“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In the living room we discuss this dream. [...]

[...] I was getting out of a car, with a man, and we were on our way toward a house in which a healer or physician lived. [...]

[...] The will to live is strengthened in your own environment more than it is in this (hospital) one, and can be revived to a remarkable degree. [...]

[...] The dictionary discussed the oversoul as the spirit infusing all living things, resulting in the perfect realization of an ideal nature. [...]

[...] It becomes highly pertinent, however, in many instances of your lives, and affects your daily being and experience. [...]

[...] Now I would like you again to be alert both with the people that you meet during your daily lives and to the people that you meet in the dream state. [...]

[...] You are far more lively, even our table moving Edgar over here, in the dream state than you recognize. [...]

[...] They want to live lone lives, and are content. [...]

(“Can Jane’s poems be likened to experiences or conclusions on her part of past events, lives, or dreams?”)

[...] She saw the future but she could only live in the past. [...]

[...] When you try to tie a great talent down to a practical end like “making a living,” then you are wasteful (forcefully).

[...] The idea of the spare, poor young artist or writer, living romantically in a garret or poor apartment, has served as a handy self-image for many in their early years, providing a sense of dignity that enabled such apprentices to make their way. [...]

Ruburt has the same kind of challenges, and each of you have helped the other in portions of your lives together. [...]

[...] It is a live and vital part of your being. [...]

A conflict as to sexual requirements developed, as various qualifications were held for the sexes in the countries in which he lived. [...]

[...] Ruburt, mainly, worked out the problem psychologically, actually living in the house in the psychological field. [...]

[...] This could not be done, since at this time the road is classed as private, and must be maintained by whoever lives on the property.)

[...] If you lived there and dwelled upon its imperfections, you could have ruined it for everyone.

[...] The evening was quite warm; we had a window open; the traffic noises rushed up to our second-floor living room. [...]

[...] While focused within that living scene you can learn to travel through it, leaving the “surface” picture intact and whole. [...]

(“I know there’s a universe between my chair here [in the living room] and the kitchen floor,” Jane said as she got up, “but I can walk it okay. [...]

[...] She let our cat, Willy, into the living room from the second apartment we rent across the hall. [...]

...You may leave in the record or not: temporarily at least there are several connotations in the private aspect of your lives. [...]

(Jane was blue and uncomfortable this morning: “What a way to live,” she said. [...]

[...] Then she added, “I know he’s going into at least two other things in this chapter, too: that at certain times people mostly died in their 30’s, say, at one period, and usually lived to be very old in another. [...]

(Somehow the conversation turned to the lives Jane and I had led in Denmark. [...]

[...] Seth has dealt with our Denmark lives in a few early sessions without going into much detail, and has occasionally referred to them in later sessions. In the second session, while still speaking to us through the personality of Frank Watts, Seth told us he had been a merchant who dealt in spices. [...]

[...] All of you did not have the same parents, for example, and these are portions of probable situations existing in your own parents’ separate lives, as you think of their lives.

[...] Lives on Miller Pond now.)

[...] The stranger lives on the island and he wears a ring. [...]

[...] You lived in a mud-type hut ... [...]

Now I want you to open your eyes and look about, to say those words that are on your lips, to unite with strong emotion and in most real and valid terms, in tears or in laughter, even in anger, in all those fresh, lively emotions that have their counterparts in many worlds. [...]

[...] And when they slayed other animals themselves and ate the heart, for example, it was not only to obtain the animals’ “stout hearts,” or fearlessness; but also the intent was to preserve those characteristics so that through men’s experiences each animal would continue to live to some extent.

[...] You could not live in your present world of time if your consciousness was as playful, curious, and creative as it was, for [then] time was also experienced far differently.

I am not simply saying that man does not live for bread alone. I am saying that if man does not find meaning in life he will not live, bread or no. [...]

In those terms, animals have values, and if the quality of their lives disintegrates beyond a certain point, the species dwindles. [...]

[...] Geographically he feels between his mother and yours, and has always been somewhat uneasy over living in this state. [...]

The weight is also related to his grandfather, and an identification with the grandfather, who was very thin, and who left Ruburt’s mother, living alone. [...]

[...] This includes some new yellow curtains for the living room and Jane’s office, etc.)