“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And when I say that they did this, they did it joyfully and with a great exuberance and yet, also, they felt this portion of their own consciousness leave them and escape from them and so, to some extent, they cried to see a portion of themselves forever leave and yet they did this that you might have existence and song. [...]

[...] I will shortly leave so that you can all go home but I have not said good evening yet. [...]

[...] Is it then any wonder that the outer ego leaves the inner data to the safekeeping of the inner ego? [...]

As always I hesitate to leave you. [...]

[...] One more note before I leave you. [...]

[...] Certainly our comprehensions have deepened as a result—yet in the face of that great promise, what was I doing barely able to leave my chair? [...]

[...] It was almost mechanical, I thought, as if some second-hand god kept reusing the same leaves each year, over and over again, and we were too childish to see beneath the subterfuge.

My fingers are leaves that rustle and drop.
Birds fly through the eyes of my skull.
Clouds float atop my spinning head
And stars burn the moons of my toes.

You know by now that emotions even change the physical cells, sweeping through them as wind through branches, and leaving imprints in many realities, leaving imprints within the reality of dreams, the physical reality, and in electrical reality, in terms of coded systems.

(I told Jane Margaret Bumbalo called me at 12:30, as I was getting ready to leave the house, and told me there were two does in her backyard—so I had to take a few minutes to watch them. They moved leisurely across Holley Road into our own driveway, nibbling at fallen sumac leaves and the bushes. [...]

[...] You have it in your mind that there is some dam or wall that you must encounter before you are free to leave your body, and such is not the case. [...]

[...] And with each portion of your thought and desire you can leave it as freely as a vagabond who can then find peace and joy and contentment in any corner of the universe and reform your body as well with joy and exaltation, and not fear it will disintegrate or disappear while you are gone. [...]

[...] I had no memory of actually leaving my body and moving into the bathroom.

[...] Then I had an idea: I would use the sound of my snoring as an impetus to send myself soaring off into other dimensions, leaving my body far behind me on the bed.

[...] There are more intertwinings here [including some art elements] than it’s necessary to describe; but studying just this one complex house connection, then seeing how it combines with some of the others we’ve become conscious of; leaves Jane and me more than a little bemused by this interlocking reality we’re creating.²

[...] I’ve deleted certain portions of his material about us while leaving other parts for presentation here, since they do extend his recent work for “Unknown” Reality.)

[...] In no case will we ever leave the basic material. [...]

As always I regret leaving you. [...]

[...] When it came time for me to leave, I started hunting around to find Billy. [...]

[...] The little sketch used as object shows but the top few leaves of the giant begonia. [...] The interesting thing here is that the larger leaves of the plant at the office are now beginning to show definite brownish tones. [...]

[...] The drawing shows that the leaves of the plant are climbing up a wooden stick. [...]

[...] As it happens, Bill had been a guest also earlier tonight, leaving just before the session.

[...] During psy-time, I had an odd physical-like sensation, as though I was ready to leave my body. [...]

[...] However, I did tell you so, not only concerning the book sale, but also concerning the fact that it would be advantageous for Ruburt to leave his gallery position. [...]

(Seth suggested Jane leave the gallery job in the 82nd session, August 27,1964, and she soon did so. [...]

[...] Father and myself and the whole family—I don’t believe Jane was in the dream—had all decided to leave physical reality together. [...]

This was not a dream, but the first clear recognition on your father’s part that he was ready to leave the physical plane entirely. [...]

[...] At one time the males might have been drafted into the army, and, secretly exultant, gone looking for the period before full adulthood — where decisions would be made for them, where they could mark time, and where those who were not fully committed to life could leave it with a sense of honor and dignity.

[...] They further erode the power of the individual, so that he is frightened to leave. [...]

[...] When you leave that framework of belief, such self-protecting defensive mechanisms are no longer necessary. [...]

[...] Perhaps any improvements she can achieve can come about better if we simply leave the whole business alone and quit focusing on it. [...]

(Long pause at 11:25.) Her feelings of independence are reincited, and will at last lead her to want to leave the family in general — not to cling to her “boys” (my two brothers and myself) — and they will also serve as an impetus to growth on her part not realized earlier.

[...] In one way the family’s treatment of her like a child is accepted, for it provides the thrust for independence in the same way that a child wants to grow up and leave the house. [...]

[...] But obviously, this leaving alone is often very difficult to achieve in that fashion. It may even be, I’ve often thought, that one cannot really leave the body alone, nor be meant to—for the physical body would be a portion of the reality each individual creates, and so is bound to be intimately involved with individual fears, desires, intents, successes, etc.)