“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Out of the goodness of my invisible heart, I will let our friend Ruburt rest, but be assured that I am not some general mass of invisible protoplasm, you see. [...]

[...] Out of the goodness of its heart, all of its scientific procedures would be put at my disposal. [...]

“The scientist carries the burden of this alienation, and in his heart he must hope that his mission fails — for if it succeeds he will have effectively separated man from man’s nature in the world of beliefs, philosophically casting man adrift as meaningless psychological debris. [...]

[...] You would then encounter the heart of the camouflage area. [...]

[...] You could then expect to encounter next a more differentiated environment, that seems to become clearer as you progress toward the heart of another system.

[...] He sees hate in his own heart, what he calls hate, which is but fear, so he projects it into another man’s face and says the man hates him; and he may slay the man. [...]

Out of the goodness of my heart, Joseph, I will bring the session to a close.

It would also break your mother’s heart; for she does not understand this son at all. [...]

[...] It is the beginning of a logically unstructured vehicle that will carry you hopefully further into the inner heart of perception. [...]

[...] You will not be satisfied with hearts and flowers. [...]

(9:52.) Now when you freely communicate ideas that are threatening or frightening, or even strange, to some extent you are attacking the heart of the authoritative structure. [...]

[...] (Pause.) The other personality (smile), which is also myself, has a warm spot in its heart for me (stronger, forceful voice), though again, he would not put it in those terms. [...]

The other part, / dispassionate, / flows together /
with the waves / past world and rock / dispersed as mist, /
beyond impediments / uncaring / while my heart /
in the fragile shell / calls out, / “Come back /
dear counterpart. [...]

[...] / The spidery shell that /
holds my heart / is lifted at one edge /
as if by a sudden wind / and coiled / dry tendrils /
of nerves and muscles / unwind themselves. [...]

[...] / All around us /
the beach gathers the / precious images /
that leap up suddenly / in the dark, coming in with /
the tide that unites / the tides of the heart.

And if we are not all hearts and flowers, let it be said that hearts and flowers as a steady diet could become quite boring.

[...] Nor do I have heart trouble. [...]

[...] And with a traffic problem in the heart of a town, with a crystal connection.

[...] A joyful heart? [...]

[...] If Prentice were as conventional at heart as its legal department, it would not publish books at all, except perhaps for the textbooks.

The President at the time, and through all of his life before (pause), was at heart a stern, repressed idealist of a rather conventionally religious kind. [...]

[...] Other tests that I recall made it clear that my heart and liver and internal organs were in good shape—but Doctor Kardon had seen them newly threatened by the vasculitis, and I felt, “My God, what a merry-go-round of disastrous expectations must everywhere color the medical profession and its practitioners and patients.” [...]

[...] Instead, you see, yesterday on two occasions he picked up the fact of his father-in-law’s illness, the phlegm in the father-in-law’s lungs and eschewing heart difficulties. [...]