“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Consciousness left to itself is like April left to itself. [...]

Left alone, the self knows how to utilize such rhythms. [...]

[...] Probably that there is no such thing in nature as perfection, and that although we think we can conceive of such a quality, we really cannot—hence the way is left open for such messy manifestations as “life,” etc.)

(My brother Loren and his wife Betts, and brother Dick and wife Ida have just left, after a very pleasant visit. [...]

(After family left we sat at the card table, and to my surprise Jane told me to get the notebook. [...]

Consciousness left to itself is like April left to itself. [...]

[...] Even though the physical image as such had been left behind, the individuals were not able to change their focus of attention away from the physical system.

His personality could not be wholly committed to something that left his writing abilities outside, dangling, you see.

[...] This time she mentioned it to me but I left it up to her, as to whether she wanted a session. [...]

[...] However, I had an excellent experience which was reminiscent of mine on November 19, in which my left heel felt as though the bed had disappeared beneath it. [...]

[...] At one time I again had the feeling, also, of a “bridge” or connective of flesh, this time from my left heel to the inside of my right big toe. [...]

[...] The whole week had been a very busy one for Jane and me, and we were left somewhat short of sleep.

[...] It is true that in one sense you have never left this self. [...]

[...] Possibly a reference to the sweater left behind by Sarah Bernard, turning up after the Bernards had driven away. [...]

[...] Only let it stray in a particular direction — to the right or the left, whichever seems most natural to you. [...]

[...] If ever you grow concerned simply return to your home station, back to the left or right according to the direction you have chosen. [...]

[...] He left his home in San Francisco to travel to India to study with a guru. [...]

[...] He left with a few female companions who were also ostracized, and died finally of starvation. [...]

[...] I thought you left the church. [...]

[...] Jane left trance easily. As Seth left, Jane said, she got from him that the particular trance he was discussing tonight could, or would, be used in sessions; it would let Seth come through “stronger,” though Jane then questioned the use of this word, and said “immediate” might be a better one.

[...] I chose that life deliberately, as each of you choose each of yours, and I did so because my previous lives had left me too blasé. [...]

[...] Using the analogy of adulthood again, it is as if the child within you is a part of your own memory and experience, and yet in another way has left you, gone apart from you as if you are only one adult that the child “turned into.” [...]

[...] When he left it, however, he was without such a structure, and when he did discuss such matters with the priests, they often had more pragmatic sexual interests in mind.

[...] Now the storm was going full blast, but we left the house open to the wind, thunder, and lightning. [...]

[...] Emolene Frazer now left, but before she did she described her present home to us in some detail, since Jane and I have not seen it. [...]

(We did not know whether the session was over now, so resumed our places after Emolene left. [...]

[...] She said she’d been very blue as I left last night, but that the period had passed after a while and she’d felt fine. [...]

(The day was cooler — 39 — when I left for 330. [...]

[...] Ruburt simply identified with too-small a portion of himself, not realizing that left alone his abilities would draw from Framework 2 all that was required for their fulfillment—all of the impulses, desires, and circumstances. [...]

[...] You would do much better by being frank with him, for he becomes irritated and resentful when he feel you are upset, and is left to guess at the cause. [...]

(Making my feelings plain, I thought, without saying much actually, I left the garage and walked down to tell Jane, who by now had left the gallery and was waiting for me outside. [...]

[...] As a precaution I took the car to our regular gas station and left it for an oil change. [...]

[...] No one wanted the dog killed, but it was not coincidence that you yourself loosened the dog’s collar, or that your wife was the one who left the dog; for symbolically the two of you were connected here. [...]

[...] You would consider it beneath you, and unmanly to entertain, and consciously improbable, if you left your job and did not get another—could not get another, of comparable merit indeed. [...]

Supposing you left your job and simply could not find another, what would you do? [...]

You will continue to grow and develop, and you will become aware of other environments, even as you left your childhood home. [...]

[...] A certain leeway is always left for spontaneity and surprises, so that anything in your experience can be used as an example or as a point about which I can build a discussion that I had already intended in any case.