“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is safe to express itself, it is safe to move, and it was produced by All That Is out of the great energy of universal love. [...]

[...] Marian loves children deeply. [...]

[...] I love you, Jane.)

[...] A soothing loving voice will get through under those conditions.

[...] Although it might be difficult for us to understand, let alone accept, the whole self or entity must regard all of its counterparts as sublime facets of itself — no matter whether they loved, suffered,⁵ hated, or killed each other or “outsiders.” [...]

(The entire poem, Dear Love, which Jane wrote for me in December 1973, can be found in Note 3 for the 713th session. [...]

Dear love,

[...] My parents need love as a child needs love, unquestioningly, and this I cannot give at the moment. [...] My parents visited my brother Loren for four days during the week of August 29 to September 3. Seth said this was more than an ordinary visit as far as the folks are concerned, in that they were looking for the type of love described above from Loren and his wife also. [...]

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

[...] Darwin loved nature in all of its aspects, yet he could not reconcile its beauties and splendors with the course of its events. [...]

In those terms, what value is there in any love of contemplation for its own sake? [...]

Form your new reality with as much trust and love and confidence, creativity and joy, as you do a painting, or Ruburt a poem. [...]

[...] Because of your love of him, and his receptivity to you, you can be of great benefit; and touch on your part is far more important than either of you realize.

[...] On the other hand of course Ruburt also expected you to come up with and initiate the noncontact behavior when he felt that your relationship was getting too close for comfort, that his physical love for you might lead him some time to neglect consciously or unconsciously proper contraceptive behavior.

[...] He felt also then that you would give or withhold physical love according to his performance on the tests. [...]

[...] Love and kinship were secondary to what indeed amounted to baptism and communion through violence and blood.

[...] Not that Christianity was not mixed with violence, or that Mohammedanism was devoid of love. [...]

(Early in the morning, Jane said, she had successfully managed to imagine herself back at 458 West Water Street, cleaning the place, washing the windows inside and out, very agilely climbing about—doing all of those things she’d loved to do, even to hosing down the house from the outside. [...]

[...] Jane loved it, but almost broke down crying as I came in at noon. [...]

[...] And I made Ruburt one lovely wife—so there, my lovelies.

I am now in contact with your parent’s entity and he tells me that subconsciously even his present personality, that is your father, appreciates this fact and loves you deeply. [...]

[...] The result of this activity is that I find myself focusing on a few things I think really important: Writing, painting, my love for Jane, the sessions, the house, the cats, etc. [...]

Love, even the transitory, which is image of permanent.

[...] On the other hand, some upper-middle-class families stress competition to such a degree that it seems to the children that they are only valued for their achievements, rather than being loved for simply being the people they are.

[...] In this one you provided yourself with a background that included sports and the love of the body, knowing it would sustain you.

Also she loves Philip, and would not consciously want to dominate him if she could. [...]

[...] Their commitment was for life, I thought, and so was bound to be different than most other people’s. I wondered how often they went through roughly the same procedures with the dead, and speculated about how their sincerity and love must have stood them in good stead at such often-repeated times. [...]