“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Long pause.) In physical reality, if you will forgive me, life is the name of the game—and the game is based upon value fulfillment. [...]

You are like children, in your terms, with a game, and you think that the game is played by everyone. [...]

[...] Life is to be pursued at all costs—not because it is innately meaningful, but because it is the only game going, and it is a game of chance at best. [...]

(Now Jane confessed that she had a short “crying jag” this morning while watching a TV game show. [...]

Again, mind games, the insertion of humor and diversion, are extremely valuable, so that you are not trying too hard. [...]

These can be overcome, and it is as easy as a child’s game, as you said—if you realize, or if Ruburt realizes, that it is.

Earlier this evening you were discussing your beliefs, and beliefs is the name of the game. [...]

I mentioned (in the 619th session) a game in which you playfully adopt an idea that you want to materialize, then imagine it happening in your mind. [...] Continue with the game.

[...] I worked on mail and watched parts of a football game and an old Humphrey Bogart movie until Jane said she’d have a short session. [...]

[...] He watched and waited to see if you would bring in his rackets when I suggested it—to him a symbol that you would tolerate frivolity in terms of such a game.

[...] This is an old children’s game, and we decided to try it with a card table. Our experiences of the evening involving this game enter into the envelope data, although neither of the envelope objects refer to it directly. [...]

[...] This is interesting, and we believe refers to a wicker upright armchair that one of us sat in when at the table tipping game the last time of the evening. [...]

[...] I do not care, for I am playing, which game I try first. [...]

Now our friend here has been playing as a banker for years, and he knows it is a fine game. [...]

[...] And we have played question and answer games. [...]

Now: in a way the game is up—for Ruburt finally realizes that there is nothing organically wrong with the body. [...]

Children play and believe it or not the gods play, and they have a merry game. [...]

[...] And all the time she kept rotating her arms, like a children’s game. [...]

[...] In formal hypnosis, the hypnotist and the subject play a game. [...]

[...] Playfully now, for the relaxation and joy of doing it, let yourselves imagine the things you want to do, as a creative game, because of the intrinsic pleasure involved but without Ruburt expecting, or rather demanding, instantaneous results.

[...] Each of my readers plays a game in which the egotistical conscious self pretends not to know what the whole self definitely does know. [...]

They are the rules of the game, and within your system you cannot go against them without courting madness. [...]