“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When all of summer’s
splendid leafery is gone
then space seems to surround
us everywhere, far and close.
The immense vault of the universe
turns intimate,
reaches to our chimneytops
in shining swirls of sudden openness
just outside of our back doors.
Space from the galaxies
rushes in to fill the new emptiness
where a million million leaves were,
and the valleys hold
natural cupfuls of space,
filled to their transparent brims.

(These notes hardly do justice to the string of events that led to Carol and Fred meeting Miss Dineen—from the couple’s leaving Watkins Glen, motoring to Elmira, deciding upon how to find us, asking a policeman finally for directions to a book-store, going to the wrong bookstore—Rubin’s—just as Miss Dineen came out of the religious bookstore almost next door, Miss Dineen first directing them to 458 West Water, then remembering that we’d moved, etc. [...]

[...] I will leave your hours up to you. [...]

[...] To the right people were leaving the plains of sand, yet the plain itself was empty, filled only with the messages that were written there.

This is not nearly as troublesome basically as a distortion, though at times such blocking may leave you up in the air. [...]

(Pause.) These are the reasons also for the range or the limits of various epidemics — why they sweep through one area and leave another clear. [...]

[...] He is trying to leave.

[...] My bedside manner may leave much to be desired, and my potions and pills are not those that come in a doctor’s black bag.

Now I have the impression that the shadow-shapes are like a latticework of leaves, with the sky behind them. [...]

[...] You should imagine in your spare moments, even driving, that poisonous fluids are disappearing from your system and leaving it free. [...]

[...] I will enjoy listening to your social chatter, and will in any case have a few remarks before I leave you for the evening.

[...] And now my peachy friends I will leave you with this plum of excellent material, though as usual I dislike saying good-bye. [...]

[...] An offshoot probable self might leave your reality at age 13, say, but could intersect with you again at age 30 for a variety of reasons — where to you, you suddenly change a profession, or become aware of a talent you thought you had forgotten, and find yourself developing it with amazing ease.

[...] I remember quite well that I was most reluctant to move; the young boy didn’t want to leave his friends and the surroundings he loved. [...]

You will not leave it. [...]

But when you leave time one behind, or because you leave time one behind at death, this is no reason to imagine that time one exists separate and apart from basic time. [...]

[...] The leaves made noise in the wind.”)

[...] If these brain patterns were not changed on entering and leaving a system, theoretically at least, the consciousness could become trapped within any given system: acceleration or deacceleration, you see, but mentally.”

Ruburt thinks of taxes as money paid to society for leaving him alone. [...]

[...] What is difficult is the ability or facility to change focus from one area to another, always leaving the door open for a return to the usual necessary daily focus point, in order that effective balance be maintained and manipulation in the physical area remain fairly uninterrupted.

[...] In other periods he can work on his preface and his own to notes for the book, and leave himself open to new inspiration.