“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] My sniffing goes back for centuries. [...]

(To group.) And all of you attend the classes of which you frequently remember your experiences, and I expect even more frequent memory on your part as time goes by. [...]

[...] It goes without saying that the hospitals and training centers are not physical in your terms. [...]

[...] Therefore it flies, goes through solid objects, and is moved directly by your will, taking you, say, from one location to another as you may think of these locations.

The point is that as something that comes and goes and passes, that brings into existence and destroys, has no such reality outside of your own system. [...]

It goes without saying that these are not haphazard developments, and that in pursuing literally infinities of probable actions, the prime identity has definite purposes in mind. [...]

[...] Your finances will completely astound you as time goes by, but they are the result of inner wealth, materialized.

(Goe No) Gone now.

[...] Ruburt goes ahead creatively, lately, grudgingly, but he goes.

[...] You are often working longer hours for the same reason, and enjoying it less, as the saying goes.

[...] The living portions of nature are the result of your own creativity, projections and fragments of your own energy; energy that comes to you from All That Is and goes outward from you, forming its own image manifestations as you form yours.

(Pause at 9:42.) Since you do not perceive the future and do not understand that life goes out in all directions, then it seems only logical to suppose that present forms must be based upon past ones. [...]

[...] This will automatically allow him to gain weight faster, for much of the energy taken in goes out through these worries.

Beneath these ideas is the fear of the mind itself, the belief that its abilities are fine and dependable up to a point — but if it goes too far then it is in trouble.

It will do good also if during the day occasionally he imagines the exercise as he goes about his chores, but he should not do this willfully, with an intent to command physical performance. [...]

[...] She said that whenever I ask questions about painting she “really goes out.” [...]

You are both apt to say that Ruburt goes to extremes, and several times I used the word myself, and Ruburt never forgot it—but I did not use it with the same implications that it carries for him. [...]

[...] A mountain-climber is not necessarily an extremist; an extremist goes from one kind of extreme behavior to another.

[...] Feel your own breath as it comes and goes. [...]

Imagine where your breath goes when it leaves your body, how it escapes through an open window perhaps and becomes a part of the space outside, where you would never recognize it — and when it has left you it is no longer a part of what you are, for you are already different. [...]

None of this goes on in any one level. [...]

It goes without saying however that the characteristics of any system or unit that I have given here must apply to the dream universe, and to your own universe. [...]

[...] He either goes overboard and overdoes, or does nothing in that respect, and I believe in other respects. [...]

[...] Within certain frameworks these pyramid gestalts do have an electrical reality, but their existence goes beyond not the range but the nature of electrical reality. [...]

[...] “Strange,” I mused to Jane, “that of all the nuclear power plants in the world, we end up living that close to the one that goes wrong….”

[...] A small shack by the water, with some red on it, by some rocks, where the Jesuit (Bill) goes underwater (snorkeling). [...]

[...] He wants to know where he stands, and he wants to fit a neat category, so that he can say to the world: “If you are a shoemaker, I am something as definite; or if you are a professor, I am a writer or an artist, or a —?” He wants his contemplation to pay off, and he is very anxious about where his money goes.

[...] And forgive a bit of gentle—gentle—sarcasm, but to your puritan American soul, art for its own sake, or contemplation, still somehow goes against the grain. [...]

[...] It goes on at some level between us, beneath consciousness—this thing of deciding what we’re going to do next.”)

The Seagull goes ahead for us, and in a way that you and Ruburt are not equipped to go. [...]

[...] All of this goes on before any event appears in physical terms, in the same way that much creative activity goes on hidden in your mind, behind each movement of your hand as you apply paint with a brush to a painting. [...]

[...] I paid the piper, as the saying goes. [...]