“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There are grass-roots organizations—cults, groups of every persuasion—growing up in your country as small groups of people together, once again, search for intellectual reasons to back up their innate emotional knowledge that life has meaning. [...]

(I’d planned to mow grass for a few minutes after the session—it was dusk by now—but I had to wait. [...]

(No sooner had we started than Bill Tolbert showed up to start mowing the grass and using his trimmer, which is even noisier than the mower, but Jane persevered after I shut doors and windows, depending on where Bill was working outside. [...]

[...] The consciousness of matter is present in any matter — a fetus, a rock, a blade of grass, a nail.

[...] A letter of interest to him that arrived yesterday or today, from a place with high grasses. [...]

[...] Why is grass soft, and rock hard? [...]

[...] You all have more than one secret and there will be plenty of time for the rest of them and then you can dance through the grasses and I will lead you with a merry flute, indeed; and then you will not need me to lead you with a merry flute, for you will hear your own music and be able to follow it. [...]

[...] When you travel as pioneers through your own reality, you create each blade of grass, each inch of land, each sunset and sunrise, each oasis, friendly cabin or enemy encounter as you go along.

[...] I’ve started mowing a little grass each day.)

The gods do lie sleeping in the grasses but their sleep is a very active sleep indeed, and their dreams have more vitality than you have ever imagined. [...]

In a way, however, Seth may do Jane and me something of an injustice when he remarks, for instance, that the Sumari “don’t hang around to cut the grass….” [...]

She began to refer to the eccentricities of consciousness in October 1974, following her first conscious experience with her “psychic library,” and a subsequent transcendental experience in which she suddenly began to see, with an astonishing clear vision, the great “model” of each portion of the world about her—each person, each building, each blade of grass, each bird, for example; our ordinary world suddenly appeared quite shabby by contrast. [...]

[...] Peace is truly joyful and exhilarating and it can be as good and better than any trip, so if you are going to trip, then trip through the good green grasses that grow in the sod. [...]

[...] I think of green, the color that is of grass on summer afternoons. [...]

[...] We learned what spices would do way before the present generation got hung up on grass, and we sniffed oregano on the high seas, and we got high on the high seas sniffing oregano. [...]

[...] They are present within the animals, and within a blade of grass.

[...] It was just this little inlet, with the rocky hills and not much grass. [...]

[...] He bought a power-driven lawn mower, and for years cut the grass without asking our landlord for any compensation.

[...] She played with it in the grass; with conflicting feelings I watched Mitzi, of whom I was very fond, block off each attempt of the terrified mouse to escape — until finally, having had her sport, she ate it….

[...] Wherever the car was, it was off the road and down a bank, with grass and brush or bushes. [...]