“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Kendall leaves main road and takes a country road that parallels Route 14 from Watkins Glen to Horseheads—he guns car. [...]

[...] I have been here since you entered the room and I shall be here until you leave it. [...]

[...] Seth spoke so quickly it was difficult to take notes.) I had better leave you, for you are indeed mad scribblers. [...]

(“The impression of something swirling about, as leaves in a wind.” Our interpretation here was that the swirling and leaves data referred to the mention of a garden in the poem used as object. [...]

The impression of something swirling about, as leaves in a wind. [...]

[...] Since it was a pleasant summer evening on July 1, we held the party out on the back lawn, leaving the cake upstairs in our apartment as a surprise for Bill. [...]

[...] As CU’s leave your system, time is broken down. [...] New CU’s enter and leave your system constantly, then. [...]

[...] The ghostly qualities in that event fit in with what I was trying to do in the painting: By leaving the thick gray and white underpainting of my “portrait” of “Jane” without color, I realized, I could express not only a probable interpretation of her, but the colorless qualities of the Saratoga experience itself. [...]

To start with, however, we will for a while lean on the old terminology, while hoping to gradually leave it behind. [...]

[...] A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...]

[...] At the same time I want her to realize that her body is perfectly capable of taking care of itself, of healing itself, if she will but leave it alone so that it is free to do so.

[...] Jane seemed to leave trance quickly, yet as it developed she did not really do so. [...]

[...] As before, she did not leave the trance state completely; she was very sleepy and quiet, but when the session resumed her manner was once again quite active and energetic, eyes open often, voice good, pace rather fast, etc. [...]

[...] Now I will leave you. [...]

[...] No God knows the word or the meaning of control, nor does he exert control as far as his abilities are concerned, for it would lead to dead alleys, and spirituality would go and leave him dried up as a fruit pit. [...]

You (to Amelia) may take your leave. [...]

[...] But when you leave your physical system, and when physical perception is no longer the rule—then you must learn new root assumptions. [...]

[...] But there are times when you must leave them behind and you may feel lonesome for awhile without them. [...]

[...] But when you leave your physical system and when physical perception is no longer the rule, then you must learn new root assumptions.

[...] As was mentioned earlier, they have their place in your lives and your development, but there are times when you must leave them behind, and you may feel lonesome for a while without them.

[...] I’d say that I could use my abilities far more fully even in those areas already being explored—Seth, the library, Sumari, etc., even if I wanted to leave other areas alone (seances, etc.). [...]

[...] I am going to leave further discussion of this sense until some later session, when after additional material you will be able to understand it more thoroughly. [...]

[...] I do not intend to leave material in a general, undifferentiated fashion, but will add details. [...]

[...] I do hate as always to leave you—

Since I am leaving you a bit earlier, perhaps I will drop around for a short time before our next session.

[...] of Dee Masters as director, a new director is trying out for the job; the situation is thus unsettled, and Jane is not in favor of some of her new duties and is thinking seriously of leaving the job. [...]

[...] It is true also, as he knows, that the Florida incident frightened him enough so that he will not leave a job unless he is almost forced into it.

[...] And here is a pretty point: Ruburt’s insistence upon the term gallery secretary left room for a certain independence and impersonality and leeway, that the term Mr. So-and-so’s secretary does not leave room for.

The form without the spirit will always leave Ruburt cold. [...]

[...] To plunge into this ocean you also leave the physical body at the shore. [...]

Jane, then, wrote those two poems 16 days before she dictated the last session for Seth’s The Nature of the Psyche on April 4, 1977; one month before she began dictating Mass Events on April 18, 1977; two years and two months before she began God of Jane on May 6, 1979; two years and six months before she began dictating the Preface for Dreams on September 25, 1979; two years and eight months before she came up with the idea for If We Live Again on November 15, 1979; three years and five months before she began dictating Seth’s material on the magical approach to reality in Dreams on August 6, 1980; four years before she began dictating Seth’s sinful-self material in that book on March 11, 1981; four years and three months before she began coming through with her own sinful-self information on June 17, 1981; and four years and five months before, on August 26, 1981, she wrote the poem in Note 6 for Session 936 of Dreams: “Something in me / ebbs and tides, / as if I let myself / for a while / be washed away / out to sea / while leaving / some spidery shell / upon the shore /….”

If there are angry winter roots / within my many seasons /
a wildness untempered / by reason’s ways— /
a force, weirder and / more elemental than /
autumns demented fervor / (raging yet glorious, orange and /
green leaves splintered, / falling everywhere) /
then, so there is.

And as autumns fierce / moods have their /
reasons—in nature’s / deeper sanity / so must…/
my undeviating / direction— /
Though my thoughts’ leaves singly / seem separate /
they ride in one elemental / force / carried weightless— /
Then with them let me / be so supported /
though my tumultuous journeys carry me, / like them, /
above stormy treetops. [...]

([Gert:] “Then a consciousness of a person may leave before death, but the soul would be the last thing that leaves the body?”)

[...] How is it that the sun keeps me alive and brings the green to my leaves and branches and makes me flower? [...]

[...] Yet they are individual, and have an amount of freedom as even leaves do. [...]

[...] As leaves bring vital nutrients to the tree trunk, so also do dream images bring nourishment to the personality.

As leaves drop from the tree, so finally do dream images depart from close connection with the personality. [...]

[...] At this point however, it will be to his advantage to leave matters as they are.

[...] I will leave him in it, and close this short but most fruitful session. [...]

[...] She took this to mean she was thinking of dying, and she didn’t want to do this, or leave the cats. [...]

[...] I told her that I’d be leaving early to go to the dentist. [...]