“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

These are still impressions: two houses separated by grass. [...]

(“two houses separated by grass.” [...]

(“Were we correct about ‘two houses separated by grass?’”)

(This afternoon I mowed some grass out front as soon as it stopped raining, then typed last night’s session, almost finishing it. [...]

[...] Their ego and their subconscious and their superego and their id leads them no further than a worm that wiggles in the grass and is dead forever tomorrow, and even the worm has more reality than they are willing to assign to one human consciousness. [...]

And even, therefore, the worms dance in the grass and laugh at your psychologists’ theories, for even they know that they are more than the reality the psychologistswould grant to you. [...]

[...] A spread of sorts, as perhaps of a spread of grass.

(The drawing can be “a spread of sorts,” but we see no particular connection with grass, nor with “something spectacular.” [...]

(After tonight’s session Jane said she vaguely remembers a small plot of grass and vegetables, bordered by flowers, maintained by her grandfather in the backyard of her home in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] We agreed on the location of the Crimson King red maple in the back yard; Frank is to plant it tomorrow afternoon, and bring the young fellow with him to mow the grass, which is some six inches high. [...]

[...] To paraphrase: Using this sense, an observer standing on a typical street would feel the experience of being anything he chose within his field of notice: people, trees, insects, blades of grass. [...]

[...] If the weather is decent I’ll have to mow grass. [...]

[...] They may feel the grass or sidewalk or the road, but the peculiar individual sensate life of the grass itself, or of the ant, escapes the feet, which are involved in their own reality and concerned with these other things only in their relationship to feethood.

[...] Each blade of grass helps form the life of the earth. [...]

Of the grass and the meadow.

(To me:) You imagine a quiet home in the country—the dream in that regard in your mind, knowing full well you have no intentions of using “valuable time” to mow grass, fix pipes or tend to furnaces. [...]

[...] The flowers, daisies, are very vivid, the grass very green.

[...] Now tomorrow I should take the lawnmower in to get that put in shape, for the grass is turning green and soon will be growing. [...]

[...] You would also learn things about yourself, and you would recognize the strength of your own individuality and not feel as though you had to go running hunted through the grasses, all kinds of grasses. [...]

[...] You will not find secrets in the grasses, only weeds. [...]

“Or, I thought suddenly, it was like seeing a new corner of your own psyche, transformed into trees, grass, flowers, sky and fog…. [...]

[...] [Soon the grass, which is turning green, will need cutting, too.] I became quite concerned over the time element this afternoon when I saw that it was 2:45 before I could get back to the typewriter, when I’d quit work at 11:30 AM. [...]

[...] The blanket on grass.

[...] The blanket on grass.” [...]

That is why so many of them promote our work, buy books for others, and form their own kind of grass-roots organizations. [...]

[...] It’s the first time this year that the grass has all been cut at once. [...]

[...] We will take the simple example of the high grass. [...]