“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Feelings and thoughts exist in the ground of the basic feeling-tone.

[...] The world as you know it therefore at any given time is pervaded by its own “ground feeling-tone” in quotes, which becomes the medium from which and in which other feelings and ideas emerge.

[...] He felt always on shifting ground, and could not get his footing—hence the rigidity.

[...] Then imagine that it is burned to the ground and the remaining rubble carted away and burned. [...]

[...] Proper suggestion before sleep can doubly work to your advantage then, for you are holding your ground in two worlds at once.

[...] The garden and grounds now about the personality’s present home, are replicas of gardens laid out by the same personality in the Spanish era. [...]

[...] The grounds surrounding the house are very elaborate, well and profusely decorated, and reaching for several hundred feet from the road in front to the back border of the property as it meets the Chemung River.

[...] she would almost certainly be injured as she fell to the ground amid the tangle of juniper shrubs growing below.

[...] With more than a little wry humor over what I considered to be a failure of belief on my part, I took action: Late in July I had a contractor, who is a friend of ours and well acquainted with Jane’s situation, install a heavy outside door in a bedroom wall, and construct the necessary step to the ground. [...]

[...] Your psychological experiments give you familiar ground there to walk upon, to travel on; grounds of reference and even of safety.

[...] I was dismayed to realize that some four and a half years had passed since that session had been held, and that we were still struggling with the same problems—indeed, that Jane had lost much ground physically in the interim. [...]

Now Ruburt does walk more around the house than he did, but he should extend this to your ground. [...]

[...] And that shit fertilizes the flowers and the ground, and is a part of it.

They are to a large degree, but not entirely, self-perpetuating, as if the seeds of an apple, instead of falling down to the ground, fell backward into some mysterious dimension within the core of the apple itself. [...]

[...] I tell you this so that later when developments occur, you may find that within our sessions, again, that the ground has been prepared.

[...] You should not, however, be on low ground. [...]

[...] The house at which you looked is good, again, because it is on high ground, and because it is above and near water, and is without seepage. [...]

[...] Again, high ground is beneficial, and a hilltop arrangement such as this, with its proximity to water, is quite unusual.

[...] All flower seeds do not fall on fertile ground and bring forth other flowers. The seeds that do not grow go [back] into the ground, forming the basis for other life. [...]

[...] Your landlord is extremely suggestible, and your own feelings fell on fertile ground, the ground of his misgivings.

A friend and I, with some others, staged the ceremony, and from opposite clouds in the sky Allah and I shouted out our claims upon his soul — while he, poor man, cowered on the ground between us. [...]

[...] It fell to the ground and set the land aflame. [...]

He wanted to keep both feet on the ground—not to fly away physically. [...]

[...] Each of you, in your own ways and on the grounds that you chose, were dealing intimately with challenges as you tried to decipher the unknown reality and bring it into physical manifestation as best you could.

(Note: Later that week, I had a similar dream, but the cloth was folded underneath my thighs, bearing me along in a sitting position about six feet above the ground. [...]

[...] Then I squeeze out all those things as I hold the sponge out a window; the afflictions soak into the ground where they’re transformed into positive energy and attributes.

[...] You have made ground there.

[...] It is pouring rain — darts of it hit the ground so hard that they ping and spatter back. [...]

Next I am standing on spacious, landscaped grounds with gravel paths neatly laid out, divided by trees and shrubs. [...]

[...] What I really think happened is this: I left my body, wandered in my dream body around the County House grounds, went inside, saw the pamphlet, and then made up that dream about it. [...]

Your ideas about imagining Ruburt at home, without worrying about how (underlined) he got there, are excellent, as these improvements continue to show themselves, they obviously set the ground for further improvements in a more accelerated fashion. [...]