“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Pretend with me that, in your terms, we were in another circle and in another star in a past inconceivably distant so that your physical brain cannot imagine it and that together, being nonphysical, we had a great dream. We imagined a physical reality and we imagined this moment and this time and there is no end to this children’s tale. [...] And imagine also, therefore, that within yourselves now are other far more wise selves and that within your eyes are other eyes as old as mine and other selves quite as ancient and quite as new and that these selves, within yourselves, look out at me and wink and in winking know what they know. [...]

[...] They were, in a strange way, mathematicians and scientists, but in a way that had nothing to do with physical space or physical theories, and they imagined out of their great power, a dimension of reality in which there were trees and fields and physical beings with physical bodies; skies that were blue; water that fell down from the sky. [...]

I have another suggestion to make in the area of lovemaking—that you imagine yourself on occasion as your husband, and imagine what he must feel as he touches your body.

[...] Imagine, the interrelationship, for example, between his hand and the particular portion of your body that it is touching. [...]

[...] Therefore, I want you in your lovemaking to imagine that your body is like a field—be aware as stimuli come to this field—feel it waken. [...]

Instead, imagine yourself clearly receiving inspiration. [...] See them solved imaginatively in your mind. [...]

You only imagine that you stand rigid. [...]

[...] Feel the vitality that is within you show itself in those forms that are natural to it whether they be imaginative, intellectual or feeling reality. [...]

[...] When conceptual thought develops far enough, then it is imagined that all energy originates from what seems to be a closed system; and this misconception then colors all deductions made concerning the nature of energy itself.

[...] However, imagine a small room, a very small room, into which a light Ping-Pong ball has been flung with great force so that it bounces back and forth against the narrow walls. [...]

[...] Imagine now that our inhabitants have been hypnotized into believing that they are in a small closed room. [...]

For how do I know as I sit here that you are not the products of my imagination? I am indeed an imaginative gentleman, and have been for centuries. And how do I know that I do not simply want to teach and so imagine a roomful of pupils? [...]

[...] You imagine such “spirits” to be small people, endowed with your own kind of characteristics. [...] They are indeed connected with flora and fauna, but also with the animals and yourselves, and they are the “earth gods” that Ruburt imagined as a young person.

[...] I say this because you usually imagine that if something is good, there must be a countering force that is evil. [...]

Moving the imagination in that direction is highly important. It is indeed possible for you two to do this — that vital move of creative, imaginative motion.

[...] If you can, playfully, playfully together, imagine you and Ruburt chasing each other up and down the stairs, or dancing beautifully, or whatever comes into your mind, as long as it is not serious, and you do not expect instant results.

Now when Ruburt imaginatively saw the trailer, and so forth (on our Sunday drive last weekend) and experienced that mobility in imagination, your reaction was the same as the one used for my analogy above. [...]

[...] From the rich bed of creative imagination springs the physical facts that appear within your lives. Ruburt’s imaginative endeavor with the trailer for example represents the kind of activity that is far more productive than any attempt “to face” the terrible conditions that could result if the situation is not solved.

[...] The most seemingly impractical ideas, imaginatively considered, may be precisely the most practical in greater terms. [...]

(11:40.) Give us a moment … Other minute creatures might well mark portions of their lives with your coming and going, and imagine that your position at their birth regulated their activity. Imagine them making up charts correlating their lives with your own. [...]

[...] This allows you to imagine greater realms of identity while still holding your concepts of selfhood intact. [...]

[...] In greater terms — far greater terms than you imagine — you are aware of probable “births,” and your other parentages [that are] quite as legitimate as the personal history you now accept.

[...] I admit that I am stretching our ant tale here, but imagine further that our little fellow becomes familiar with everyone in, say, an apartment house, learning to recognize all of the footsteps that go up and down the stairs. [...]

(Long pause at 9:48, one of many.) It almost dissolves in the imagined light of super-expected performance. [...]

[...] The creative work was expected not only to be creative, imaginative, intuitive, to contain the highest elements of conceptual thought, but must also be capable of solving the most concrete physical problem, tuned with some magical tuning fork so that it could serve almost any purpose required of it. [...]

[...] The experiences he had, of better imagined walking, for example, are important indications of inner resolutions, and that the body is making progress. [...]

[...] Only now and then do you get on top of those thoughts and imaginings. [...] You imagine future distractions, yet when Ruburt projects his symptoms into the future, you see clearly his error—though he may not.

[...] They attract others until the present seems filled with them, while other imagined ones rush toward you from the future. [...]

[...] They are not used to dealing with imaginative concepts, or conceptual thought, or of applying the intelligence to the realm of the imagination. [...]

[...] In a way it reaches higher than the person, in that it expresses dimensions of imagination or inspiration that are heroic, and often by nature it speaks of capacities that cannot be fully expressed except through art.

[...] Then imagine the colors as appearing from within, not applied from without but shining through. [...]

Imagine the colors as waves of light, not as applied (with gestures) or added onto, but as growing out of, filling the preliminary sketch as blood fills the body.

[...] It is not an imaginary covenant, yet with the aid of the imagination you can approach what it is.

[...] It is much better if you can imagine this endeavor more in the light of children’s play, in fact, rather than think of it as a deadly serious adult pursuit.

In other words, we will try to instill a somewhat playful attitude, even toward the most severe problems, for the very idea of play encourages the use of the imagination and the creative abilities.

[...] So merged that you cannot see your way clearly out of the concept, nor easily imagine reality from any other viewpoint but the self-structure that you presently imagine yourself to be. [...]

[...] They are far more conscious than you can presently imagine.

[...] For the sake of analogy only now, imagine your present self at the center of a circle of endless spirals. [...]

Now I am speaking simply, for I am speaking of a circle as you understand it in three-dimensional terms, but there are more depths and dimensions to a circle than you can imagine when you picture, say, a globe; and so of course in this analogy identity has other dimensions that do not appear.

[...] (Jane drew in the air, eyes open.) Imagine a superstructure of a circle, put together like a pie, except that each segment is also in itself a globe, and that this structure is in itself an exterior one, the multidimensional equivalent of the pie’s crust or the apple’s skin.

Several times this week, Ruburt imagined the two of you on a trip to Florida, with a trailer by the ocean; both of you working, of course, but quite happily. [...]

[...] On several occasions he simply imagined the two of you in Florida, in the trailer as before, with no thought for how you got there.

[...] He was then free in his second imagining. [...]

Even Chestnut Beads, written so long ago, published in an obscure-enough—forgive me (humorously)—pulp magazine, reaches out into time, and affects a woman’s movement that then did not exist in your terms: Ruburt’s imaginative act in writing Chestnut Beads was that concentrated.

When I told you to imagine the wire structure penetrating everything that is, I meant that you should always imagine these wires being live, as I am indeed a live wire myself.

Joking aside, I will now ask you to imagine these wires as being composed of the solidified emotion of which I have just spoken. [...]

[...] She often dozed in her chair and talked to herself, indulging in various flights of imaginative activity. [...]

[...] Energy exercises and imaginings must become part of his day. [...]