“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The span of a god’s love can perhaps equally hold within its vision the existences of all individuals at one time in an infinite loving glance that beholds each person, seeing each with all his or her peculiar characteristics and tendencies. Such a god’s glance would delight in each person’s difference from each other person. This would not be a blanket love, a soupy porridge of a glance in which individuality melted, but a love based on a full understanding of each individual. The emotion of love brings you closest to an understanding of the nature of All That Is. Love incites dedication, commitment. It specifies. You cannot, therefore, honestly insist that you love humanity and all people equally if you do not love one other person. If you do not love yourself, it is quite difficult to love another.

(Jane regarded the test results as very poor, at first glance. [...] Some of the information applied at first glance; other parts of it, I thought, were impressions attached to the test objects themselves, as in the 185th session.

I was glancing at one of several pages of notes that Rob had written. [...]

As I recognized the feeling of inspiration, I glanced idly toward the kitchen. [...]

[...] At 9:26 she asked me to turn off the TV set: I’d had it on to watch the World Series, without sound, glancing at it once in a while from my place at the card table. [...]

[...] I glanced out the window and saw the ground bare of snow, and thought that I wouldn’t have to shovel snow. [...]

Translated for you, the eye (spelled) is the symbol for this greater mind, for it sees through all systems, and looking outward sees infinities of itself dancing into its own eyes: the glances themselves vital creations and dimensions of consciousness.

[...] All of this, you see, is much trickier than appears at the hundredth or second hundredth or thousandth glance.

(When Seth’s earlier comments were being related back to Jane, someone remarked that Seth said to look at the Guyana incidents at a thousandth glance.

[...] At first glance it might be taken either for June or July, but from other records we keep we were able to verify to our satisfaction that Barbara mailed the card to us in July 1966.

This newer type of consciousness would automatically allow you to understand, at a glance so to speak, the inner workings of your own personalities.

[...] Now seldom do we go in or out of the driveway without glancing at the group of rocks I placed upon his grave.

(The second game of the World Series started at 8:30 — I think — tonight, although I hardly glanced at it on television as we made ready for the session; the set went off after the first [scoreless] inning anyhow. [...]

[...] “I’ll tell you,” Jane said as I congratulated her, “I just glanced at those dreams in your notebook. [...]

[...] My ideas had been triggered by an article I’d read yesterday in a recent Science Digest article, which I’ll file: At first glance, I’d told Jane later, the article seemed very good. [...]

[...] She became quiet as she sat waiting, and started glancing sideways from lowered eyes; she seemed to be alert for a certain subjective signal. [...]

[...] According to Seth’s suggested use of the point of power, and his late deleted material, one isn’t supposed to dwell on the past, but go forward from the present—two major blocks of material, I told Jane this evening, that at first glance seem to contradict each other. [...]

This is the same person who on the other hand used to put up barriers of bookcases at one end of the living room to protect himself from any neighbors or miscellaneous callers; who objected when Mr. Gottlieb dared to cross into his private working area and glance at a paper. [...]

They change glances. [...]

[...] She glances at our flippers. [...]

[...] I perceive instead at one glance seemingly whole segments of your time field. [...]

[...] In mine, you kept on with the “messages” and found — I glance at Seth, who is smiling — ‘they were from him and you went on to discover fantastic things about life.’

Jane and Rob glance at each other and laugh — a nasty, bitter laugh. [...]

[...] The object was presented flat or opened up in the envelope, so also visible at a glance would be more than five lines—eight to be exact exclusive of the name on the caricature. [...]

[...] I don’t remember if I happened to glance at the box today while lowering them. [...]