“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I buried him in the garden. [...]

[...] The environment has gone down; the garden apartment here that he once thought of no longer exists. [...]

[...] The bushes at the side however, and the garden area, largely compensated, and the secret quality the corner had.

[...] Seth ‘never promised us a rose garden,’ and we have our good days and our bad days as we encounter life’s daily challenges, joys, adventures, and misadventures. [...] If Seth didn’t give us a rose garden, he certainly did — and does — try to tell us where the weeds come from! [...]

[...] And there was a tremendous effort involved individually to get spring going—to get the buds out...that the good things that we do that we don’t realize...you know we think of war—and we see all the evil we do; and that the good things we do, we often don’t realize—and that we actually form the seasons—the spring, the other seasons; and that the earth itself, the physical earth, is like the Garden of Eden in our subconscious. [...]

I would strongly suggest a garden, in which both of you work. [...] With the surrounding woodland, I see that a garden and a quiet lawn place to the side of the house is very good. [...]

And you are back to your garden of consciousness again. [...]

[...] I told her about the four deer — three bucks and a doe — that I’d seen out back this morning, nibbling away in the so-called wildflower garden. [...]

[...] She also has a love of yards and gardens, and a love of beauty, so that Leonard’s wish met with fertile ground. [...]

[...] The entire idea, or fear, that Ruburt had at one time of leading other people down the garden path, was based upon those old beliefs. [...]

[...] Apart from that, the legend as picked up, so to speak, by Plato (see Appendix 14) was a precognition of the future probability, an image of an inner civilization of the mind actually projected outward into the future, where it would be used as a blueprint, dash — the lost grandeur, as, in other terms, Eden became the lost garden of paradise.

“Atlantis and the Garden of Eden are the same in that regard.

[...] Now let us look at the Garden of Eden. [...]

[...] Now let us look at the Garden of Eden. [...]

[...] Also, the same two children had been romping through Jane’s freshly spaded garden out back, which did not cheer her up. The garden site is about 25 feet from where Jane sat while I sketched her.

[...] The bogeyman in the garden vanishes at the sound of the supper bell. [...]

[...] You form this and then perceive the world, but your viewpoint is very small and the garden you perceive very intimate. [...]

[...] The next thing I knew I seemed to be in a lovely garden that I had planted myself in some undisclosed past. [...]

[...] I came to to find myself back in the garden I had seen earlier. [...]

[...] Because of culture and religion, an apple may remind many people of the Garden of Eden, or sin. [...]

[...] If you overstructure reality, however, then you will end up with a formal mental garden — whose precise display may be so rigidly structured that the natural aspect of the plants and the flowers is completely obscured. [...]

1. Garden City, N.Y., Doubleday & Company, Inc., 1971.

[...] Dancing, gardening, painting. [...]