“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There is simply a deep difference. Ruburt for example will enjoy and make use of whatever land he has, be it only the dirt in a window-sill plot. He does not have ambiguous feelings to supercharge his reactions in this particular area. To you this apartment house and its grounds are considered in terms of land, and dwelling. You think of the land you do not have. You have not been able to take advantage of the yard or the ground available as positive things of joy and refreshment, and have therefore been denied an extra advantage from this place, and the conditions that Ruburt has enjoyed.

He thinks of this place in terms of a dwelling rather than as land, but because his attitude is not charged and because he does love land, he is able to enjoy what land there is. Now he compares this place for example to his childhood home, as subconsciously you compare it to yours, whether you know it or not. He comes out far above in comparison. You do not, and this angers you.

To him other apartments, vacant, that you look at, represent automatically psychic probabilities that intrigue him simply because they exist. No land idea is connected. This does not mean he does not notice or dislike a given neighborhood. The lay of the land with you however immediately overwhelms other considerations, and if there is no land you do not even want to step foot upon the property. These are simply variations in reaction that you should both understand.

[...] In a brief time I seemed to be concerned about the landing of the astronauts Armstrong and Aldrin on the moon this afternoon.

(Actually my concern was over some kind of accident to Armstrong after he & Aldrin had left the lunar module or landing craft—this I believe is scheduled for 2:17 AM Monday, according to [this morning’s] Sunday paper.

(I seemed to briefly hover just above the two men after they had left the spindly ladder of the landing craft, & stepped onto the moon surface. [...]

[...] That is, though I am no banker, you should not at this time pay more than six thousand, even though a higher figure might make more land possible. The financial worry would, in the end, even cause you, and not Ruburt, to feel bitter at the land itself. You were used to getting a livelihood, and a good one, from the land.

It would not do in any case for you to purchase land that is closed in. [...] It is a very good idea for you to buy a house with land about it at this time. [...]

The psychic freedom and burst of energy that you will experience as a direct result of intimacy with land will be released regardless of the amount of land. [...]

(As stated on page 21, Barbara did take her own daughter, Lisa, to visit Story Book Land, the subject of the postcard sent to us by Barbara, and used as the object in the 69th experiment. [...]

[...] On the visit to Story Book Land with the two children, Barbara also visited the display for Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. [...]

[...] We did not know about the Ali Baba display at Story Book Land, and had no thought of linking up the “Vases” data with this. [...]

Can I enter that land is not the “proper” question to ask. The land is here, where you are, and it always has been. [...] (Over a one-minute pause.) It is impossible for you to operate without beliefs in your present mode of existence (another minute), “for beyond” those glittering packages of beliefs, however, there exists the vast reservoir of sensation itself, the land that does indeed exist “beyond beliefs.” [...]

[...] In religious terms you begin to glimpse a promised land—a “land” of psyche and reality that represents unimpeded nature (again all intently. [...]

(She said that she also had images that she didn’t describe during the session: “I saw the Jews marching across the desert like in the Bible, and Moses leading them to the Promised Land. [...]

[...] They are exploring the land of time. [...] In the land of time, time also grows more of itself. [...] The family tree exists at once — but that tree is only one tree that appears in the land of time. [...]

[...] Culture is as real and natural as trees and rocks, so see the various cultures of these three groups as natural environments of the different places or countries; and imagine, then, each group exploring the unique environment of the land into which they have journeyed. [...] Each expedition sends “letters” back home, commenting upon the behavior, customs, environment, and history of the land in which it finds itself.

[...] In a fashion (long pause) in this latest disaster, they took their land with them in their deaths. The land that is the environment, and the consciousness in your terms of the people, were part of each other in such a strong fashion that their energies merged (pause) to bring about the earthquake conditions. [...]

It is not just that the people related more to the land—though they did—but that they had a different kind of psychological extension, not only with nature, but in and with time itself. [...]

[...] They and the land seemed one, sharing the present seasons, the daily work—but more than that, their fathers and their forefathers and usually many past generations of given families came from the same area. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) The chute landed on top of him, never fully opened. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Where the plane fell was not as far out from land as it would seem.

(Pause.) The pilot intended to try and bail out over the land. [...]

The spirits of the two islands join for a journey to a third one, and there they discover a top-heavy land filled to the brim with strange birds and insects and animals that neither knew at home. [...]

The second island-spirit says, also to the third: “You are myself, only my excitement, my joy and beauty, are concentrated in the magic of my volcano, and you instead stand for the twittering excitement of diverse species — birds and animals and insects — that flow in far less grandiose fashion across the slopes of your uneasy land.”

[...] I will give up my volcano for a while, and try to make an honest evaluation, if you will in turn come to my land and promise to view it without prejudice. [...]

When you begin a physical journey, you feel yourself distinct from the land through which you travel. No matter how far you journey — on a motorcycle, in a car or plane, or on foot — (gesturing to me as Seth, Jane then changed the sentence) by bicycle or camel, or truck or vessel, still you are the wanderer, and the land or ocean or desert is the environment through which you roam. [...]

(9:15.) When in colonial times men and women traveled westward across the continent of North America, many of them took it on faith that the land did indeed continue beyond — for example — towering mountains. When you travel as pioneers through your own reality, you create each blade of grass, each inch of land, each sunset and sunrise, each oasis, friendly cabin or enemy encounter as you go along.

[...] The psyche, then, is not a known land. It is not simply an alien land, to which or through which you can travel. [...]

[...] Death by water in those days was an honor, death by land a disgrace. [...] He would not want to die by land. [...]

[...] Death by water in those days was an honor, death by land a disgrace. [...] He would not want to die by land. [...]

[...] It is of a display called Story Book Land at Woodbridge, VA, and shows Mother Goose. [...]

[...] The place referred to as Story Land.

[...] We believe the formal arrangement here refers to the layout of the display of Story Book Land at Woodbridge, VA. [...]

[...] No great idea would spread from civilization to civilization; no war would leap from land to land. [...]

[...] Some were quite extensive in terms of land, and yet each was largely isolated from the other. [...]

In your terms, early man felt his body to be a living, independent extension of the earth itself, and of the land. [...] Blood flowed through him with refreshing life, as water flowed through the rivers, refreshing the land. [...]

[...] He knew he needed rain and sun and food as the land did. He felt so at one with the land, he and his body, that “a conscious knowledge of it,” it in your terms not only would have inhibited his identification with nature, but his agility within it.

[...] You are not astonished to see that the land suddenly gives way to water. [...] The land may change to water, for example, but today must not change into yesterday in the same fashion, or into tomorrow in the beginning of today’s afternoon.

The inner lands have not been as well explored. [...] If you were from a foreign land and asked one person to give you a description of New York City, you might take his or her description for reality. [...]

[...] You are not traveling blind, therefore, and while any given journey may be new to you, you are not really a pioneer: The land has been mapped and there are few basic surprises.

[...] (Gesture right hand.) The land is like this, you see, not straight. The land curves and juts out again.

[...] They dreamed of more fertile lands, perhaps hundreds or even thousands of miles in the distance. [...]

[...] The ownership of land of itself provided not only built-in social status, but an entire built-in world of privileged beliefs. [...]

[...] Their belief in dreams, love of music and song, even a certain mystical feeling of connection with the land—these elements were allowed the Negroes only because they were not considered fully human. [...]

[...] Such dreams gave him the assurance that other lands existed outside of his own, and spurred him onward into those physical expeditions in which the species has always taken a particular delight.

Also in the same manner dreams were an aid in navigation, so that they served to let sailors know when land was near before it could be physically perceived—and there is no human activity to which dreams and group dreams have not contributed.

[...] People are natural mimics, as are some animals and birds, so when tribal members related their dreams, they did not just tell them but acted them out with great mobility, carefully mimicking whatever animals or people or elements of land they may have encountered.

It is no coincidence that Venice’s (McCullough’s) land borders on Sam’s—for she does not trust nature either. Their lands are adjacent. [...]

[...] The same house on low land would not suffice, you see. [...]

[...] You need an intimate give-and-take with the land. [...]