“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The only hint I can give you for your benefit is one, again, that I have given you often before: try to imagine Ruburt’s complete recovery as a creative endeavor—a creative venture, in which all kinds of inner events occur even before, and way before, the completed picture shows itself.

[...] But to hide from himself the dire imagined sequence he must have an excuse.

[...] The smallest imaginable particle gives evidence of that basic unity of energy adopting form, materializing the camouflage pattern necessary for efficient manipulation within your universe, that is composed of diverse but interwoven fields of apparent, semi-apparent, or unapparent activities and correlations. [...]

[...] If such past memories are consciously recovered, as they have been, the closed mind of the academic psychologist will not see what he has, but will suppose the overworked imagination responsible. [...]

[...] You would end up, I imagine, tearing down a wall.

[...] Open your minds to such dreams, for when you do you do not close your imaginations. [...]

(“I feel that a whole mass of people would visualize a pyramid in their imagination,” Jane said, “then through their chanting, the use of certain vowels and pitches, they actually changed the air where that building was going to be. [...]

[...] You realize by now that this is a futile attempt, but it is also futile to try to reach yourself by imagining that yourself is somewhere else in another universe. [...]

There are systems of probability not connected with your own system at all, much more advanced than any you presently imagine, and in these, the truths of which I have been speaking are well known. [...]

(9:40.) Now for a moment let us imagine that physical events occur in the same fashion — that you choose those which flash upon the screen of your experience. [...]

[...] Man’s imagination made him a great maker of myths. [...]

([Gene]: “I don’t. But I don’t understand how the chasm over which Tim Leary is so blithely flying can be anything other than a figment of my imagination.”)

I want you to try and imagine a situation in which (long pause) there exists a psychological force that includes within its capabilities the ability to act simultaneously on the most microscopic and the most macroscopic levels; that can form within itself (long pause, eyes closed) a million separate inviolate unique identities, and that can still operate as a part of those identities, and as a larger unit that is their source—in which case it is a wave from which the particles emerge. [...]

[...] Sometimes, perhaps, when Ruburt is listening to music he likes on his radio, let him try to get the feeling of Framework 2 again, without trying too hard, and imagine himself dancing, anyway he likes. [...]

[...] He can imagine himself up ahead of you, as he thought of, surprising you with your breakfast already prepared. [...]

[...] Imagine it, the field, if you will, as a thin but sturdy thread that connects the pseudoimage with the original image. [...]

[...] (Very long pause.) The forest is the world of your imagination, surely, the imagination of your minds, and yet given force and power by the innate creativity that rises up from an inner world that represents much more truly the origins of man and beast. [...]

[...] I remember somehow equating all the silence about me with a forbidding white wall. And in parentheses: (I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.) I couldn’t die deaf (Jane said with a laugh at 11:45). I think I had imagined that everything would shut down gradually. [...]

(Long pause at 7:46.) If Ruburt once found himself imagining that he must be strong and perfect enough to help solve everyone else’s problems, now he found himself relatively helpless and “undefended”—that is, his physical condition put him in [such a situation]. [...]

It goes without saying that each newborn consciousness within your system carries within it the capsule comprehension of which I have previously spoken; and if you recall, each atom and molecule, each and every smallest particle that can by any stretch of the imagination be called physical matter, contains within it its own independent capsule comprehension—inherent suggestions in coded form, in not one but several codes, that give complete instructions for development and growth.

[...] You are looking at a person that exists now in your imagination. [...]