“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] For now, I simply want to make the point that in the most basic of terms the human birth is as orderly and spontaneous as the birth of any of nature’s creatures — and a child opens its selfhood even as a flower opens its petals.

[...] The inner senses flower into the physical ones. [...]

[...] I think now of a border of flowers, and of the two people, a man and a woman, and J. B. I think also of hills.

(Jane does not know what association led her to mention a border of flowers. [...]

[...] The flowers, daisies, are very vivid, the grass very green.

[...] Only then could he examine it, you see, without qualm, and without being aware of the living voice that protested (Jane now spoke in a much louder and deeper voice temporarily); and so in his great fascination for what made things work, in his great curiosity to understand the heredity of a flower, say, he forgot what he could [also] learn by smelling a flower, looking at it, watching it be itself.

Consciousness is like a flower with many petals.

[...] Your creative abilities, coming into full flower, will maintain you mightily however until the end of your lives, and serve as the same kind of impetus that usually spurs the very young onward.

“Or, I thought suddenly, it was like seeing a new corner of your own psyche, transformed into trees, grass, flowers, sky and fog…. [...]

[...] Bill’s mother was very fond of flowers.

(The Gallaghers later confirmed that Bill’s mother was very fond of flowers.

[...] We do not have flowers that grow, for example. [...]

The mass psyche was seeking for a change, an impetus, a flowering, a new organization. [...]

The child, laughing with joy and awe at the sight of the first violet, understands far more in the deepest terms than a botanist who has long since forgotten the experience of perceiving one violet, though he has at his mental fingertips the names and classifications of all the world’s flowers. [...]

[...] I told her she’d received at the house a big vase of iris-like flowers from Larry Allen Hummer. [...]

[...] Leonard’s planting of the flowers has more than symbolic significance. [...]

[...] It is obvious in the cooperative ventures that unite, say, the mineral, plant, and animal kingdoms, the relationship of bee to flower. [...]

[...] In between may be a grouping of opposing symbols, representing your hope — a spring flower, a table loaded with food, a new suit of clothes, any sign of abundance that would have meaning to you. [...]

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

[...] The civilization in flower, and the ruins, coexist. [...]

[...] Sound was also used after irrigation to speed up the flowering of plants, and to facilitate transplantation to other areas. [...]

[...] December does not bring flowers and yet December does not know your means of control. [...]

[...] Seth stated that his mother “was fascinated by numbers,” loved the color blue, and was inordinately fond of flowers. After the session Bill Gallagher told us his mother had been a bookkeeper, was buried wearing a blue dress—blue was her favorite color—and that she was indeed very fond of flowers.)