“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Roger, let us call him, is an idealist at heart, but he believes that the individual has little power in the world, and so he did not pursue his personal idealism in the events of his own life. “Everyone is a slave to the system.” [...]

“But tonight I had the feeling after the session that it’s a real full one—that I really got to the heart of something,” Jane added. [...]

[...] Sally was in the hospital, after a bad attack during which her heart had stopped for a short time. [...]

“You then move out into a larger and different kind of room, and here the furniture may be arranged in any fashion, arranged and rearranged to your heart’s content. [...]

I believed in the soul’s survival first of all, and inspired the “creative self” to step out as freely as possible even while in my heart I [also] believed in the existence of sin and devil. I felt upon my heart the heavy unkind mark of Cain, sensing that humanity carries (unfairly) the almost indelible strain—the tragic flaw—[of] being tinged by sin and ancient iniquities. [...]

[...] He was also quite content to remain a child at heart. [...]

You would wear a constant smile, and your blooming cheeks would often deny the heart’s hard-earned knowledge.

(To Sue.) You and this friend of yours over here, I am going to take the two of you together in the dream state and take you on some journeys that will make your head spin and your hearts sing, and I want Ruburt to see these written down, too. [...]

[...] You help often, and have always done so, but he felt that because of the male-female relationship any help you gave was something he should be thankful for, that you were doing it out of the extra goodness of your heart—that he should not have to be grateful.

Nevertheless, I will close the session early, as it is certainly an excellent one; and we have finally begun to get near, but hardly into, the heart of the matter—that’s a pun. [...]

“Men and women have joyfully honored the evening and the dawn and listened to the heart pulse within them with a blessing and a joy, who have not had one hundredth of your blessings or one-third the reason to look forward to another day, and they have fulfilled themselves and brought joy to others. [...]

“Now, I have made my friend Ruburt sit fairly quietly for some time, so out of the goodness of my heart I will now end our session; though I may indeed drop in a word now and then.”

[...] This is perhaps the strongest point of my message to you this evening, the one I would have you take to heart. [...]

[...] I could never open my heart to my father. [...]

[...] In Elmira the Art Shop is located on West Water Street, which parallels the Chemung River through the heart of the city. [...]

[...] It is a trite statement, perhaps, but the ruler’s measurements have absolutely nothing to do with the measurements made by the heart, and they can never be used to express the incalculable measurements that are made automatically by the smallest cell.

[...] But surely there is a point where feelings themselves are meanings; where the heart’s evidence recognizes intuitively what the intellect must question. [...]

In the more important ways you have left those frameworks, and your hearts were never in them. [...]

[...] For I consider that argument, that unresolved conflict, to be at the heart of her difficulties. [...]

(To Natalie Swing.) And when friends appear by your bedside you greet them heartily, and you realize that they have known you in the past and that they have your concern and development at heart. [...]

It was known, however — and unconsciously written in the cells and mind and heart — that this procedure would only go so far. [...]

Men and women have joyfully honored and loved the evening and the dawn, and listened to the heart-pulse within them, with a blessing and a joy who have not had one-hundredth of your blessings or one third the reason to look forward to another day, and they have fulfilled themselves and brought joy to others. [...]

[...] Through Seth she expressed the heart of her mystical knowledge: