“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You fell in love, however, with a rather inferior warrior—a stray from the Iroquois tribe—and bore him four sons—one, incidentally, is your present son today. [...]

[...] And in that life you learned the meaning of love, and the false necessity of sacrifice. [...]

It is all right to be knuckleheaded when you are awake, but when you are dreaming, you should allow yourself more freedom—remember your love of color. [...]

[...] When you do this sort of thing, one for the other, your love is added, gives extra force; and the love between you is relatively uncluttered, and can be directed well in this fashion.

[...] You get a full concentration of healing energy in this way, and directed through love.

[...] There is a deep love between you. [...]

[...] Now he is very much in love with you, so it is difficult to get some of this data through. [...]

[...] It can be a joyful exercise of the body, the natural life being reinforced, and it can also provide feelings of timelessness, so that in that regard your love of timelessness can be combined with your love of the moment.

[...] And remember, they are the result of loving creative inspirations, again, the table and the chair, you follow me?—

[...] He loves the pursuit of truth for its own sake, and the pursuit of truth is basically a playful creative endeavor, in which children indulge all the time.

[...] You prized his independent nature so, and you are so temperamentally different in certain ways, that he was ashamed at asking for reassurance of your love—though he knew you loved him. [...]

[...] At the same time he possessed the natural urges to be loved and accepted by his fellow men.

[...] He is afraid that you will not love him if he does not take the traditional woman role, and that if he does not he has no right to expect such gallantry. [...]

Its restraint holds back other expressions of love on both of your parts, and of laughter. [...]

[...] Compare for a moment, if you can, your love of technique in a painting with the way you write. [...] There is greater economy in what you think of (underlined three times) as waste—a divine economy in which “all” waste is lovingly used and transformed.

[...] Your active love comes to the forefront.

[...] When you give pendulum directions however other portions of your psyche come through in a loving directing fashion, and the greater contact is made than you realize.

Loving encouragement will work. Because of the material given the other evening, and Ruburt’s own background, this is what happened in the past: he would manage to show some improvement as your attitude became more loving. [...]

[...] Earlier his own spontaneous nature, his desire for social intercourse, his simple love of fun, were strong enough to overcome the inner feelings that made him shy away from people. [...]

[...] The love of the sportsman for motion can instead be used to encourage him toward physical performance. [...] This natural love of good bodily performance however can indeed be used, and most effectively to your joint advantage once you realize its source.

[...] The love of sports and that identification always stayed with you; and because it is a strong element, you, with relative ease, now, dismissed the symptoms that you had before the sessions began. [...]

[...] Did Ruburt feel like making love during your working hours in earlier years, you actively discouraged him, and told him through actions and words that displays of innocent affection turned you on sexually, and disturbed you when you wanted to paint.

[...] You, with your history of athletic behavior, and your love of “perfect motion,” immediately contrast his activities with the time when he danced with the greatest of ease.

With many people having such difficulties, the addition of love in the environment may work far better than any heart operation. [...] In other words, “a love transplant” in the environment may work far better overall than a heart-transplant operation, or a bypass, or whatever; in such ways the heart is allowed to heal itself.

As to what I love, I find that question itself has many complications. I love the inquiring consciousness in whatever form it may appear. [...]

[...] A.J. replied on November 22, stating that before he could answer Jane’s questions he would like Seth’s answers to three questions: “When was the last time you grew up?”, “What do you love?”, and “When is the self born?”

Another thought here is the love of continuing creation, which is continually formed by, through, and because of inquiring consciousness. [...]

Everything that is, is a materialization of aware, individualized, inquiring consciousness; and to love this is a personal, almost all-encompassing discipline and devotion. [...]

If you shy away from dramatic public exhibitions of emotionalism under the best circumstances, then here you are faced with a situation in which you see it thrust upon you by someone you love, and in your eyes under the poorest of circumstances. [...]

Ruburt feels if you love him you will make the effort, but you retreat. [...]

“Dear lovely queen, surely this you must not do,

[...] For instance, I’d wondered, as I read her paper, how often does the newly deceased person’s meeting loved ones from other lifetimes “dilute” the love he or she had felt for the mate, say, who is left behind this time? How ironic, that the one still physical grieves for the departed loved one, while that newly dead individual is joyfully becoming aware of connections with other existences, other loves….

“He did initiate a small religious order in the 16th century, in France, and he was in love for many years with the man he met in his dream (five evenings ago)—a cleric. The love was not consummated, but it was passionate and enduring nonetheless on both of their parts.

[...] There was a road and other scenes from my past I wanted to paint too; a significant green bottle; people I dearly loved, and Rob might have been involved too. Lots I’ve completely forgotten about people who loved you in particular lives always in some way being supportive; that we’re caught up in time-to-time overlays Seth has referred to in his late book dictation; that rhythmic time overlays happened as various anniversaries or significant events from various lives overlapped, bringing them momentarily closer (like comets) when entries back and forth, and interchanges, are particularly easier.

During her early years Jane had naturally and deeply loved her mother, and tried in every way a child could to please her—yet she became ashamed at the treatment she was receiving from Marie, and for the most part kept it a secret while growing up; we’d been married for some years before I really began to understand the depth of her feelings on that score. [...]

[...] And there is no man who loves but that that love is reflected outward and made physical.”

“It then purposely gave them more and more detail, and yearned toward this diversity and grew to love that which was not yet separate from itself. [...]

[...] With love and longing It let go that portion of Itself, and they were free. [...]

[...] All That Is loves all that It has created down to the least, for It realizes the dearness and uniqueness of each consciousness which has been wrest from such a state and at such a price. [...]

[...] A mate from any given life, for example, may or may not represent someone with whom you have a deep abiding tie, and again you may marry someone because of highly ambiguous feelings from a past life, and choose a married relationship that is not based upon love, though love may emerge.

Some families come together in a particular life not because of great attraction or love in a past existence, but for the opposite reason. [...]

“Come see the lovely dragonfly.”

Dawn is breaking.
Why should I lie in bed
worrying about my body or the world?
Before time was recorded
dawn has followed dusk
and all the creatures of the earth
have been couched
in the loving context
of their times.

(Or when I love Rob so much and I’m afraid that I’m robbing him by knocking out qualities in me that he loved and that I can’t get them back or be lovely again [despite what I wrote above].

[...] Taken for granted also is a life relationship with another, and a determination to work out problems within that context; again, a loyalty and love that many have not yet attained. [...]

[...] His continuing love provides however the climate, the steady reassuring climate, the only climate in which you dare to taste that isolation. [...]

[...] That [commandment] is a much better road to follow, for example than: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself,” for many of you do not love yourselves to begin with, and can scarcely love your neighbor as well. The idea is that if you love your neighbor you will not treat him poorly, much less kill him — but the commandment: “Thou shalt not kill,” says you shall not kill your neighbor no matter how you feel about him. [...]

[...] As I have mentioned before, love is a powerful ally, particularly when it is not undermined by any preponderance of negative considerations. [...]

[...] I love you. [...]