“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Will flower often. [...]

[...] I had to go to the bank to get checks and money orders to pay taxes and bills, hook up the garden hose, and learn how to work the new sprinkler I’d bought to spray the flowers out back. [...]

[...] Plants or flowers. [...]

(“Plants or flowers.” [...]

[...] She loved the wild flowers I brought in from the house.

(“There was a rather ornate table lamp of bamboo in our room, decorated with flowers painted flowers.”)

[...] Flowers in the room, perhaps roses. But florist’s flowers.

[...] Flowers here.

[...] There were many different colored flowers along the road near our hotel.”)

[...] You have done well there, for the yard work is helping, and the change will naturally bring your creativity to flower if you leave yourself alone. [...]

A flower cannot write a poem about itself. [...]

(Pause.) And I did enjoy the flowers.

(Jane’s ESP students gave her flowers for her birthday on May 8..

In your terms, spring is coming and all those idiot flowers are ready to bloom. And they have not said, “Whyfore there, am I about to bloom, and how is it I am now a seed and soon will be a flower? [...]

[...] The seed is not the flower, and the flower is not the fruit. [...]

[...] I ask you to realize that although you cannot see them, your own thoughts blossom as flowers in an invisible garden. [...]

[...] In plain view in the photo are picket fences to the right and left of Maxine and Del, plus two large curving trellises bare of flowers or greenery. [...]

[...] In the photo Del and Maxine stand surrounded by trees and bushes of various kinds and size, flowers, etc.

The great latent-but-always-sensed dimensions of spiritualized creaturehood will then begin to flower. [...]

[...] Then the true flowering of humanity’s consciousness could begin. [...]

[...] There are at all times more various kinds of personalities than there are flower seeds—different varieties. [...]

[...] The flowers thrust themselves up through soil, but they hardly consider the soil or thrusting a tragedy, nor resent the time spent in the frozen earth, for they realize the frozen earth is a condition of their blossoming—a challenge that is an aid, not a hindrance. [...]

[...] You have no right to set such terms, any more than a flower would insist upon sunny ground and a preferred spot within the garden as a prerequisite for its own existence.

[...] You have no more right to crush it than you have to crush a flower. [...]

[...] I rubbed the flower extract Steve Blumenthal had given Jane last night on her knuckles of the right hand; we’ll use that location as a test site. [...]

[...] Each spoon that you touch, each flower that you rearrange, each syllable that you speak, each room you attend to, automatically brings you in touch with your natural feeling for the universe—for each object, however homey or mundane, is alive with changes and comprehension.

[...] You have lived before, and will again, and your new life, in your terms, springs out of the old, and is growing in the old and contained within it as the seed is already contained within the flower.

Those particular beliefs actually take hold in young adults, so that it seems that all of life is meant to come to its fullest flower in young adulthood, and then from that prestigious position fall quicker and quicker into disuse and disarray.

“A terrific little dream that beautifully states its message: Mary’s ideas of romance and making love (represented by modern-day flowered sheets) are being transposed from the bedroom into the area of her art, and in a way that mars the art itself. The transposition of the flowered designs of bedsheets to sheets of paper is great; Rob chose a sketch pad rather than, say, typing paper, I think, because painting is his art while Mary’s is writing. [...]

[...] Instead, as Mary lifted the cover of the pad, holding the pad out for Jane and me to see, we saw that the top page was covered by a lovely large floral pattern of leaves and flowers, as one might see on bedsheets these days. [...]