“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It is easy perhaps at times to have regrets, to wish that curiosity, the love of learning, the desire for knowledge, and yearning to help your fellow men (was Seth a bit amused here?) had not gone quite so far, and to imagine that had it not Ruburt would be in excellent physical condition, and no one would miss the work that then would not exist.

[...] Within consciousness all things are incipient, and all creations are lovingly nurtured. [...]

[...] He has begun Seven, and so it must be finished (underlined), because, while he loves the book, he has begun to think of it as “work.” [...]

[...] Seth spoke to Pat about such questions as love and marriage, feeling alone, etc. [...]

[...] Some individuals are more intrigued by detail than others: A particular “previous personality” may be one who had a great love of detail, in which case you would discover the richness of it. [...]

[...] Existence is wise and compassionate, so in certain terms consciousness, knowing itself as man, sent future extensions of itself out into the time scheme that man would know, and lovingly planted signposts for itself to follow “later.”

[...] Your mother basically did not share (smile) your father’s love of the out-of-doors, and you played both ends against the middle. [...]

[...] Later note by Rob: Poem is a valentine of sorts; love poem.

[...] I am outside, returning momentarily to a dimension that I know and loved. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

(9:34.) Instead, your natural creativity and your natural energies would some time ago have led you naturally (underlined) to a more productive use of nuclear force, to ways of rendering such use harmless in the short and long run, so that it could take its place in a loving technology. [...]

[...] And yet I will tell you, that as a frivolous female who loved to play with a ball in the bright afternoon and had no chores to perform, seemingly an idle life and seemingly a quite useless personality .... [...]

[...] He is quite open often, say, to making love, as you know now, but earlier you colored your reaction to him often through the pessimistic cast that both of you had allowed to slip over your perceptions.

[...] You do need a faith in the existence of that reality, however, therefore I suggest that your program once again includes your helping Ruburt change his working space, and that this time you both try it with a kind of loving play, if that is possible. [...]

[...] And yet I will tell you, that as a frivolous female who loved to play with a ball in the bright afternoon and had no chores to perform, seemingly an idle life and seemingly a quite useless personality—I was not burdened with intellect—and yet in that one particular life I learned more about the nature of spontaneity and joy than in many of my ponderous intellectual existences. [...]

[...] I do not mean that they love or hate, in your terms, but that they are aware of their own separateness, and aware of the ways in which that separateness cooperates to form other organizations.

[...] (Jane has been told that everyone at Prentice-Hall, her publishing house, “just loves” Emir.) A couple of weeks ago Sue Watkins delivered the last two chapters of the manuscript for Psyche that she’s been typing for us; we still have to check that book and finish the notes for it. [...]

[...] He had a tendency on the one hand to idealize them for their love of nature, and on the other hand he somewhat scorned their lack of intellectual breadth. [...]

Now when you, with your love of images, look at a face, relax for a moment. [...]

[...] I would have preferred that you did not ask me this question, but since you did, and since you both loved the dog, it deserves an answer.”

[...] Nature became an exterior power, more of an adversary, even though man has a love for the earth, the fields, and the grain that they yielded.