“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You early went into commercial work, where your love of painting could be sheltered beneath the Average Joe’s love of money. [...]

[...] Spiritually speaking, his “purpose” is to understand the qualities of love and creativity, to intellectually and psychically understand the sources of his being, and to lovingly create other dimensions of reality of which he is presently unaware. [...]

[...] That love of nature, and appreciation, quickened and utilized inner biological capacities, also possessed by plants and animals, so that man was more consciously aware of his part in nature. [...]

Again, have Ruburt remember his love of nature. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s experience with you in the bedroom was an excellent example of your enduring loving relationship, and represented your single and joint decisions to utilize your love and devotion to solve the difficulty. [...]

He must think of it as lovely, flexible, quick and responsive. [...] He must think of lovingly recreating it, of helping it. [...]

[...] Here we have creative love and intelligence operating this evening spontaneously and creatively in making contact with another. [...]

[...] My name was not Clement (to Theodore), though Clement is a lovely name. [...]

The spontaneous love-making is an improvement, and important, and Ruburt’s remarks to you today were pertinent in that regard. [...]

(Very long pause at 3:31.) Regardless of how unbelievable it might seem to some readers, it is true that even the most destructive events are based upon misinterpretations of reality, opposing beliefs, and the inability to receive or express love. [...]

[...] We exchanged words of love for each other.)

[...] Earlier, Seth and Gene had been discussing reality, and Gene had commented that existence was “kind of a lovely colossal joke.” [...]

“I would prefer to call it a loving endeavor.”

[...] “Think of the classical statue of Shiva standing on the crushed baby—a loving participation in the illusion of tragedy. [...]

“We must love them for they are ourselves.”

[...] Face up to it, my dear lovelies: Your senses lie. [...]

And now, dear loves, a fond good night.

I suppose we judge those we love most in a harsher manner, but I should have known better and for once you have my apology. [...]

[...] An individual can possess wealth and health, can enjoy satisfying relationships, and even fulfilling work, and yet live a life devoid of the kind of drama of which I speak — for unless you feel that life itself has meaning, then each life must necessarily seem meaningless, and all love and beauty end only in decay.

That inner psychological universe is a psychic gestalt, propelled, formed, sustained or driven by value fulfillment, love and desire, by the loving values that have no limit (intently). The universe does not give up on itself, or on any of its creatures. [...]

(This afternoon Jane and I outlined a “credo” for her that we hoped she could follow back to the productive endeavors she loves so much: writing, poetry, painting, the sessions, the mail, cooking, feeding our cats, Billy and Mitzi, and so forth. [...]

[...] Each day as I look at my lovely wife lying in her hospital bed after years of struggle, I feel the surge of those events—and I see them in Jane, and feel them in her!

[...] In Note 1 for Session 933, in Chapter 10 of Dreams, I speculated about nuclear energy being an earthly analog of the illimitable loving being of All That Is. [...]

[...] You were a lovely young woman.

[...] We are not going to give you all this in one loving spoonful.

[...] She’s progressed with the subject matter for it to the point where Seth could remark on November 21: “The book of love poetry is an excellent idea.” [...]

The universe is the natural extension of divine creativity and intent, lovingly formed from the inside out (underlined)—so there was consciousness before there was matter, and not the other way around.

There are some things I believe you understand about your lovely companion. [...]

Because of his love and loyalty he is deeply concerned about your work, and development. [...]

Tenderly tuck them into the basket of your loving endeavor.

[...] Your loving endeavors toward him have indeed helped, but until very recently you also fell into the same trap.

[...] Your loving attitude has been of great help, and of a creative nature.

Your own loving endeavors of late have been very helpful, again, however, and helped bring about this session this evening, with this material.

Your mother loved physical reality and took the greatest pleasure in its most minute aspects, for all of her complaints. Your father loved it but never trusted it. [...]

[...] His love was for machinery, the speed of motorcycles, mixing creativity with metal. [...]

[...] The self-discipline learned, the control, the compassion that finally is aroused, and the final and last lesson learned, the positive desire for creativity and love over destruction and hatred. [...]

[...] There are different kinds of creativity, then, to learn, and a specialization in energy is focus and feelings that emerge; elemental energy becoming conscious of itself, and aware of issues that did not exist for it earlier; millions of molecules momentarily united with the living consciousness (pause), filled with primal energy, now learning love, and forming highly sensitive psychic patterns, electrical charges that now form emotions instead of clouds; the innocent chaos of undifferentiated personality that exists behind the highly specified and truly sophisticated mechanism of one thought. [...]

[...] And there is no man that loves but that that love is not reflected outward and made physical. [...]