“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Concentration should be upon his love of work, and enjoyment and simple pleasures. [...]

[...] Some of those same individuals may be convinced that love is wrong, however, or that sex is debasing, or that children mean the end of youth. [...]

[...] Forget what you have heard, again, about what the body can and cannot do, or what must happen before such and such a performance appears, for the body itself exults in creative unpredictability, and given the chance loves to perform.

[...] She talked about how she’d loved life, and the great times we’d had before she got sick, and even after that for a long while. [...]

[...] First, however, you must begin to love sound. [...]

[...] I said I was glad that candles were “in,” because I loved to light them, and the few times I did so, at birthday parties or Christmas, Jim always got upset, mentioning the fire hazard—even when we had guests for dinner.)

(Sumari came through with a lovely song.

(Pause.) A loving technology, again, would always add to the qualitative and spiritual deepening of experience. [...]

[...] Doubtlessly such self monitoring is an example of the “loving technology” that Seth mentioned in his final delivery for the last Session; yet we now understand that the early claims for biofeedback were considerably exaggerated. [...]

[...] Subconsciously, Seth said, Jane was aware that the death of her grandfather, whom she had loved, was early next month, March. [...]

[...] I love you.)

[...] I love you.)

If a dark angry mongrel follows you down the street and you know it and you say to yourself, “It is a fine day and I am alone and there is no dog behind me,” and it yaps at your feet and you say, “It is a lovely day and no dog yaps at my feet,” and it growls at your ankles and you run as fast as you can saying all the time, “Nothing chases me,” and you dare not look back; then in your mind the dog springs from a dog to a tiger, to an unnamable terror. [...]

[...] Even then she had loved nature.

He fears that he will be loved when he gives support, but not loved when he must rely, or ask it, from another person. [...]

He went like a squirrel, trying to satisfy his love of environment, changing this place about in a fury of frustration, and finally gave it up. [...]

[...] You both feel hampered in love-making. [...]

We do feel an equivalent of what you call emotions, though these are not the love or hate or anger that you know. [...]

(Long pause.) Ruburt had a dream with excellent connotations, in which he looked through a beautiful old house of lovely carved wood and spacious rooms, and decided to move into the house, even though it was in an area that had previously nearly been condemned — signifying that he was indeed rising from beliefs that he condemned into a larger, spacious area of expression.

[...] He loves you so deeply that he never wants to admit that you are hurt, bitter or sad. [...]

Illness as a Way of Focus — an Organizer of Experience Conversion, love, etc., as alternate organizers.

[...] Man’s consciousness mixed and merged with other kinds of consciousness with the great curiosity of love. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Reassure him of your love again. [...]

[...] “I love you.” [...]

Please do lovingly remind him (Jane sneezed) to trust his body and its processes. [...]