“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Regardless of the circumstances, no one should judge such cases, for regardless of the way such a man might die, it would be because the thrust and intent and purpose of his life was no longer in physical reality.

(10:50.) If you think, however, that the self as you know it is the end or summation of yourself, then you also imagine your soul to be a limited entity bounded by its present ventures in one life alone, to be judged accordingly after death on the performance of a few paltry years.

[...] Many people, however, will find they have a natural knack for relationships with others, in which the known value cannot be easily judged, as it can, say, in the works of an artist or writer.

[...] It also stands for the separation of the self who perceives — and therefore judges and values — from the object which is perceived and evaluated. [...]

This kind of displacement can occur, but in practical terms, the terms by which you judge time, this is unusual. [...]

[...] It also involved the opening of many channels through which sheer vitality was made accessible and served as an impetus against which man could judge his progress.

[...] That is a kind of qualitative event that in its own way cannot be judged or ascertained, and it presents a certain kind of emotional evidence—a living knowledge—that is transmitted to others, and is in its way more valuable than any scientific treatise that might validate our work.

[...] You try to measure the dimension of dream experience by applying the rules of reality that are your usual criteria for judging events. [...]

[...] This inner identity is the blueprint however against which you judge, ultimately, your physical actions. [...]

[...] Seth’s reference to my parents stemmed from an insight I expressed earlier today—that is obvious once thought of: that often as a youth I deplored my parents’ constant arguing and disagreements, thus judging them, but never gave a thought to how they felt on a daily basis while living such lives. [...]

[...] The outer senses, observing the reflection, might try to judge the depth of the water by the height of the tree, supposing it to be as deep as the tree is high …”

[...] It is only at your present point of comprehension that you judge reality according to the number of people who perceive the same thing. [...]

[...] I said it’s easy to judge the past, whereas one should instead simply try to learn from it and understand it, and go on from there. [...]

My dear Joseph, one word only: I would not leave you with the impression that I am truly displeased, or that I judge you unjustly. [...]

I suppose we judge those we love most in a harsher manner, but I should have known better and for once you have my apology. [...]

[...] Using the same kind of reasoning, you are apt to judge the historic past of your species in very limited terms, and to overlook great dues in your history because they seem to make no sense.

(Long pause, eyes closed.) While you believe, for example, that technology as you understand it (underlined) alone means progress, and that progress necessarily requires overriding physical manipulation of the environment that must forever continue, you will judge past civilizations in that light. [...]

Organized religion has committed many important blunders, yet for centuries Christianity provided a context accepted by large portions of the known world, in which experience could be judged against very definite “rules” — experience once focused, chiselled, and yet allowed some rich expression as long as it stayed within the boundaries set by religious dogma.

(9:35.) Men’s dreams were also different in those times, filled far more with metaphysical images, for example, more alive with saints and demons — but overall one framework of belief existed, and all experience was judged in its light. [...]

(A note: While taking my usual walk on Crestwood Avenue at about 10 PM last night, I saw a herd of eight deer cross the street; they moved into a small patch of woods that I judged to be just below Stamps’ house on Pinnacle; if they continued on that course they might have ended up crossing Pinnacle right by our own house. [...]

These repressed feelings grew just beyond the reach of consciousness, and just below the reach of consciousness, but almost consciously he began to wonder, to judge his condition now with what it must be. [...]

[...] You have judged a time interval by the seeming changes in a given material object.

[...] For the perspective where you look is the same, and you have nothing to judge experience against. [...]

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