“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To remind the subconscious of its love for the natural world and walking alone or with Rob; being out in the elements. Ask it to revive those loves and desires.

[...] Basically the creative play exploration, writing, is the main core of my creativity—and I do that for the love of doing it. [...]

[...] If it would not be love, then I would not be here, and if it were not for love, you would not have the planet that you know. [...] But the innate love within you, that you are often too embarrassed to express, forms the planet that you know, the physical bodies that you inhabit, the seasons and the reality in which you presently have your existence. And love also forms a framework in which I have my existence. [...]

([Ron:] “In your reality do you feel love?”)

[...] Do you, yourself, feel love?”)

I do, indeed, and all consciousness of whatever extent feels love though it may not know the verbal designation for that is the basis of all existence. [...]

The body even lovingly seeks to follow its own nature, and is lovingly directed to do so. Ruburt’s eyes lovingly try to perfect themselves. [...]

The impetus toward creativity is a loving one, and the natural processes in both body and mind as lovingly directed.

[...] There is a force, if you prefer, that actively loves each individual, each consciousness, and actively works to help that consciousness attain the fulfillment inherent in its nature. [...]

The loving encounter of this evening was extremely beneficial, and I mentioned the value right after the last such episode. The combination of love and physical touch, and the inner intent, is highly important. Reread what I told you, it will save us time, regarding the way in which emotions are buried within the body, and at your loving touch given release.

[...] You helped him because he was aware of your love and concern. [...]

[...] Your love and concern would not have been so apparent, you would have become dejected as a result of his condition, he would have interpreted that as disapproval and rejection, and a good week’s time might have been spent under the same conditions, so you have improved.

[...] When he did not feel loved he would not eat—the two appetites, you see.

Actually the people involved are repressing not violent impulses but natural loving ones. They are afraid that expressions of love, or the need for dependence will only bring them scorn or punishment. Therefore, they hide those yearnings, and the destructive impulses actually serve to protect them from the expression of love that they have somehow learned to fear.

(4:24.) Value fulfillment of each and every element in life relies upon those spontaneous processes, and at their source is the basic affirmative love and acceptance of the self, the universe, and life’s conditions.

[...] The sense of responsibility of that kind stifles love, which must be free to form its own creativity in its own fashion. [...] It is what he loves to do. When he becomes overly concerned with ideas of responsibility to use his talent, then the love beneath them is smothered to some extent and denied its flow. [...]

At its very basis, regardless of all tales to the contrary, art is indeed love’s production. Ruburt writes because he loves to write—the activity of itself is intriguing, again, it is a method of discovery and accomplishment, of celebration. [...]

[...] In a way these are the result of two different kinds of value systems: art for its own sake, produced out of love, or texts produced primarily for the benefit and instruction of others. [...]

[...] I have been very careful in my use of the word love, because it is so bandied about and distorted—but all creativity, and any work of art, and any life, springs from love—a love that automatically brings all things into their own kinds of order. The artist paints because he loves to. His brain and fingers are able to produce a painting because they are themselves formed of love. [...]

I am not speaking of some cold, idealized love, but of infinite, intimate expressions of it that help compose any physical form. [...]

[...] You wanted to communicate love of our work, and instead you felt that you could only communicate resentment at what you felt had been done to it. [...]

[...] The apartment is very large, about 10 rooms, lovely dark woodwork. I am doubly angry at myself when I discover a lovely kitchen and bath between this apartment and our own, since we could have used these rooms ourselves, paying extra rent for them.

[...] Opening them, I find a lovely table-and-chair set of simulated wood, and I tell Rob that we can use them in our new kitchen.

[...] Then on the staircase, in a pile of neatly-stacked clothing I discover a lovely dark green jacket with fur collar and zipper that is mine, and I remember now that I put it away last year for the season and forgot it until now. [...]

such lovely wood.

[...] So have a lovely

[...] They shared a love of nature. They both hoarded the things they loved. [...]

[...] She loved her husband most deeply. She and he shared a quite mystical love of nature and of animals. [...]

[...] The mother indeed has no great love for the daughter. [...] To some extent it is directed toward Ruburt, but Ruburt does have protection, the protection of his own love of all living things.

[...] Ruburt’s love for you, his ability to love in general, is his protection. [...]

You cannot love your neighbor, in fact, until you love yourself, and if you believe that it is wrong to love yourself, then you are indeed unable to love anyone else.

[...] As children, some people love to work with words, some with images, some with objects. [...]

[...] If the ideal of loving your neighbor like yourself seems remote, you will at least absolutely refrain from killing your neighbor — and your neighbor is any other person on the face of the planet (louder).

[...] Some believe that suffering is a punishment sent by God for past or present sins, or even omissions, while other religious schools insist that suffering is sent by God as evidence of his particular love for the individual involved: “God must love you very much, because he sent you so much suffering.” [...]

[...] Their implications were that God loved Jane more than he loved them, and would reveal this in heaven. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Love-making is extremely important in that regard, for of itself it brings about an overall betterment in body and mind. [...]

Your love is large enough for each other to withstand any natural expression of aggression or resentment on either of your parts, as mentioned earlier. [...]

At the same time, he does indeed need the expressions of love on your part, as you need his. [...]

(8:03.) Your joint love for each other is highly important precisely because you do work in such solitary fashions, and because the bent of your minds does not lead to a natural give-and-take with an emotionally friendly group of nearby colleagues. [...]

You live through desire, and behind all desire there is love—love of being what you are, and love of being part of the fabric of existence that you know. [...]

Now: further illumination: when Ruburt asks you if you are tired five times in an hour, he means, “I love you. [...] But he does not express his love on such occasions—only his concern. [...]

[...] You also used the drawing and your talent to some degree as a method of exerting your own independence from her oftentimes smothering love. [...]

[...] Your love for each other is coming to new fruition, and that, sensed by each of you, will give you an even greater impetus, for Ruburt creatively and physically; and for you this will bring about real breakthroughs in your painting and in your writing.

[...] In my grief and shock I agreed, without understanding what a challenge that labor of love was to entail. [...]

With the loving help of others I made several attempts over the years to publish various portions of Jane’s work, but with little success, for a variety of reasons. [...]

[...] He’s known many places on earth, and many loves as man and as woman, but I’ll bet that even now his experiences are still new, and that he reinforces Jane’s living feelings for each one of us. [...]

[...] I love to hear from readers—even if it does take me forever to answer sometimes. [...]

[...] Think of selling them with love, and you must love the people you sell them to. I do not mean a false Pollyanna-type love, but you must feel that the paintings will bless them, and that you in turn accept the abundance in terms of money which will return to you.

[...] He sold the house on the one hand to make money, and on the other hand he sold it to do penance because in his own way he loved it. He talked of selling the land and tearing down the terrace as a projected act of self-mutilation, mutilating something that he loved, to do penance for his sins, in his light.

[...] He is filled with a great love that he can never fully express, and is gifted with an intuition that he cannot follow but cannot close out. [...]

AFFIRMATION, LOVE, ACCEPTANCE, AND DENIAL

Chapter Twenty-one: “Affirmation, Love, Acceptance, and Denial.” [...]

A man or woman who knows hate also understands the difference between that emotion and love. [...]

You still do not encourage, now, lovingly (underlined) Ruburt to discuss his fears. [...] Some could be easily dismissed if you lovingly said “These are harmless. [...]

[...] For whatever reasons, he never planned to marry a man who would go away to work each day, but saw you both involved in a jointly-shared comradeship of work and love. [...]

Regardless of the earlier overidealization he still thinks, you see, that you are unique among men, for true love allows one to perceive the sublime uniqueness of the beloved. [...]

Loving encouragement in getting rid of those would have taken care of the trip difficulties. [...]

[...] Any love encounter is truly unique and different from any other and this you must understand. A love encounter is a way of expressing your individuality. [...]

[...] When making love, simply become aware of what your body feels. [...]

Allow yourself feelings when you make love. [...]

The act of love did not seem as unique—it did not seem to belong to the two of you alone any more, but you must share it with others, and you resented it. [...]

[...] Obviously you have not entirely failed by any means, and you have always maintained an underground basis of loyalty and love; but you are each deeply disappointed with that relationship compared to what you know it can be.

[...] It is a testament to the strength of your love and mutual commitment that you did not run into far greater problems.

[...] In your relationship you inhibited the expression of joyful and loving emotions first. [...]

[...] You are afraid then not of the negative emotional release—which meant, to the degree mentioned, safety—but of the joyful loving emotions. [...]