“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Your mind dreams in joyful pleasure at using itself, freed from the concerns of practical living. [...]

[...] People who are not writers or artists, or poets or musicians, often suddenly find themselves almost transformed for a brief period of time — suddenly struck by a poem or a song or a snatch of music, or by a sketch — that seems to come from nowhere, that seems to emerge outside of the context of usual thought patterns, and that brings with it an understanding, a joy, a compassion, or an artistic bent that seemingly did not exist a moment earlier. [...]

[...] It can be a joyful exercise of the body, the natural life being reinforced, and it can also provide feelings of timelessness, so that in that regard your love of timelessness can be combined with your love of the moment.

You can also help by reminding him that his safety does lie in spontaneity, and that joy will result from any complete and sudden release. [...]

[...] That is, she is happily and knowingly hallucinating early girlhood experiences for the sheer joy of the freedom involved. [...]

[...] It is easy to say that he has maligned his body, but the entire personality is body and mind and all, and the body itself has learned some comprehensions and joys also, having to do with sense appreciation, that some people never physically, now, experience. [...]

[...] Exuberant ideas of freedom, spontaneity and joy automatically collect others of their kind also. [...]

[...] To the contrary, they are generally far more intense and joyful than the reality you now know.

[...] The impetuous part of your nature can lead you to joy, and to spontaneous and intuitive understanding. [...]

[...] I am not directly concerned with the exuberance, vitality, creativity, joys, sorrows, or tragedies of life.

[...] They had to do with my religious upbringing, my joy and appreciation of my creative abilities, and my fear of using them at the same time, lest they lead me astray—or lead my followers astray. [...]

[...] And yet by work, I mean a joyful endeavor, a spontaneous endeavor. [...]

The joyful parable. [...]

[...] And consciousness, with a greater flexibility, would know more of its own sense of joy.

And in all cases, your main concentration should always be upon your daily accomplishments, joys, the domestic meal, the hour of dawn or twilight or whatever. [...]

[...] They are not concerned over joyful events, you see, and do not therefore as easily perceive these clairvoyantly.

John must tell her that she is free to leave, and that he joyfully gives her her freedom, so that even after death she does not feel that she must stay close to him. [...]

Your achievements, singly and together, have not brought you the joy they should, because you think indeed that your achievements should lie elsewhere—or that, in the face of the selves you think you should be, your realized selves are almost shoddy versions. [...]

In the Foster house you would find yourselves having to open the place up, and you would find triumphant joy when the windows worked. [...]

[...] And all of this energy in both of your cases unconsciously understood, is then at its best, joyfully bound together and projected into your works.