“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Be aware of what your body feels without questioning—without wondering whether or not your body should feel more—allow yourself to feel your husband’s caresses in the same way a flower might feel the sun.

[...] That spirituality is as dignified as brother Theodore’s idiot flower is dignified, or as dignified as a wasp, or as our beloved monster here (Willie the cat). [...]

[...] Your beliefs grow as surely in time and space as flowers do. [...]

[...] They may work in flower shops. [...]

[...] You think of flowers in terms of gentleness, beauty and “goodness,” and yet every time a new bud opens there is a great thrust of joyful aggression that is hardly passive, and a daring and courage that reaches actively outward. [...]

[...] There’s something about paper flowers. [...]

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

[...] And they often referred to, say, the god in the tree, or the spirit in the flower. [...]

[...] Left alone, your thoughts are as various, magnificent, trivial, frightening, or glorious as a hurricane, a flower, a flood, a toad, a raindrop or the fog. [...]

[...] I shall be tree and flower.

Each flower on a hillside looks out with its own unique vision of the world, and each consciousness does the same thing, fulfilling a position impossible for any other consciousness to fulfill.

You also experimented with inserting odors into pigment, very briefly, for churches, so that a violet for example would smell like the flower. [...]

[...] You will not be destroying the birds or the flowers, or the grain or the animals. [...]

A meeting either in a bar or in a place that somehow has to do with flowers. [...]

[...] The base of the clock itself is ornate with small pink flowers or figures upon it, and I believe a green felt beneath the base.

[...] He paints flowers on memo pads.

[...] You will find that a very small pond arrangement, of the artificial purchased sort, a basin arrangement where water drips through rocks, behind the glass windows in the rear, here with a very simple grouping of rocks and flowers, would serve you to great benefit: as a place of inner contemplation, in which the inner senses would greatly expand their reach.

[...] Ruburt blooms like a flower in his classes simply because everyone thinks he is quite wonderful, and he responds. [...]

Even when you lost sight — as you knew you would — of those deep connections, they would continue to operate until, in its own way, man’s consciousness could rediscover the knowledge and put it to use — deliberately and willfully, thereby bringing that consciousness to flower. [...]

Suddenly, time blossomed like a strange flower in his skull. [...]