“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And you will create with joy and spontaneity when you recognize that within the leaf of a flower the consciousness that is within it, and relate it to yourself, and honor it and treat it as a little brother, you will be free. [...]

[...] And I hope you understand what I mean or I shall be forced to go into another analogy about a flower. [...]

[...] How strange, I’ve found myself thinking, that Joe, say, doesn’t see our environment in artistic terms, since what I see is so plain to me. But then, I tell myself, Joe has a method of cognition that’s quite natural to him. If he loves flowers, for instance, he may enjoy more of a sheer emotional reaction through the appreciation of a rose than I can.

[...] Springtime again — the release of energy, the flowering of a landscape that, by all appearances, had been dead and nearly lifeless only weeks before. [...]

[...] She “looks down and away” at grass and flowers, etc., and to her left, not obstructing her view, is the porch roof of the apartment on the ground floor.

[...] If you want to see the colors of a flower, or my dear friends, of an apple, you must get out of your body to do so. [...]

“It is wrong to curse a flower and wrong to curse a man. [...]

This applies to the seeds of any flower or tree or person. [...]

CONSCIOUSNESS IS LIKE A FLOWER WITH MANY PETALS, replied the pointer.

[...] You grow probable selves as a flower grows petals. [...]

The constant interchange that exists biologically means that the same physical stuff that composes a man or a woman may be dispersed, and later form a toad, a starfish, a dog or a flower. [...]

After the holidays Jane worked on several small acrylic paintings of flowers that friends had given us for Christmas. [...]

[...] It’s filled with trees and flowering shrubs—a view Jane cherishes, and one she has painted and written about a number of times. [...]

[...] By physical universe I mean everything with which we come into contact in any way at all—stars, chairs, events, rocks, flowers—our entire physical experience. [...]

(I interpreted the portion indicated of the one doodle as bearing a resemblance to the imprint of a paw, although Jane intended this design as flowers. [...]

[...] Then slowly imagine other sounds appearing in the world, appearing in the same way that a flower might appear, so that sounds begin to be born in the universe. [...]

(Talking about checking data she said, “You don’t rip the head of a flower off the stem to see if it will grow a new blossom.” [...]

[...] They were blue-purple, and the top one had a flower in the center. [...]

[...] Some of the boxes laid out before me, as I made my drawing for the sticker, contained reproductions of cards bearing houses, trees, flowers, etc.; the standard kind of subject material for greeting cards.

[...] “A fountain with steps leading up to it; a circular formation surrounded by flowers, with closely crowded, old, two-story structures to the left of the street and very close to it, in rows.” [...]

[...] You know these individuals as names of people that existed — but in your terms, and in your terms only, those existences represented the flowering aspects of their personalities. [...]