“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They leave you relatively untouched. [...]

[...] But at this stage he simply should leave the grading and so forth to you. [...]

[...] I should end the session here, and leave you with that one, but I will explain what I mean.

[...] In fact, she did not leave it completely during break. [...]

[...] They had no power to leave the place where they were born unless you gave it to them. [...]

I am not saying you should always go dancing, but this is an excellent relaxation for you both, and leaving the house or visiting at someone else’s home is also good for you both. [...]

I will not leave you, but I will now end the session, and will follow you in your wanderings. [...]

[...] I watch it but I leave it alone. [...]

(10:02.) The thoughts of the Florida trip offered no present contradictions because he knew he was not leaving for any trip tomorrow. [...]

[...] He wanted to leave his wife (who is 49) and yet could not bring himself to do so. [...]

(After the session Jane told me that in here she began to feel the familiar surge of great energy again—that no matter how fast she spoke she couldn’t keep up with the words forming and leaving her. [...]

This does not mean that we do not sometimes leave our bodies and travel in our dream or astral bodies to other physical locations. [...]

[...] When I got to this point that morning, I felt myself leave my body, knowing all the while that it was safe and comfortable in bed, with the door locked.

[...] And it was to prevent his being given such a title that I suggested that he leave the gallery. [...]

[...] The topmost layers of the subconscious hold then, first of all, almost conscious just-under-the-surface needs and desires; and under these those more deeply buried, reaching backward to birth, even as the loose dry autumn leaves still contain traces of earlier pigment.

[...] In terms of mental, philosophic, esthetic, and artistic terms, however, you each decided to go ahead even if it meant leaving your times behind.

[...] Until you learn, and you are learning, to replenish your psychic energies, such experiences as the one you had this evening will leave you with a certain weariness. [...]

In lungs of leaves,

[...] Man’s desire to journey into other worlds is in its way as natural as the plant’s urge to turn its leaves toward the sun.

[...] But in the vast range of your emotions, leave room for loves that are very distant, so distant and so alien that you do not recognize them. [...]

While I sleep and lie stretched out,
Eyelids closed and pupils dark,
Who walks wide-eyed downstairs
Through the door in the cold night air,
And travels where I have never been?
Who leaves clear memories in my head
Of people I have never met?
Who takes these trips while I
Never lift one inch from bed?
Who dreams?