“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I can imagine a lovely scene where bodiless individuals, spiritual psychologists and I, sit in a dark room all dressed in gowns at another level of reality, and they ask me what is wrong with me and I say—I am obsessed. [...]

For of real love, you know very little; of real understanding, you know very little; but you will learn and you are learning and learning itself is discovery and joy. [...]

[...] He was always a pleasure-loving personality however and avoided anything unpleasant. [...]

(According to a relative of Miss Callahan’s that Jane saw this morning, March 6, yesterday Miss Callahan talked quite coherently of the “lovely walks” she had been taking lately with her two brothers, both of whom are dead. [...]

[...] He loved you deeply, and does, but he always felt he had to tread a slender line, so as to satisfy the various needs and beliefs that you both had to one extent or another, and those you felt society possessed.

[...] At times you expect from yourself a kind of accomplishment that the first kind of artist might produce, without any due regard for the fact that you are your own person, that you possessed a love of words as well, that you had excellent critical capacities. [...]

[...] Love of All That Is requires simply that you become open as air, for when you are open as air then the joy of All That Is flows through you indiscriminately, and there is nothing to repent. [...]

[...] I love the way wildlife abounds in the area of the hill house. [...]

Now this is indeed a loving endeavor! [...]

[...] I even loved you then, too, like I do now.”

[...] His mother let it be known that she had no use for him, and he thought if his mother could not love him, then certainly there must be something seriously wrong and unworthy about him.

[...] He is also in need of love and care, and he knew, in his own way, that a bargain could be worked out. [...]

[...] He loved you deeply and does, but he always felt he had to tread a slender line, so as to satisfy the various needs and beliefs that you both had to one extent or another, and those you felt society possessed. [...]

P.S.: In those old sessions filed away, there is also material in which I stressed the importance of making love. [...]

Then, however, perhaps with no warning, he may suddenly refuse to make love with his wife, become hostile with his children, stop off for a few drinks after work, before supper, or even begin seeing a prostitute, or begin an affair — often with a woman he considers beneath his own station.

[...] Make love more if the opportunity arises. [...]

[...] At certain levels (underlined), your brother Loren once compared your art to his love of trains—an enjoyable hobby, but not something to which a man devoted his life. [...]

[...] The book of love poetry is an excellent idea. [...]

[...] The body consciousness, for example, will react quite differently to, say, two slaps of exactly the same pressure—one an energetic love slap, and the other one delivered in ridicule or anger. [...]

[...] He was not capable of loving Zeh or anyone, later. [...]

(Long pause at 4:21.) Your own love for each other, accentuated by the Christmas season and your anniversary, also helped give impetus for those improvements. [...]

Many churches are primarily devoted to the repression of high spirits rather than their promotion, and a fear of an almighty God is generated, so that God becomes the bestower of punishment rather than the giver of love. [...]