“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The next year the new flowers will see a slightly different landscape, yet the overall patterns will be the same. [...] If you looked at that same landscape one summer and then the next, you might say: “Ah, the violets always grow there, and it is good to see the lilies of the valley in the shadow of the same rock.” [...]

[...] If it is to some extent affected by those conditions, then, it is because the effects follow in the same way that a painter is affected by the landscape that he has himself created. [...]

About hidden landscapes, suns and shadows,

The landscape of the psyche is indeed revealed, bringing good data to the psychiatrist. [...]

Beneath this a definite, though distorted, landscape of the psyche can be glimpsed in symbols. [...]

(Last evening had also been very warm, and Jane had slept poorly: She kept waking up with data about dream landscapes being “right there” before her, and wondered if she could travel among them “like crossing fences from one backyard to the next.” At the same time she knew that all of these localities were part of a mass dream landscape. [...]

[...] Or a landscape that screams out as the voice did.

[...] Even landscapes, elemental but fragile, built up from the ebb and flowing voice of traffic as it passes by your door. [...]

Part of the landscape was blacked out. [...]

One woman, another follower, for Ruburt is the leader of this group, pushes a landscape of yours across the floor ahead of her—preserving, you see, your art as well as Ruburt’s. Finally one of the women objects strenuously and decides to stand up and show herself. [...]

You had one brief experience before this one but did not remember, where you walked along the banks of a misty river landscape. [...]

Illuminating the centuries and the landscapes of your thought, revelations have indeed appeared and appear now. [...]

When you want to be a landscape painter, at least you know what a landscape is. [...]

[...] From the landscape of the brain you are trying to look at the landscape of the mind.

Indeed, there is no more exciting adventure, and it will bring about more surprises and discoveries than any expedition to alien landscapes. [...]

[...] This inner knowledge attempts to find a place for itself within the physical landscape, to translate itself into physical terms. [...]

[...] Had been working on such a landscape today.

[...] From high up in the air I found myself looking down upon a white snow-covered landscape with white mountains and flat white expanses, and a vivid blue sky. [...]

[...] She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the dreary flat landscape. [...]

[...] As I stated before, that part of the world was filled with would-be messiahs, self-proclaimed prophets, and so forth, and in those terms it was only a matter of time before man’s great spiritual and psychic desires illuminated and filled up that psychological landscape, filling the prepared psychological patterns with a new urgency and intent. [...]

[...] To deny this is to try to force consciousness into some rigid form from which it cannot ever be freed, to apply rules to it that make a very neat psychological landscape.

[...] The landscape, I believe; or makeup of the land. [...]

[...] Springtime again — the release of energy, the flowering of a landscape that, by all appearances, had been dead and nearly lifeless only weeks before. [...]

A few days after the last session, I sat in my small office at the art gallery, looking out at the landscaped yard. [...]

[...] The deepest, most basic and abiding subjective experience is translated, however, into those natural elements: the ample landscape that sustains physical life. [...]