its place in the natural world, so, in terms of this analogy at least, the fool and the scholar, the fanatic, the timid, the weary and the exuberant, the greedy—all of these also have their place.

[...] Frank had brought him flowers. [...]

[...] On the other hand, you have been taught that the intellect, the “flower of consciousness,” is a frail, vulnerable adjunct — again, a chance creation, without meaning and without support — without support because you believe that “beneath it” lie “primitive, animalistic, bloody instincts,” against which reason must exert what strength it has.

[...] You can love a flower, you do not hate it because it has one brown petal, and yet, when you find another individual with a symbolic brown petal, you immediately latch upon that. [...]

[...] The experience was so vivid she found her head rocking back and forth on the pillow, like a “flower on a stem.” [...]

[...] I will have you on as a flower and I will show my own film to my friends and say, look, they exist, would you ever believe it? [...]

[...] I hope to give you the confidence to grasp the freedom then to explore yourselves, easily, freely and joyfully as one of our friends, the flowers, might suddenly choose to explore itself in all its uniqueness. [...]

[...] You [as a member of the human species] do indeed see yourself as the supreme flower of history so far, yet when you can know what is going on clearly and concisely on the other side of Elmira, and can communicate it also, then you will be as primitive and as civilized as some of those primitive people.

The picture may also have flowers in it. [...]

I try to straddle your definitions—but flowers, for example, in a fashion see themselves as their own artistic creations (emphatically). [...]