“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You think that the soul is a white wall with nothing written upon it, and so your idea of sacrilege is to shit upon it, not realizing that the shit and the soul are one, and that the biological is spiritual; and that, again — if you will forgive my homey concept — flowers grow from the shit of the earth. [...]

[...] And that shit fertilizes the flowers and the ground, and is a part of it.

(“Flowers... [...] she said, referred to the flower garden at the Birch house we considered purchasing in June 1964. We spent several weekends at the house cleaning up, and Jane weeded the flower garden.

Flowers, the odor of flowers as if it is summertime. [...]

(Yesterday we received from Hal Williams of Lancaster, PA, three medications he had promised to send: a baby cream, a calindula flower extract for use on Jane’s decubiti, and a powder—also I believe based on the calindula—for her to take at 12 hour intervals for blue fingers, if any. [...]

[...] Jane wondered if the flower extract had anything to do with the little finger acting up; its color was mildly dark compared to the middle finger’s original dark blue appearance. [...]

(To Joel.) You know I am going to say this to our friend of the idiot flowers over there. [...]

Our friend here of the idiot flower, then look through and beyond Ruburt’s head and wherever that leads you then follow and follow in your own way. [...]

[...] Last Saturday I bought over $30.00 worth of flower seeds, and I’m slowly trying them out in a variety of pots and containers to see which flowers do best under what circumstances—artificial light, natural light, etc. It’s turning out to be quite an intriguing endeavor, and I plan to keep the house decorated with fresh flowers winter and summer. [...]

Imagine the hammer as a flower next time, and you will have no difficulty. A flower never hurt anyone. See it limp as a flower. [...]

To some extent you are still, and it is the image of the hammer that triggers your reaction, in that respect, so change the image and see it as a flower. You have a good visual memory so if you begin to insert the image of the flower, in the same position as the hammer, this will be highly effective. [...]

[...] Flowers here. [...]

I see flowers on the dining room table at his apartment. [...]

[...] Flowers, and death of a dog. [...]

[...] This would be the connection with “service” and “Flowers,” meaning funeral.

(“A connection with a flower or flowers”, immediately reminded Jane of our visits to Enfield Glen, or Robert Treman State Park. [...] I remember our specifically commenting on the flowers there, on all our visits. [...]

A connection with a flower or flowers, and with lace or material. [...]

[...] (Louder:) He will grow the flower of the intellect—a flower that must have its deep roots buried securely within the earth, and yet a flower that will send new psychic seeds outward, not only for itself but for the rest of nature, of which it is a part.

[...] Your poor little innocent flower, when it rains and thunders and storms come, does our little flower look up and say, “Here comes that evil lightening and thunder?” It does not think that the thunder and the lightening and the wind and the rain are out to get it. [...]

[...] To pluck up a flower from the earth is violent. [...]

[...] You cannot destroy one flower seed, much less a man. [...]

pussycats and flowers,

Some of that understanding should flower this week, so that he grabs more fully a hold of that creative stimulus that can greatly accelerate his improvements. [...]

[...] All flower seeds do not fall on fertile ground and bring forth other flowers. [...]

But a child born to two parents is also an offspring of the earth, its tissues as surely a part of earth as any tree or flower, or burst of ocean spray. [...]

You will find All That Is also within a leaf and within a flower. But only when you try to understand what a leaf and a flower are. [...]

The atoms and molecules within your bodies and the consciousness within them have dwelt as flowers in the field. The actual atoms and molecules that are within your arm at this moment have been within the cows that you have eaten and the flowers upon which you now walk. [...]

[...] You think that an atom is beneath you or a flower. [...]

[...] The street having to do with flowers, this particular street. Flowers in the name perhaps. [...]

[...] (Seth rattled these dates off rapidly.) A circular formation (gesture) surrounded by flowers I believe, with closely-crowded, old, at least second-story structures to the left side of the street, or close to the street and nearly identical in rows.

[...] You are in the habit of carrying these hells and demons around with you, and if you do not watch it you will see them even in the faces of the flowers. [...]

[...] And so surely should our little idiot flower cower beneath this fine intellect of man that even the seasons themselves should tremble before this fine instrument of the ego. And yet it seems to me, if I remember correctly, that idiot flowers, without a brain in their petals, manage to grow beautifully into what they are and to perfectly do their thing. [...]

And each of you—  you (Joel) and you (Alison) and you (Florence) for I do discriminate, and Ruburt are so jealously concerned for these intellects, so jealous of the intellectual power that they would kill some poor little innocent flower just to see what made the thing grow. [...]

[...] You had several existences together where you were involved with plants and flowers, hence, in this life, your love of flowers and the business that you had. [...]

[...] The hat with flowers that stick up. [...]

[...] Something rising, or flowers. [...]

[...] Jane said the flower data earlier in the material could have given rise to this personal association: She thought of times in her childhood when her grandmother took her on a walk to the park in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] The ribbon at the top, and a small bouquet of flowers. [...]

One flower may die before another. One may be blemished and the other not, but none are the less flowers for that. [...] His judgments, and yours to a lesser extent, can be regarded as the flower’s blemishes, though I am aware it is not easy for you to see this in that light.