“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’ve read that mathematical prodigies are in love with their numbers, and rely upon their dependability in an often unsure world. Jane has a deep love for words. [...]

When you two make love in any manner, you are involved with a spontaneity and discipline, again, that literally cannot be consciously ascertained. [...]

The couple represented old fears; again, interpretations of your father’s beliefs, that young couples become trapped by the fires of desire, and could not escape; that the man could not hold himself apart, but would be devoured by the sentiments of love that would consume him. [...]

[...] He would meet honor, belief, respect, disbelief, anger, love—and some scorn. [...]

[...] But I also have your natures to think of—quite lovingly, by the way.

[...] “For a while I loved the idea of that place. [...]

(Then at 11:21, here presented verbatim:) Now a note: I do not want to get into family variations, but Sue Watkins picked up a variation of the Gramada family of consciousness (the Grunaargh) — quite legitimate, and at the time very good on her part.⁴ People love to make divisions. [...]

You both know again what love and hate are, but as I told you before try to think in new ways. Love and hate for example are action. [...]

[...] The very deep love that you have for each other, my dear friends, is in the overall a bisexual love, for you have known each other many times, and in different sex roles.

All That Is loves all that it has created, down to the least, for it realizes the dearness, and the uniqueness of each consciousness which had been wrest (spelled) from such a state and at such a price; and it is triumphant and joyful at each new development taken by each consciousness, for this is an added triumph against that first state, and an added security against that first state, and it revels and (takes) joy in the slightest creative act of each of its issue.

These connections between you therefore and All That Is can never be severed, and its awareness is indeed so delicate and focused that its attention is (underlined)directed with a prime creator’s love to each consciousness.

[...] I love you.)

Each creature is born proud of itself, and loving itself. [...]

[...] He was afraid of the cat, considering him wild and caged originally, as his mother had been in his interpretation, so he felt forced to help the cat (who did not have any love for him), as he felt before he had to help his mother—who would kill him if she had the chance.

[...] It is the result of your focusing of love for each other and of Ruburt’s changes in belief, so that he could take advantage of the body’s vast reservoirs to begin a much-needed process of rejuvenation. [...]

[...] Put very loosely, the dogma says that you must love God or he will destroy you. [...]

I was untouched ten years ago,
By love and even pain.
The world touched me or touched me not.
To me it was the same.

Old hates lie in wait for the infant
As he grows into a man,
Then they leap upon him
When he puts his father’s coat on.
When the father’s bones drop into the grave,
The lice flock up as the dark earth falls
To feed on a son’s guilt love.

You did not see yourselves as people of integrity coming together in love, but as insecure individuals hoping that love could find the answer to fears that you were not willing to face otherwise.

[...] (Pause at 9:32.) The children participate in their own dimensions of natural divinity to a large-enough extent that they feel themselves automatically supported within the presence of an ever-acting comprehensive trust and love. [...]

You made love when it was safe to do so. [...] You made sure you had a good reason not to make love when Ruburt spontaneously wanted to, and the same applied to him.

[...] After his first marriage he determined, with the help of your love, to find a suitable framework. [...]

[...] My name was not Clement [in answer to a question from a class member] although Clement is a lovely name.

I did not play the part of any towering personality of historical note, but became experienced in the homey and intimate details of daily life, the normal struggle for achievement, the need for love. [...]

Often I was given to the love of weight, and possessed it. [...]

[...] The counterparts are not so evident, and yet it is the counterparts that are important: 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, that must be learned, and a specialization in energy’s focus and feelings that emerges—elemental energy becoming conscious of itself and aware of issues that did not exist for it “earlier;” millions of molecules momentarily united with living consciousness, 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. [...]

[...] (Pause.) When Ruburt thinks of you in a loving manner as he prepares food, certain alterations are affected in the food so that it is actually brought to a greater states of relative perfection. [...]

The next chapter will deal with the emotional realities of love, and kinship between personalities; what happens to these during succeeding reincarnations (pause), for some fall by the wayside and some are retained.

[...] If she is destructive, he sees that this destruction is the other face of love never truly given. [...]

They, your parents, are done with each other, your mother being more honest than your father in this respect. (Long pause.) Her rage, you must understand, is the other face of life, vitality and love, and she will not give up her demands. [...]