“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We had great fun, and used to play such games to the point of exhaustion.

There is little fun connected with it. [...]

[...] It seemed almost sacrilegious to think that the production of excellent art could involve fun—or worse, an active sense of irresponsibility, a joyful sense of ease, so that if a painting came too quickly you could not trust it. [...]

[...] Think of the fun a person could have who decided at an early age—or even before physical birth—to experience a life unencumbered by other psychic relationships; wherein it had little or nothing to “work out.” [...]

[...] (I haven’t come across anything in the media yet about either one of those.) If reincarnational and genetic systems are intermixed, then it could be said that even a person’s decision to ignore his or her reincarnational heritage was in itself genetically based—and it could be fun to explore the contradictory ramifications of such a state. [...]

[...] Just for fun, try to imagine the complicated relationships that can obtain within only a family of five, say, when each member exists within his or her much larger family of reincarnational and counterpart selves. [...]

[...] Seth here refers to our table tipping experiments of Friday, October 7. That evening’s fun led to the successful 73rd envelope experiment of October 10. [...]

[...] I do it for several reasons because it is an excellent display of the use of energy and because it is fun, because it is active peace and because it shows you that the dead can be more livelier than those who think they are alive. [...]

[...] But while I find it fun to speak to you, because I am a teacher, you see, I cannot leave it at that. [...]

[...] (Partial laugh.) He is not going to give up fun, and become a long-faced spiritual fogy. [...]

[...] Jane and I met two young couples there by prearrangement, and we had much fun dancing. [...]

(This reminded Jane and me that during Saturday evening, Marilyn had described to us how her young son had discovered what fun there was to the universal game of hanging by his mother’s apron strings, as she tried to go about her duties in the trailer home in nearby Wellsburg, NY.

[...] Seven was poking fun at religious conventions. [...]

[...] If I do, then I’ll start worrying about my responsibility again and forget what Seth says about having the sessions because they’re fun. [...]

[...] It would not be nearly as much fun if you did, for I am not reprimanding you. [...]

(“Ruburt already has a head start on this, so I am not spoiling his fun. [...]

In the first scene of this dream you see a probable self, who could reasonably be expected to be the kind of son your father might have, gifted with his hands mechanically, assertive enough to own his own business, however—after all, a part of the American dream, embarked upon employment that he enjoyed, and yet one that provided a service, hence physically seen between the ice (and roller-skating) rink, representing pleasure or fun, and the grocery store, representing service or nourishment. [...]

Now you will have your fun trying to figure out whether we are having an original or a taped session. [...]

[...] In many ways it is a fun thing. [...]

[...] There was energy on both sides, but Seven was, and is, literally Ruburt’s inner self flying quite as the Seagull flies—for fun, freely, without having to answer questions, and without having to be brought down to specifics.

[...] In sketches which were fun, and to you not permanent, you permitted the spontaneity.

She says:“It will be fun to learn again.”

[...] He should make fun out of them.